Chapter 246 Guangyang Defense Zone
With the awakening, there was severe pain all over his body, as if the sea water of sudden rising tide, kept spreading up until his whole body was swallowed up.
Yong Bowen took a lot of effort to prevent himself from moaning in this damp pain.
The situation is unknown, and if there is a random movement, it will kill people.
The line of sight is a little dim.
The first thing you can see is the staggered beams and the roof closed up.
This kind of old-fashioned house without a roof has not been seen for many years.
That was the time when I lived in an old house in the countryside with my grandfather.
The old house is like this.
In spring and summer, there will be flying swallows nesting on the beams, and in winter, there will be bold mice coming and going at night.
Later, Grandpa disappeared. He was taken into the city and fostered in Ai's house. He lived in buildings. This kind of suspended house has never been seen again.
Suddenly seeing this old-fashioned roof makes Yong Bowen have an inexplicable sense of intimacy. It seems that he has reached a very familiar environment or met a very familiar family.
However, Yong Bowen immediately collected his mind.
This feeling is very wrong.
No matter how nostalgic he is, he can't feel kind and inexplicable because of a beam.
Something is affecting his mood.
He condensed for a moment and confirmed that there was no one around, so he carefully turned his neck and moved his eyes to both sides.
Such a simple action brings unimaginable pain.
The neck seemed to be broken. With a slight turn, it brought up a small sound, as if countless broken bones were constantly rubbing.
After a simple glance, Yong Bowen can basically determine his environment.
This is a simple and narrow grass house, which is only a dozen square meters. The kang under it occupies more than half of the room, leaving only a passage for one person in the front.
Just facing the edge of the kang is a window with no glass. It is covered with white paper, and a faint light is emitted from behind the paper. The light is a little red and has a blood-like smell.
The bells continued to come from the window, mixed with cries, screams, groans, faint explosions, and huge collapses, as if it were the end of the world.
And this quiet hut is like a forgotten corner in the end of the world, leaving him alone here to silently wait for the end.
It's really a good background for Wen Qingqiang to talk about sadness.
However, Yongda Tianshi has never had this kind of egg pain.
Confirmed that no one was taken care of. The first thing Yong Bowen did was to pinch the spell and take the charm.
When a pile of first-aid runes appeared between his fingers, Yong Bowen could confirm at least one thing. The runes he carried with him were all around except for what was used.
It should have been rescued. If it falls into the hands of the horse demon, on the one hand, these monsters are not interested in saving his life. On the other hand, even if it saves him, it is impossible to leave him with the runes with him. The mana fluctuations on these runes can be sensed as long as they know a little about magic. Monsters are not retarded. This kind of extremely lethal thing will be directly ignored.
Yong Bowen was a little relieved and used a rune to give himself first aid.
The person who rescued him obviously gave him first aid.
The wounds on the body have been washed and bandaged, wrapped in a clean white cloth, revealing a strong medicinal smell.
It's just that this simple treatment doesn't have much effect on his injuries, especially internal injuries and bone injuries, which have not been treated at all.
It is already a manifestation of the tenacious vitality of Yongda Tianshi.
Yong Bowen ate a mouthful of ashes and burned, which consumed dozens of emergency runes. He finally rescued his life from the edge of death, jumped off the kang, and tried to stretch out his arms and legs to prevent the injury from being injured in places that have not been dealt with.
I was stretching my arms and legs here when I saw the door creak open. A person came in and saw Yong Bowen, who was jumping and doing gymnastics, and petrified on the spot.
It was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, with two big black braids, a gray shirt, two swords crossed on her back, a pair of big black eyes, and her mouth wide open, as if she had seen a ghost.
"Hello!" Yong Bowen had to take the initiative to wave to say hello.
"Ah!" The little girl screamed, turned her head and ran away. As she ran, she shouted, "Master, master, master, master, brother, sister, come quickly, fairy, fairy makes him..." She shouted in a mess, and I don't know who she was calling.
Yong Bowen scratched his head. First, he checked the runes on his body, adjusted several strong enough runes to his hand, and then straightened up the whole clothes - this action is actually more than enough. Now he is wrapped like a mummy with white cloth strips, and can't touch the clothes at all - he walks out of the door.
As soon as I got out of the door, there was a dark red light in front of me. I blinked hard to get used to it.
In front of you is a fairly spacious square.
The square is full of people.
That's right, it's full of people.
There are hundreds of people, either missing arms and legs, or opening their stomachs. They are bloody, as if they have accidentally broken into a layer of hell, and the air is full of a thick smell of blood.
Only a few dozen people hurriedly shuttled between the injured for treatment.
The little girl ran along the aisle left among the injured to the opposite side of the square. As she ran, she shouted, which attracted everyone's attention. Then more people looked at Yong Bowen, who had just walked out of the hut, with surprise and doubt.
A man came over in a hurry and said, "Your Excellency, please go back to the room and rest. Your injury..." He only said half of his words and stopped.
Although Yong Bowen is still wrapped with white cloth strips, he is easy and flexible to walk, which obviously has nothing to do with the identity of the seriously injured.
"What is this place?" Yong Bowen saw the screaming little girl run farther and farther, and had no choice but to look back and ask the person who took the initiative to come over.
He was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was big and thick, covered with blood, and he still held a machete in his hand. He looked very much like a butcher. However, Yong Bowen saw clearly that the man just treated one of the wounded not far away, used spells, applied runes, and burned runes. The last knife cut off one of the injured person's purulent and exposed thighs.
This guy who looks like a butcher is actually a doctor-like character.
The middle-aged man replied respectfully, "Lord Immortal, this is where my Guangyang sect is located. The day before yesterday, the immortal lord broke through the siege, and I sent the leader to personally lead the team to welcome you back!"
Guangyang Sect!
Yong Bowen's eyes fell to the middle of the square.
The screaming little girl just ran through there and continued to run forward.
There is a statue ten meters high.