Hunger, cold, pain... Chen Mo, who was almost at his limit, seemed to be unable to feel it. The only thought of living was like the only faint light in the dark that supported him and maintained his consciousness. He was unwilling to be buried alive.

The servants who were in a position who had no idea what Chen Mo was thinking, had already started digging a pit not far from Chen Mo. The sound of shoveling soil was like the last death talisman hit Chen Mo's heart one by one.

Even if he could beg for mercy with words at this moment, those servants would not let him go, right? Besides, he had already recognized these people who dug the holes as servants who beat him seriously in the morning!

Although Chen Mo could not speak or move, his clear consciousness still made him clear in his heart that his hope for his survival would not be with these servants.

Where is the hope? Chen Mo couldn't think of the answer, but his strong unwillingness allowed him to instinctively accumulate the last power. Even if he was about to die, he had to fight to the extreme to be willing to be willing!

The thin snow fell silently, but time passed quietly in this silence. In less than half an hour, a pit that could be buried was dug.

"Drag that kid over and buried it. It took me a lot of effort to dig the frozen soil. Bah..." The pit was dug, and the servant who was the leader called Ding Er cursed and urged the other servants to drag Chen Mo over and buried it.

Judging from that tone, it seemed that Chen Mo was even more guilty of letting him waste his energy.

The servants naturally did not dare to neglect them. It took a lot of time to dig the pit. As the owners were about to come, there were already mixed footsteps and faint laughter coming from not far away, and no one could bear the punishment.

Soon, Chen Mo was dragged and threw it into the pit. During this process, Chen Mo did not resist at all. The trace of strength he had accumulated after finally could not be wasted on these servants. Chen Mo, who had reached his limit, was unexpectedly awake in his mind, without any panic.

The frozen soil mixed with the residual snow quickly fell on Chen Mo, and the laughter and footsteps became closer and closer. Seeing that the frozen soil was about to be buried in his chest, Chen Mo knew that he could no longer drag it down. If he wanted to survive, this was the only chance.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Mo did not hesitate any more. The faint power that had been accumulated for a long time made him clench his fists and finally shouted out: "Help, save, save me..."

This shout scared several servants who were burying him alive and could not hold the shovel in their hands.

You should know that although Chen Mo's voice is not loud, the master and his group are not far from here. No one can hear it. When he thinks of the bad mood of the men, he will bear the punishment...

One of the servants' faces turned pale, and he threw down the shovel and turned around and wanted to run away.

However, the servant called Ding Er was a cruel and decisive master. He glared at the servant who was about to run away. Then he simply raised the shovel in his hand and smashed it hard at Chen Mo's head... Although he knew that this kid was not dead, he didn't expect that he still had the strength to shout like this. Now, it would be better not to do it and not stop! He killed him immediately, and then he said anything in front of the master. Anyway, he would have no evidence of death.

The servants present quickly realized what Ding Er was trying to do. Not only did they not stop him, but they agreed that Ding Er's approach was the best way. One or two people who responded quickly had to fill the soil again and again.

"My life is over!" At this moment, time seemed to slow down. Chen Mo only had this idea in his mind, and in the gray and desperate eyes, there was only the cold shovel that shone at him with cold light, mercilessly and neatly.

Just then, a strong wind blew for no reason, the wind whistled, and the snow on the ground mixed with the falling snow, sweeping towards Ding Er and his group very quickly.

"Is this..." One of the servants saw it from afar and couldn't help but exclaim, but he didn't expect to shout two words. The strong wind had reached his sight, and he was hitting him with huge force.

Before he could react, he had been thrown up by the strong wind and rolled down three or four meters away from the pit.

On the other hand, all the others were like this. The worst thing was that Ding Er was thrown away five or six meters and hit a huge Muyang tree before he could barely stop. Now he was stroking his chest and trying to stand up, but it was very difficult.

"Mr. Wang, it was originally a kind of fun to invite me to visit the Muyang flowers by the Dongyu Lake. But I was puzzled. Your servants buried living people here, but they were also performing to give me a happy life?" Until this time, the strong wind had passed, and a voice sounded in an open space more than ten meters away from the pit.

When I heard it carefully, I actually felt a sense of being out of the world.

"What kind of person is this?" Ding Er struggled to stand up at this time, feeling very panicked. Isn't his master the only one who said that he is Mr. Wang? Hearing this man's tone, he has no sense of awe of his master, but instead has a condescending sense.

And the Wang family, not to mention in Shengyang City, even in Chen State, it is a famous family, and even the princes and nobles have to give in to their politeness.

It was just because the Wang family monopolized almost two-thirds of the herbal business in Chen State.

The more I thought so, the more I was afraid, and the other servants had long knelt all over the ground with fear, and they didn't even have time to get up.

Ding Er also knelt down quickly, knowing in his heart that what he had done just now must have been seen by the visitor. He just hoped that the visitor would not care too much about this matter. After all, who would be serious about the life of a little beggar?

In this cold day, Ding Er's forehead was full of sweat. He was nervous and scared but also lucky. He couldn't help but look up curiously and wanted to see who the person was?

And in the snow all over the sky, there was no great figure? There was only an old man wearing ordinary blue clothes and white hair standing there, his face was also ordinary, and there was no wonder what was surprising?

Ding Er was surprised this time, and the other servants were also surprised. Although they knew that they should not judge people by their appearance, the master invited a distinguished guest like this one? Even if they went on a private outfit, they could not hide their natural nobleness.

Just when these servants were surprised, the chaotic footsteps were already running towards this side. Soon, a group of luxuriously dressed people gathered towards the old man in green. The leader was also an old man, but compared to the old man in green, this old man was so noble that he looked like a noble person.

Seeing this person, Ding Er quickly lowered his head, and his body couldn't help but tremble. This noble old man was no one else but the ancestor of the Wang family. He lived in seclusion on weekdays, and the current head of the Wang family, Mr. Wang, was his grandson.

Why did this ancestor come out this time? Ding Er was so scared that his next sentence made Ding Er scared him so much that he almost lost his soul.

"Wang Yangui was ashamed of his subordinates, and he even let them do such evil deeds. Wang Yangui was ashamed. He also begged Li Xianchang to forgive his crime." As he spoke, the ancestor of the Wang family actually bowed deeply to the old man in green.

Even all the children of the Wang family worshiped deeply and begged Li Xianchang to atone for his sins.

"Immortal? Immortal? Is it the legendary immortal?" At this time, Ding Er's crotch had been wet, but he seemed to have forgotten his fear. His numb mind was full of the word "Immortal". He couldn't believe that there were really immortals in this world, but when he remembered the strong wind that had no reason and the attitude of the ancestor of the Wang family, he couldn't help but believe it.

"No one has come yet. I tied up these servants who acted recklessly and despised human lives to send them to the official position. It's simply a bad family tradition of my Wang family!"

"Li Xianchang, my Wang family will do my best to treat the people in this pit. Come on, go to the Wang family medicine warehouse to quickly get the hundred-year-old blood ginseng..."

The old man called Li Xianchang did not say anything. Instead, the people of the Wang family began to get busy. No one cared about Ding Er and the others who were tied up. They all hoped that this matter could be handled properly and must not make Li Xianchang unhappy. You must know that they could have a relationship with Xianchang, but the Wang family took out their own family background, which was only obtained by a legendary herb that had been nine thousand years old.

"Forget it, you don't have to worry about saving people. Me and the person in this pit meet between his life and death, which is a fate of heaven. Therefore, I will save people." Finally, Li Xianchang spoke lightly, preventing the people from the Wang family from being busy.

He has practiced at such an age, so how can he not know where the people of the Wang family care about a human life? They are all just to please him. For him, the way of immortality is cruel, and the way of humanity is also ruthless. Where can he save the people of the world?

Today's move is one of the fate of heaven as he mentioned, and the other is nothing more than the strong will to survive in the pit of gratitude. Isn't it just like the path of cultivation and seeking a glimmer of hope in the face of all difficulties against the heavens?

While speaking, Li Xianchang waved his sleeves, raised his right hand, and frozen soil in the pit flew out, and a thin body flew out of it. In just a moment, Li Xianchang grabbed it in his hand and then gently placed it on the ground.

At this time, Chen Mo exhausted his last bit of strength, and how could he have consciousness? But in the last blur, he vaguely remembered that the deadly shovel did not fall on his head. Instead, he vaguely heard an old man talking. But after saying something, Chen Mo fainted before he could hear clearly.

Therefore, have you been saved? This is the last thought before Chen Mo fainted.

At this time, everyone could see clearly that the person in the pit was actually a little beggar. Looking at that, I was afraid that I would have to breathe my life in one last breath. Even if I didn't bury him, I wouldn't be able to survive today.

The ancestor of the Wang family even complained that today, he almost made a big deal by such a beggar. It seems that he will be bound to restrain the arrogant servants in the family in the future, so as not to cause any great disaster for the family.

Everyone had their own thoughts, but Li Xianchang was too lazy to pay attention. He said that he had "changed" a pill from somewhere in his hand. He put it into the beggar's mouth without thinking. Then he reached out and patted it, and the beggar swallowed the pill unconsciously.

The pill entered his throat, and as the beggar breathed calmly, Li Xianchang remained silent, pulled the beggar's wrist, and a trace of spiritual power entered his body to investigate his injuries.

I meditated in my heart that since I saved people, I would save them to the end. When the beggar's injuries recovered, I would find a relationship between the world and settle him for a long time.

But Li Xianchang never expected that just ordinary explorations made unusual discoveries... He couldn't help but hide his joy, but suddenly frowned again...
Chapter completed!