Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow.

"Dead?" Shen Qing looked at the little girl in confusion, stared into her eyes and said, "You are fine, why do you say you will die tomorrow?"

The little girl blinked her bright eyes and said innocently, "I am going to serve Wong Tai Sin tomorrow. The children from the village who went there never came back, and I probably won't be able to come back either. I am dead."

Shen Qing continued to ask: "Huang Daxian? Demon?"

"Hush!" The little girl made a gesture to keep quiet, looked around worriedly, and said cautiously, "Wong Tai Sin doesn't allow others to say that."

That is a demon.

Shen Qing understood.

"A Liang said that Wong Tai Sin likes children, and it will be very angry if a village doesn't send anyone to it. Many villages were eaten by it because they didn't send any children. I don't want my parents to die." The little girl said seriously.

Shen Qing looked at the little girl's innocent face and said after a while: "Aren't you afraid?"

The little girl smiled brightly, her eyes curved into crescents: "Don't be afraid, Ah Liang said that when a person dies, it's like sleeping, it won't hurt."

Shen Qing said: "So you want to die?"

The little girl shook her head and said, "No."

Shen Qing said: "Want to live?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and said, "Well, I want to honor my parents before I die."

Shen Qing said solemnly: "Then don't go out tomorrow, just stay by my side."

The little girl waved her hands and said nervously, "Wong Tai Sin will send someone over tomorrow. If you stop him, he will kill you."

"It's okay, let him kill him." Shen Qing said lightly.

The little girl glanced at Shen Qing and saw that his face was pale and he looked a little weak, but it made her feel at ease for some reason.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily and said, "Okay. Big brother, you and Ah Liang look alike."

Shen Qing asked: "Who is Ah Liang?"

"My eldest brother."

"Where did he go?"

"He went to Wong Tai Sin and died."

Shen Qing remained silent.

With a creak, the shabby wooden door was pushed open.

The dark-skinned woman pushed the door open and walked in.

In her hand was a basket filled with fresh vegetables just picked from the fields, emitting an enticing aroma.

"Niuniu, come here quickly, we have your favorite sweet potatoes." The woman shook the basket in her hand gently, with endless tenderness in her voice.

The little girl ran towards the woman with joy and said, "Wow! That's great! I want to eat it."

"Don't worry, they're all yours."

There was a layer of mist in the woman's eyes, as if she was trying hard to control her tears from falling.

After a while, the woman came out of the kitchen, holding a plate of steaming sweet potatoes.

The little girl walked over, picked one up, and started to eat it in big bites. She was very happy, as if she was eating a big piece of meat and fish.

Chen Gouzi and the woman in the house couldn't bear to see this scene, so they hid outside.

Shen Qing took in the entire scene.

A cold light flashed in his eyes. He stopped looking and slowly closed his eyes, practicing hard to repair his injuries.

Shen Qing touched the treasure bag lightly and took out a yellow pill with a strong medicinal fragrance. This was the Soul-Restoring Pill he had looted from Xue Zhao, which was very helpful in repairing injuries and restoring spiritual power.

Shen Qing pinched the Huiling Pill between his two fingers, put it into his mouth and started chewing.

At that moment, a fresh and fragrant breath emanated from his mouth.

This is the unique medicinal fragrance of Huilingdan.

Shen Qing couldn't help but think of the chrysanthemums that appeared at the chrysanthemum appreciation meeting that day. This elixir was surprisingly comparable to them and had a hint of spiritual essence.

As Shen Qing continued chewing, the pill gradually turned into a warm spiritual liquid, which slowly slid down his throat into his stomach.

Suddenly, a warm and powerful force began to spread in his body, like countless small streams gathering into a river, rushing endlessly in his body.

This power was full of vitality, allowing every inch of his flesh and blood to revive under the nourishment of this power.

Shen Qing closed his eyes and concentrated, guiding this power to flow along the specific meridian route of the Flowing Samsara Technique. It first rushed up along the Du Meridian, then slowly sank through the Ren Meridian, and penetrated into various acupuncture points, forming a perfect cycle.

During this process, the damaged meridians, muscles, and even bones and soul in his body were being nourished and repaired by this spiritual power and were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shen Qing felt his broken bones reconnecting, his damaged meridians gradually becoming unblocked, and even the hideous wounds on his body quickly scabbed over and fell off, revealing intact skin.

When the last bit of spiritual power merged into the sea of ​​​​qi and was refined, Shen Qing exhaled heavily. He felt that the original feeling of powerlessness and weakness gradually dissipated, and was replaced by an unprecedented sense of comfort and relaxation.

This good medicine helped him a lot.

However, there is a shortage of spiritual energy here. Not only is it extremely slow to repair injuries with spiritual energy alone, but even refining medicinal power is also extremely slow.

Shen Qing slowly opened his eyes and saw the sky outside the window. He had unknowingly been practicing until late at night.

Chen Gouzi and his family had already gone to bed.

He loosened his fingers and felt the changes in the spiritual power in his lower body, which had recovered to about 40% to 50% of its former heyday.

not enough.

Shen Qing took out two more pills from his treasure bag, threw them into his mouth one after another, and continued to refine them to repair his injuries.

Time passed little by little.

As the east grew bright, the roosters in the village crowed one after another. Many men in the village got up and went out, planning to go to work while the weather was cool.

The same thing happened to Shen Qing at Chen Gouzi's house. He got up early.

The only exception was that unlike others, Chen Gouzi did not go out after getting up early in the morning, but sat at the door of his house in a daze.

This morning the little girl put on new clothes, becoming lively and shed many of the rustic characteristics of a farmhouse.

The woman specially boiled two eggs. She took an egg and peeled it. As she peeled it, she said to the little girl, "Be good when you go to Huang Xianren today. Got it?"

The little girl nodded heavily, her eyes fixed on the white and tender eggs, her legs dangling under the chair: "I know, Mom."

"Eat."

The woman brought the egg to the little girl, who ate it sweetly. When she saw Shen Qing, she suddenly remembered something, took out the last egg on the table, brought it to Shen Qing and said, "Big brother, do you want to eat eggs?"

Shen Qing opened her eyes and looked at the lonely egg in her hand, feeling mixed emotions.

He is not a man who likes to meddle in other people's affairs.

But as the saying goes, if a gentleman does not save someone, a sage will take the responsibility.

There are some things he can still take care of.

Shen Qing was about to say something when suddenly there was a burst of noise outside. (End of this chapter)