Chapter 8 The Dead

Solved the institutional problem in Taoyuan Township, and Mo Shoucheng said goodbye to the villagers and continued on the road. Those simple villagers want to retain hospitality, but how can they retain the insincerity of unfolding their scales and galloping?

After leaving Taoyuan Township, he finally stepped on the Qingguo official road after a few steps.

At this time, he suddenly became worried - he usually went down the mountain as far as the village in the mountain canyon. As for everything outside the mountain, he only knows that there is a Qingguo, a Qi country, the East China Sea, the North Sea, Tianlun Mountain, and a promising cliff. But he doesn't know exactly where it is.

As for the Xuantian Pavilion said by the real fairy master, he has no clue at all!

"I have to complete the task as soon as possible, but I have to find the place of the Xuantian Pavilion by myself, although this is the cultivation painstaking efforts of the master and the master..." He smiled bitterly and thought to think: When I go to a more prosperous place and ask the people in the fairy and demon way, I can always ask clearly.

Fortunately, at this time, his heart method of holding the moon has been nearly completed. With his current incarnation at the peak of the later period, he runs a hundred miles a day, which is as easy as a walk. So it was only noon when he entered Anping City, a small city on the border of Qingguo.

The small town is desolate, most of the people walking on the street are old, weak, women and children, and there are not many businesses on the street. Dozens of soldiers in heavy armor patrolled and controlled the streets. Mo Shoucheng did not have a road guide waist card, but he showed a little secret at the pass, and immediately got a waist card that could prove his identity as a true man.

In this world, practitioners are respected by all countries. The reason is very simple: they have strong power and a long life - most of the time their lives are often longer than the life of a country. Therefore, practitioners can get countless conveniences by walking on the secular path.

When entering the city, Mo Shoucheng felt a little thirsty. He looked around and didn't even have a tea house.

"Is it so desolate?" Although he has also heard some villagers in Taoyuan Township talk about how they left their homes and were displaced by the war. However, Mo Shoucheng saw this scenery with his own eyes, but in addition to grief and indignation, he was full of helplessness.

At this time, someone suddenly pulled the corners of his clothes and looked down, but he was a beggar-like child. It seems that he is only about ten years old, and his body is wrapped in a piece of rag, as if it were clothes. The little hand that pulled the corner of Mo Shoucheng's clothes was like a skeleton, leaving a layer of skin except for the bones. But what made Mo Shoucheng's heart tremble and he could hardly bear to look at it again was the child's face - his lips were white, but his face was as red as blood. The child was still seriously ill!

People like Mo Shoucheng usually exude spiritual knowledge, and as long as someone approaches, they can immediately be alert. But the little guy leaned over almost silently for only one reason: the child was almost out of breath, and the whole person was in a trance between life and death.

"Big brother...is he a fairy?" The child's voice is hoarse and weak, but it can still be faintly recognized as the girl's voice. Mo Shoucheng nodded, squatted down, held one of her small hands, turned the true power in her body into a soft and light silk, and carefully entered the little girl's body.

The little girl was soft and suddenly collapsed on Mo Shoucheng, as if those actions had consumed all her vitality.

She felt a little more comfortable with the help of Mo Shoucheng Zhenyuan. If I didn't have the strength to say it before, I wanted to say it quickly: "Please... help..."

"Don't talk anymore. Don't worry, little sister. I will definitely save you. Mo Shoucheng smiled gently and comforted the little girl in front of him. He was about to take out the Qingling ring, but suddenly felt a tight hand. The little girl came from nowhere and grabbed his hand extremely firmly: "Save... Save Dad."

This girl didn't come to beg Mo Shoucheng to save herself!

"Well, I know." Mo Shoucheng was shocked at first, and then laughed again: "Come on, you eat this first. Then the eldest brother will save your father." The Qingling powder in his hand is an extremely precious medicine of Qingyun Daomen. Although it is not as exaggerated as prolonging his life, it is also a panacea to eliminate all poisons and cure all diseases. However, the production of this medicine is cumbersome and time-consuming and cannot be refined in large quantities. This time, Mo Shoucheng went down the mountain and was able to carry three bottles of Qinglingsan, which was the painstaking efforts of the real fairy master and Feiyun real person.

It's just that this clear spirit is actually similar to a magic elixir, and mortals can't bear it. Mo Shoucheng thought for a moment, and then gently picked out a few powders with his little fingernails, put his fingertips into the little girl's mouth for her to suck, and at the same time, he helped her resolve the medicine.

The little girl took the elixir, and with the power of Mo Shoucheng, the abnormal blush on her face quickly receded and returned to her normal skin color. She obviously recovered a lot, but the physical weakness caused by malnutrition could not be recovered in a moment.

"How do you feel?"

"Save... please save Dad." The little girl lay softly in Mo Shoucheng's arms and felt warm and had some strength. She opened her eyes wide, and as soon as she recovered some clarity, she pleaded again.

"Don't worry, the big brother won't ignore it." Mo Shoucheng smiled and knew that she was still weak, so he picked her up. She is light, but I'm afraid she won't be much heavier than a kitten.

The little girl lay in his arms, her eyes shining with stars, and her face was full of worship: "Big brother, is the cultist an immortal?"

Mo Shoucheng shook his head with a smile and asked curiously, "How do you know that I am a practitioner?"

"I just saw it." The little girl explained, "I just saw the big brother get the wooden card. That's the identity mark of the practitioners, right? I once heard that practitioners are immortals.

"No...the practitioners and immortals..." The young practitioners grabbed their heads and said with a wry smile, "If you think so, that's it. Are you feeling better now? Well, what's wrong with you...your father?"

The smile on the little girl's face disappeared in an instant, and tears flowed down involuntarily: "Dad, he has a very serious illness." She grabbed Mo Shoucheng's collar: "We are very poor and have no money to see a doctor. Uncle Wu helped to invite a doctor to see a doctor. But the doctor said that he couldn't save him. He said that Dad... that Dad was about to die. After all, the little girl is so young that she can't explain things clearly at all.

"Where is your father now?"

"At home."

"Became me to your house."

Mo Shoucheng stepped forward and rushed in the direction pointed by the little girl. However, he didn't notice that there had always been a figure, and he had been following him since he entered the city.

The man is now standing where Mo Shoucheng rescued the little girl, looking at his far away back and making a sneer.

Although I knew that there were still many suffering people in the world, I looked at the alley in front of me. Mo Shoucheng almost didn't even have the courage to walk in.

He asked her name on the road, and the little girl in his arms was named Xue Fei. Under her guidance, Mo Shoucheng came to the poorest and most tragic place in this small border town - the alley in front of him was called the home of the dead. As the name implies, the people who live here are dying!

In this dark alley, there are two skinny children lying on the ground at the entrance. All the way to the depths, there are more and more such people on the road that is not spacious. They are yellow and thin, weak and sick, and they are all very sick. A little better can also put some haycloth under their bodies, but most people are naked and can only arch their bodies into shrimps and lie on the ground desolately.

There are no covered bricks and tiles on the head, no cold mats on the ground, and no complete cloth clothes, which is the most authentic portrayal of the family of the dead. Disease and poverty have always been close partners, and they linger here and ruthlessly harvest one life after another.

No one reacts at all to the arrival of Mo Shoucheng, because they are all dead - even if they are not dead, they are almost the same as death. Mo Shoucheng's chest fluctuated, and he forgot all the clear-hearted and condensing methods he had practiced for a moment. After finally calming down, he looked at the girl in his arms with more pity: "Do you live here?"

Xuefei bit her lower lip and nodded.

Mo Shoucheng sighed and didn't know what to say. At this time, Xue Fei suddenly struggled in his arms: "Brother Mo, you can let me down."

While telling her that she could not be forced, she gently put the little girl in her arms to the ground. As soon as Mo Shoucheng stood up straight, he was held by Xue Fei and gently dragged her forward. Although the strength of the other party is almost insignificant, he feels that he can't resist at all.

When she came to the deepest and darkest place in this alley, Xue Fei suddenly stopped and pointed to the front and said, "Big brother, that's my home."

Can it be called home? Mo Shoucheng couldn't describe the scene he saw in front of him, because he couldn't see anything. There is no house, no furniture, no tableware, nothing, only a pile of hay-paved mats, and a man lying on the grass mat and moaning in a low voice.

Is such a place - can also be called "home"?

"Dad, I'm back. Dad!" Xuefei let go of holding Mo Shoucheng's hand, quickly stepped forward and knelt down beside the man, with a panicked and sad look on her face, but with joy: "Dad, can you hear me? I have found a true person, a true person, a true person, a fairy! So... so Dad will get better."

The man lying on the haystuff is in a coma and naturally can't respond to Xue Fei's call. Xuefei looked back helplessly at Mo Shoucheng, and her face was full of hope.

Mo Shoucheng was sad. He walked to Xuefei and touched her head: "Don't worry, it's okay." With that, she put her finger on her father's wrist and output a real power.

Although he is not a doctor and does not have any pathology, it is the essence of life in this universe. It can be said that as long as the patient is still breathed, even if it cannot be cured, it can improve his condition to a certain extent.

But when Mo Shoucheng saw the unconscious man, a strange emotion suddenly surged in his heart - somehow, he always felt that he seemed to have seen this person somewhere.

Although Mo Shoucheng is puzzled, the most urgent thing is to save people. He took out the clear spirit and made it in the same way. It's just that the man in front of him is extremely ill. Although he is a fairy elixir, he can't cure the disease like the previous cure of Xue Fei. At this time, he heard Xue Fei asking, "Big brother, would you like some water?"

At this time, he felt very thirsty and nodded.

Xue Fei nodded when she saw him, but she looked embarrassed. After a long time, he turned around and rummaged in the dark, looking for a small jar. She shook the jar and heard the sound of water in it, as if she were relieved. Then she picked up a broken bowl from nowhere and looked at the oil and dust in the bowl. She frowned and pulled up her clothes to wipe them, but her clothes were already dirty, so she became dirtier and dirtier.

The dirtier she wiped, the dirtier she became, the harder she wiped it - until the tears fell down, and she wiped it with the back of her hand, but even the little face, which was still clean, turned into a big face. At this time, she suddenly felt a warmth on her head, and a warm hand was stroking her hair, but the gentleness from her hair made her cry even more.

"It's okay, it will be okay."