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Accompanied by waking up, there was severe pain all over his body, like a sudden high tide of sea water, continuously rising up until it swallowed his whole body.

It took Yong Bowen a lot of effort to keep himself from groaning in this tide of pain.

If the situation is unknown, if there is any movement, it will kill people.

Vision is a little dim.

The first thing that catches the eye is the staggered beams and the upwardly gathered roof.

Yong Bowen has not seen this kind of old-fashioned house without a roof for many years.

That was when I lived in an old house in the country with my grandfather.

All old houses are like this.

In spring and summer, there will be flying swallows building nests on the beams, and in winter, bold mice will come and go at night.

Later, grandpa disappeared, and he was taken into the city, where he was fostered in Ai's house, where they lived in high-rise buildings, and such houses with suspended roofs were never seen again.

Seeing this kind of old-fashioned roof suddenly gave Yong Bowen an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if he had arrived in a very familiar environment, or met a very familiar relative.

But Yong Bowen immediately regained his composure.

This feeling is very wrong.

No matter how nostalgic he is, it is impossible for him to feel kind and inexplicable just because of a section of beam.

Something in the dark is affecting his mood.

He concentrated his attention for a moment to make sure that there was no one around him, then carefully turned his neck and moved his gaze to the sides.

Such a simple action caused unimaginable pain.

The neck seemed to be broken, and with a slight turn, there was a soft rattling sound, as if countless broken bones were constantly rubbing against each other.

After simply scanning around, Yong Bowen can basically determine the environment he is in.

This is a simple and small thatched hut with a total area of ​​less than ten square meters. The kang under the body occupies most of the room, leaving only a passage in front for one person to walk through.

Facing the edge of the Kang is a window, without glass, covered with white paper, dim light is transmitted from behind the paper, the light is a little red, and it smells like blood.

The sound of the bell was continuously coming from outside the window, and it was also mixed with one after another of shouts, screams, groans, faint explosions, and huge collapses, making the chaos seem like the end of the world.

And this quiet hut seems to be a forgotten corner in the doomsday, only he is left here silently waiting for the doomsday to come.

It's really a good background for Dan Pain Wen Qingqiang to talk about sadness and sadness.

However, Master Yong never had such a painful emotion.

After confirming that no one was watching around, the first thing Yong Bowen did was to pinch the spell and take the talisman.

When a stack of first-aid talismans appeared between his fingers, Yong Bowen could at least be sure of one thing. Except for the used ones, all the talismans he carried were well kept by his side.

He should have been rescued, but if he fell into the hands of the horse demon, firstly, these monsters would not be interested in keeping him alive, and secondly, even if they spared his life, they would not be able to keep him with the talismans with him. The mana fluctuations on the talisman can be sensed by anyone who knows a little bit of magic. Monsters are not mentally retarded and will directly ignore such extremely lethal things.

Yong Bowen felt a little relieved, and cast a talisman to give himself first aid.

Those who rescued him apparently gave him first aid.

The wounds on his body have been washed and bandaged, wrapped in a clean white cloth, revealing a strong smell of medicine.

It's just that this simple treatment doesn't do much for his injuries, especially the internal injuries and bone injuries, which haven't been treated at all.

Being able to wake up is already a manifestation of Master Yong's tenacious vitality.

Yong Bowen even burned and ate a mouthful of talisman ashes, consumed dozens of first-aid talismans, and finally rescued his little life from the brink of death, jumped off the kang, and tried to stretch his arms and legs , in case there are places that have not been dealt with and further injuries.

He was stretching his arms and legs here when he saw the door creak open and a person walked in. Seeing Yong Bowen jumping around doing gymnastics, he petrified on the spot.

It was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, with two big black braids, wearing a gray cloth dress, with two swords crossed on her back, staring at a pair of big black eyes, and her mouth was wide open, as if I saw a ghost.

"Hello!" Yong Bowen had to take the initiative to wave hello.

"Ah!" The little girl screamed, turned her head and ran, shouting as she ran: "Master, master, master, master, senior brother, senior sister, come quickly, immortal envoy, immortal envoy..." Hu shouted, but she didn't know who she was shouting at.

Yong Bowen scratched his head, checked the talismans on his body first, and adjusted several talismans with enough lethality to his hand, and then straightened his clothes. In fact, this action was superfluous. Now his whole body is entangled in white cloth strips. Like a mummy, he walked out of the room without touching his clothes.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, there was a dark red light in front of his eyes, he blinked vigorously to get used to it.

In front of you is a fairly spacious square.

The square was full of people.

That's right, it was full of people.

There were hundreds of people missing arms and legs, or disembowelled, all of them were bloody, as if they had accidentally broken into a certain layer of hell, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

Only a dozen or so people hurriedly shuttled among the wounded for treatment.

The little girl ran towards the opposite side of the square along the aisle left among the wounded, shouting while running, which attracted everyone's attention, and then more people turned their attention to Yong Bowen who had just walked out of the hut, with expressions between There is surprise, there is doubt.

Then a person came over in a hurry and said: "Master Immortal Envoy, please go back to the room to rest quickly, your injury..." He stopped in the middle of his words.

Although Yong Bowen was still wrapped in white cloth strips, he walked easily and flexibly, which obviously had nothing to do with his status as a seriously wounded person.

"Where is this place?" Yong Bowen watched the screaming little girl run away, but had no choice but to turn around and ask the person who came over.

It was a middle-aged man in his 40s, big and thick, covered in blood, and holding a machete in his hand, he looked very much like a butcher.However, Yong Bowen could see clearly that just now this person treated one of the wounded not far away, cast a spell, cast a talisman, and burned the talisman water, and finally chopped off one of the wounded's wounds. Suppurated and exposed thighs.

This guy who looks like a butcher is actually a doctor-like character.

The middle-aged man replied respectfully: "My lord Huixian Envoy, this is where my sect of the Guangyang Sect is located. The lord Immortal Envoy broke through the siege the day before yesterday, and I sent the Master Master to personally lead a team to welcome you back!"

Guangyang faction sect!

Yong Bowen's gaze fell to the center of the square.

The screaming girl just ran past it and kept going.

There stands a statue about ten meters high. h

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