Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Chapter 179

Therefore, Wen Yanke's magic weapon, Wutang, can basically be used. This golden bell was given by him, so he is naturally even more proud. A small half of the things inside are his supplies.

Wu Tang had a thought, if he remembered correctly, there should be alchemy furnaces that he didn't use and seven or eighty-eight herbs that he had collected inside.

Unexpectedly, it was his domineering that gave him a glimmer of life.

Wu Tang opened the space in the bell, and when he looked closely, he found that there were many more things than he remembered. There were all kinds of pill recipes, various herbs, cinnabar, and even the weapons he had collected to let him live outside. More comfortable night pearl, carved nephrite bed.

Moreover, these things are sorted and organized in an orderly manner, and one can tell at a glance that they have been carefully organized by the owner.

Wu Tang's heart warmed, she put the bell away, and then went to see Wen Yanke's condition. The previous elixir could only replenish spiritual energy, but Wen Yanke's soul qi was the most damaged, and not one or two elixirs could remedy it.

Therefore, Wen Yanke's complexion only slightly improved at this time, and he looked less pale, but there was still no sign of waking up.

It's not that there are no pills that can nourish the soul, Wu Tang also has rare pills that he has collected, but there are no herbs that are needed, and there are few people in this place, so even if he wants to go to the town to buy them, he may not be able to gather them all.

The most urgent thing is to get out of here first, so that a dozen or so brothers of the Golden Core Nascent Soul stage can come to them together.

What's more, after this battle, the people in the town must have been alarmed, the inn was full of corpses and the two of them were alive, and they couldn't speak clearly.

But the way the brothers and the others discovered the whereabouts of him and the younger brother also made Wu Tang care.It would be fine if they left imprints on things outside of them to track them down. This battle was almost ruined. If they were left on their consciousness or spirits——I am afraid that only self-inflicted suicide can stop them from being tracked.

Wu Tang remembered that when he first joined the sect for two years, one day he went out to practice with the sect, but was attacked by a monster and was seriously injured and almost died. He was sent back to the sect halfway due to fever and coma.

After waking up that time, he heard that the master had been watching over his bedside, and that the master hadn't moved for as long as he was unconscious. He was shocked. He didn't expect that the master who only disciplined and blamed him would care about him.

Apart from his parents, this was the first time Wu Tang was cared about by others, and the estrangement and repulsion he had towards his master had melted away, and it was inevitable that he would be fond of him.

After he recovered that time, the master left a mark on his soul, saying that no matter where he went to the ends of the earth, he should not be presumptuous, and he must always remember his master.

The feeling of intimacy grew day by day, and gradually he also found that although the master was indifferent on the surface, he actually cared for him very much, but he didn't want to be seen through. Difficult to accept.

The only imprint Wu Tang could think of was this moment, and thinking of the strange attitude of his seniors mentioned by his seniors, Wu Tang couldn't help but feel even more worried. If something happened to his master, the sect would definitely suffer catastrophe.

Although Wu Tang was anxious at this time, she was still calm. At this moment, she heard creaking noises from outside the building, accompanied by human voices. It should be that people outside the inn noticed something was wrong and came in to check.

Then there was an exclamation: "Hurry up and ask Mr. Zhou to come over, something serious has happened!" The volume of the panic was so loud that Wu Tang could hear it clearly.

Unable to stay here any longer, Wu Tang helped Wen Yanke up, gritted his teeth and supported his shoulder, and walked to the end of the corridor outside the door.

Along the way, Wu Tang saw corpses piled up in the lobby downstairs, and a young boy paralyzed on the ground in fright, and a circle of onlookers gathered outside the door, all of them looked shocked and terrified. He whispered hello to let the boy come out quickly.

"I...I can't move anymore." The boy also lowered his voice, his voice was choked by fear, making him almost speechless, for fear of offending some unknown thing in the inn, and he couldn't see how big he was just now at all. volume.

There are few people in this town, and most of them have low cultivation levels. There is no sect of cultivating immortals. Compared with ordinary towns, people only live longer. There has never been anything wrong in hundreds of years, let alone such a terrifying thing.

Wu Tang glanced roughly with his spiritual sense, and saw that most of the people downstairs were Qi training and foundation-building monks. Fortunately, the fence was high enough and their cultivation was suppressed. Under Wu Tang's deliberate and careful cover-up, they would not subconsciously realize that the people downstairs were There are people.

Wu Tang hurried through the corridor, walking faster and faster, his palms clenched into fists and rattling.

why!Why! ?

The killing of these people was directly caused by the brothers, but it was also related to him.

He could say that he didn't know to make himself feel better, but after this battle, even the executioner had died at their hands, and only him and his junior were left alive, and the only ones who knew why innocent people died Him and junior.

There was blood on his body, whether he killed it or not, it couldn't be washed clean.

Wu Tang didn't dare to look downstairs, and didn't dare to look around, but the arm resting on Wen Yanke's waist was a little stronger, and it was closer to Wen Yanke, like a distressed dog in the water who huddled together to keep warm, and couldn't tell who it was. Lean on whom.