Then he saw a few figures flashing in the dilapidated temple, and a young man in simple clothes ran out. When he saw Chang Ying and others returning from outside, he was overjoyed and kept shouting inside.
Many men and women immediately ran out of the temple to greet Changying and others.
"Senior Brother Changying! How was the harvest?"
"Have you got medicine instead?"
Several disciples looked at Changying expectantly and asked.
However, Changying's expression darkened and he sighed.
"There was an accident. We...have nothing to gain today." Jiang She said helplessly.
"What? Nothing gained?"
"This is not surprising. I heard that many people in the hall have gone out to 'hunt' recently."
some people muttered.
"How could this happen? Senior Sister Jiang She! My eldest brother is seriously injured now! You can't grab anything or exchange for medicine. I'm afraid my eldest brother won't be able to survive today!! How can you not gain anything?"
A male disciple rushed up excitedly, stared at these people with blood-red eyes, and shouted loudly: "My eldest brother worked hard for Qinghe Hall, and that's why he ended up like this. Now he is seriously injured, but you don't even have any medicine for healing."
I can't even give it to him. Let me tell you, if there is something wrong with my eldest brother! I will never spare you!"
"Zhou Hu! How did you speak?"
"presumptuous!"
"You are so brave, how dare you speak to senior brothers and sisters in such a tone? Kneel down and apologize to senior brothers and sisters!"
"That's right, kneel down and apologize!"
"Kneel down!"
The people around him stared at Zhou Hu and cursed with indignation.
But Zhou Hu gritted his teeth and said nothing.
"Okay, everyone, please stop." Changying shouted.
The surrounding area slowly became quiet.
"You all let him go! What Zhou Hu said is right. Zhou Long fought hard for our Qinghe Hall. Now he is seriously injured, but we don't even have the ability to heal him. It's our Qinghe Hall that feels sorry for him, and it's me, the senior brother
It’s useless!” Changying said in a hoarse voice.
"Senior brother..."
Several people nearby had tears in their eyes.
However, Chang Ying took out a shriveled bag from his pocket and threw it towards Zhou Hu.
Zhou Hu was stunned and reached out to take it.
"This is the last bit of healing medicine on my body. You can give it to Zhou Long. I hope it will have some effect." Chang Ying said.
"Brother, you...you still have to go on a mission! If you don't have any healing medicine on your body, what should you do if something happens?"
"Yes, no matter what you wear, you still need to put some medicine on yourself to protect yourself."
"This is your life-saving medicine."
The people next to me became anxious and said one after another.
But Changying shook his head again.
"Isn't this medicine just for saving lives? Zhou Hu, why don't you go quickly!"
This drink made Zhou Hu, who was in a daze, tremble all over.
He looked deeply at Changying, and finally took the shriveled bag, turned around and ran into Qinghe Hall.
Many people looked at Changying with complicated expressions.
Lin Yang was quite surprised.
I never thought that Chang Ying had such a broad mind and magnanimity.
"Go in."
Changying said calmly and led everyone into Qinghe Hall.
The temple is still dilapidated.
There was a statue of a god in the hall. Lin Yang looked at it repeatedly, but he didn't know which god it was.
However, there were many people sitting inside the temple.
Most of the people were injured. They were sitting on the ground or lying directly on the ground. Some were wailing in low voices, and some were shivering in pain.
