When He Xingtian was found dead in bed, the sun had already risen very high.
The first person to enter He Xingtian's house was Mo Long.
After Mo Long and Yun Zhongting finished breakfast, they saw that He Xingtian still hadn't come. He felt something was wrong and said to Yun Zhongting, "I'm going to see him first. Why haven't you come to eat yet?"
Mo Long shouted several times outside He Xingtian's house, but there was no response. When he entered He Xingtian's house, he saw that his face was purple and black and he was no longer breathing, so he knew that He Xingtian was dead.
Everyone came to He Xingtian's house.
The little master Akabane said: "Yesterday, everything was fine. What on earth is going on?"
Mr. Zhizhen walked to the bed, carefully examined the body, and turned back to the young master Akabane and said: "He died of suffocation."
Mo Long looked at He Xingtian's purple-black face and said, "He was strangled to death, right? His martial arts was also pretty good. How could he die so easily?"
He Xingtian also said: "That's right! When we dealt with 'Paper Man' Pan Ze, his performance was higher than my martial arts. What happened today! There must be other reasons!"
Mr. Zhizhen turned back to the little master Akabane and said: "Little master, maybe he can still be saved..." After saying that, his eyes were fixed on Akabane's right hand.
The young master Akabane saw Mr. Zhizhen looking at him and didn't know why, so he asked: "Mr. Zhizhen, why are you looking at me?" After saying that, he looked at Mr. Zhizhen with doubts in his eyes.
Mr. Zhizhen looked at his young master Chi Yu, and then at Mo Long.
Molong said: "Mr. Zhizhen, please explain clearly what is going on!"
Mr. Zhizhen looked at the little master Chi Yu and said: "Little master, I have seen Chi Hun, the god of war, save one of his generals before, with the help of the power of the 'Futu'. Today, I don't know if you are willing to save He."
Doing one’s destiny?”
The little master Akabane looked confused and had no idea what it meant.
Mr. Zhizhen said to the young master Akabane: "You only need to point your finger at He Xingtian, and we will do the rest!"
Yun Zhongting said: "Could it be that you want to use the magical power of the 'Futu' to bring He Xingtian back to life?"
Mr. Zhizhen smiled and said, "That's right! I just don't know if it will work?"
The little master Akabane said: "If I can save him, I will definitely try my best!"
Molong said: "Then, let's do it! Don't waste any more time!"
Although Akabane is your little master, he is still a child after all and knows very little. Everything is arranged by Mr. Zhizhen.
Molong and Yunzhongting also obeyed Mr. Zhizhen's arrangements.
In about half an hour, He Xingtian was placed in a large room, with his head to the north and feet to the south. A desk was placed directly in front of his body, with incense, candles, and offerings placed on it.
The ceremony was presided over by Mr. Zhizhen, with Yun Zhongting and Mo Long taking care of him. The young master, Chi Yu, sat facing He Xingtian.
There were ninety-nine and eighty-one guards standing outside the house, surrounding the surroundings, each holding a sharp knife, leaning against the house, facing outward, always on guard.
There was silence in Mr. Zhizhen's village, and the whole ceremony was solemn and solemn.
First, Mr. Zhizhen stood in front of He Xingtian and muttered something.
Molong and Yun Zhongting stood not far away.
Mo Long said to Yun Zhongting: "Oh! Look, Mr. Zhizhen really looks like that!"
Yun Zhongting hit Mo Long on the arm and said, "Don't talk nonsense! We are doing business now!" Mo Long quickly covered his mouth.
At this time, Mr. Zhizhen had finished speaking. He turned around and walked to the young master Chi Yu and said: "Little master, you point your finger at He Xingtian. You don't need to do the rest."
Whatever, okay?"
Mo Long and Yun Zhongting came to Mr. Zhizhen's side. The three of them stood together, and the young master Chi Yu stood in front of the three of them.
The young master Chi Yu pointed his finger at He Xingtian's body, and the three people also pointed their fingers at He Xingtian, and the four of them worked together.
I saw a ball of red light surrounding He Xingtian's body. The aperture changed from large to small, and after a while, from small to large again.
Mr. Zhizhen's face slowly turned black, and the faces of Mo Long and Yun Zhongting also changed to gray.
The little master Akabane's face is still rosy and has not changed much.
Time passed slowly.
The aperture is constantly changing.
Mr. Zhizhen's face slowly returned to its normal color, and the faces of Mo Long and Yun Zhongting also became normal.
The surroundings were as quiet as ever.
There was no change in He Xingtian's body. Mr. Zhizhen looked at Mo Long and Yun Zhongting and said, "Let's work harder to lock the young master's meridians before the magical power of his 'talisman' bursts out."
, when the power of the 'Rule Map' enters He Xingtian's body, we must use our skills to guide the power of the 'Rule Map' throughout He Xingtian's body in time. Only in this way can there be a glimmer of hope."
Molong said: "Is there no definite route?"
"Of course! We have to start from the soles of his feet and go all the way to the top of his head! Remember?" Mr. Zhizhen replied.
"Remember!" Yun Zhongting and Mo Long replied in unison.
The young master Akabane said: "Mr. Zhizhen, when will we reach the critical moment you mentioned? I can't hold on any longer!"
"It's almost! It's almost! Just hold on!" Mr. Zhizhen said.
At this moment, a ring that looked like a 'talisman' burst out from the tips of Akabane's fingers and headed straight for He Xingtian's feet.
"Work harder! Fast, fast, fast!" Mr. Zhizhen shouted.
Immediately, the skills of the four people entered He Xingtian's body together again.
I saw that the halo above He Xingtian's body became rounder and larger, and the color changed from the original red to a brilliant yellow.
Suddenly, with a "Teng" sound, He Xingtian sat up. The yellow halo on his body disappeared, and the black and purple color on his face instantly faded, turning into the color of a normal person.
Mr. Zhizhen and Mo Long, as well as Yun Zhongting and his little master Chi Yu, all stopped their efforts and withdrew their fingers.
Mo Long quickly stepped forward and supported He Xingtian, only to see him let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes were dim, and cold sweat flowed down his face, as if he had had a nightmare.
Several people stepped forward to support him. He Xingtian slowly came down and walked into the courtyard. The dazzling sunlight made him quickly close his eyes.
Mo Long laughed loudly: "Oh! It turns out that the little master still has such magical power! I really admire it! I admire it!"
Akabane was just a child. After struggling for a long time, he was tired, so Mr. Zhizhen accompanied him back to the house to rest.
He Xingtian stayed in the yard for a short while, and Mo Long and Yun Zhongting also helped him into the house to rest.