Chapter 75 Rescue

"Save or not?" Ning Chen seemed to be asking about the shadow burial, but it was more like his inner struggle.

The bones on the ground smell like rottenness everywhere. No wonder the shadow burial doesn't like here.

However, looking at the body of the little zombie**, Ning Chen still convinced his heart.

He stepped forward, squatted beside the little zombie, and carefully observed it, or him.

If the little zombie is a normal living thing, it will probably look like six or seven years old, but because it is a zombie, Ning Chen can't eat his age, maybe hundreds of years old.

There was no trace of meat left all over his body, leaving only a few pieces of meat and a little brain on his head. If Ning Chen and the shadow burial had not killed the murderous zombies in time, the boy would have seen the king of death.

Looking at such a wounded person, Ning Chen has no way to do it and tie a bandage? Or take medicine? Artificial respiration? It doesn't seem appropriate anyway.

Nevertheless, Ning Chen finally tied a bandage to the little guy's forehead. Since the prisoner Qiu knew his experience, as long as he went online, he would not send him a certain amount of bandage medicine, for fear that Ning Chen would hang up one day.

After groping in the bag for a long time, he took out the smallest blood bottle and poured it into the little zombie's mouth. I don't know if it will work. Let's treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

I thought that the potion would flow out of the chest along the bone, but this did not occur. It seemed that the zombie still had an esophagus.

The little zombie regained a little physical strength, his mouth closed, and kept calling his parents. His bones were hot, probably having a fever.

"What's your name?" Ning Chen asked him softly.

"Didrey..." he struggled to say.

"Okay, Didri, where are your relatives?" Ning Chen doesn't know whether it's appropriate to ask this question, but at this moment, this little zombie named Didrui really needs the care of his own relatives.

"Dead." Didri turned his head and looked at the body on the ground, "Mom, mother, sister and brother..."

"So are there any other relatives? For example, uncle or aunt or something. Ning Chen asked.

"There's an uncle... he's in Burrell."

That's easy. Although Ning Chen didn't like the smell of him very much, he still took off his coat and wrapped it around Didrui, then picked him up and walked out. "Wan, open the way."

Back to Breel, he wanted to ask where Didrui's uncle was and found that the child had fallen asleep. Towards evening, there was nowhere to go. Ning Chen had to go to the hotel for the time being and go to see other people's faces.

When I first entered the hotel, I heard a cold scolding: "Get out!"

This scared Ning Chen. He thought it was someone else quarreling, but looking around, he was the only foreign guest in the deserted hotel, and the dead spirit at the door stood still with a dead face, neither as many complaints as the Tauren NPC nor as sad as the orcs.

The speaker is the owner of the hotel, who came to Ningchen.

He left the counter quickly, dragged a lame and walked to Ning Chen, making an exaggerated driving action with both hands: "Get out! Get out of here!"

This annoyed Ning Chen: "Damn! I came to your place to eat and rest, not without paying!" There was a threatening sound in the shadow funeral's throat. As long as Ning Chen gave an order, she would jump over.

"He!" The hotel owner pointed to the little Diori in Ning Chen's arms and said, "He, get out!"

It seems that this dead ghost is not to have a problem with himself, but to the child in his arms. Ning Chen is relieved, but it is not right to think about it. Since he brought it himself, then the child should also be his customer, not to mention his fellow race!

Ning Chen didn't care about him. He walked into the lobby with little Diderui in his arms, put the child on a square table, touched his forehead bone, and was still fever.

"Hey, old man, do you have any antipyretics here?" He said to the shopkeeper.

The store owner looked at Didri on the table, his eyes were inexplicably complicated, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Get out!" As he spoke, he was going to lose the child.

"Wait!" Ning Chen stretched out his arm to stop him.

seemed to feel the power on Ning Chen's arm. The store owner stopped, but he still muttered and got out.

"What does this child have against you? Are you going to die like this?" Ning Chen's voice has become indifferent, more indifferent to those who are indifferent and more enthusiastic to those who are enthusiastic, which has always been his style.

"Or just say your name and get out?" There was a trace of ridicule on Ning Chen's face.

The store owner probably understood what Ning Chen meant, sighed, turned back to the counter, and shook his head as he walked: "You don't understand."

"I don't understand your explanation! Let me ask you, do you have any antipyretics?" Ning Chen raised his voice and had to be more fierce than him to deal with such a guy.

The store owner pointed to the undead girl at the door: "Go to her. She has all kinds of medicine."

All kinds of medicine came from the first responder, and finally relieved Didrui's fever. At Ning Chen's strong request, the store owner opened a room for him upstairs, and Ning Chen took the little zombie up and placed it properly.

Although he is a zombie, he is still a child. He just didn't know what kind of danger he had just experienced. He couldn't help sobbing in his sleep and struggled a few times from time to time.

When he came downstairs, Ning Chen asked for another wine and two barbecues, and ate them separately with the shadow burial.

"Where did you find him?" The store owner pretended to ask inadvertently.

He tried to show indifference in his tone, but Ning Chen still noticed something unusual. He came to the store owner, carefully stared at his empty eyes and asked, "Hey, old man, do you recognize this child?" Dideri..."

"No!" This time, the store owner's voice was very firm.

Eating and drinking, unconsciously night came down.

I don't know whether the store owner is really poor or stingy. It took him a long time to light a weak oil lamp and put it in front of Ning Chen.

There were unstable footsteps on the stairs, and Didrie woke up and staggered downstairs.

"Uncle???" He saw the shopkeeper in the light and shouted in surprise.

Now Ning Chen was angry and slapped the table: "NND, it turns out that this is your eldest nephew. I have worked hard to save his little life. How can you stay out of the matter? It's okay to stay out of the matter, and you still want to drive him away? What kind of uncle are you!"

The store owner turned around and hid his face in the shadow. He neither responded to Didry nor Ning Chen, but stood there silently.

Didori walked to the counter, climbed up a bench with difficulty, and sat down at the counter.

"Uncle, I'm so hungry..."