Chen Zhi had seen the white clothes in the phantom, and remembered the calm and calm demeanor holding the floating dust in his hand. That was Qiu Chuji a thousand years ago...
When the old man in white slowly approached, Chen Zhi felt an aura as vast as the sea from his body. This magnificence was so majestic that it seemed that it could easily submerge everything in the world.
However, Qiu Chuji was still unreal at this moment, just like a phantom that could be shattered at the touch of a finger...
But his aura was also mixed with an inexplicable feeling of sadness, as if he was a man in chains, crying silently...
Chen Zhi desperately wanted to raise his head and take a closer look at the face of the old man in white. He wanted to know whether the guess he had been struggling with was true...
But he was already exhausted by now. The broken bones all over his body made him miserable. All the magic energy in his body had been sucked away. He didn't even have the strength to open his eyes wide now.
He could only vaguely see the old man in white walking slowly. The old man's steps were very light. When the white light came over, a kind of sacred radiance and gentle earth appeared, and it seemed that everything around him was purified by the old man.
But Chen Zhi vaguely saw that under that white holy robe, there seemed to be heavy chains~~~
The old man in white slowly walked to Chen Zhi, bowed down, stretched out his arms filled with spiritual light, and stroked Chen Zhi's hair. The feeling was like stroking a baby...
Then, the old man in white waved the fly whisk in his hand, and suddenly the fly whisk flashed with light, and the dust began to shrink and deform rapidly, turning into the silver disk again.
The old man loosened his hand~~
The silver disc rotated and fell into Chen Zhi's hand...
The old man then turned and left, leaving a footprint on the ground he stepped on. The spiritual light rose from the footprints, as if the purgatory that had just been filled with magma and blood had now been purified into a holy land~~~
Chen Zhi vaguely saw the old man walking to the wooden platform in the distance.
Old Kutu was lying there in despair, with the bloody ax still on his belly, surrounded by his flesh, blood and internal organs. He lay there motionless, like a desperate beast, and in his
In the desert behind them, those Mongolian warriors were still lying there, covered in blood, like bloody red flowers blooming in the desert~~~
The old man in white clothes stood in front of Old Kutu, looked at him indifferently, then made a hand gesture in the air and pointed at Old Kutu gently.
In an instant...
Old Kutu's body turned into fly ash and drifted away in the wind, while the warriors in the distance gradually became smaller and then disappeared into the desert. Everything disappeared...
Chen Zhi didn't know anything about what happened after that~~ He later felt that his body seemed to be wrapped in a warm force, and then he began to walk forward quickly~~
Sometimes he could clearly feel that he was lying on the back of Lao Jiudou, but other times he felt that he was lying on the back of the old man in white.
While the old man in white was carrying him, he kept muttering something softly and repeatedly.
"Child, please atone for my sins..."
I don’t know how long it took, but when Chen Zhi finally opened his eyes, he found that he was already lying in the hospital...
He now felt like he was in another world. His lips were trembling for a moment and he was speechless. The first thing he felt was that the bones all over his body were in pain like a heartache, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe~~~
Then, he saw Fat Wei's face appearing in his sight. At this time, Fat Wei had a big nose and was holding Chen Zhi's head. He didn't know how long he had been howling...
"Damn it, you really woke up! I thought you had your hair cut off~~~~",
Fat Wei's voice is like a drake's voice, even worse than before.
"You're too scary. You've been out of breath since you came up from the ground~~~. For more than ten days in a row, you haven't had any breath at all. The doctor even issued a death certificate for you~~~
If old Jintou and I hadn't stopped you, those Mongolians would have buried you~~~
After Lao Jintou came back from below, he went crazy. He said that he saw a fairy. The fairy said that you must be fine and asked him to carry him back for you. In order to thank him, he gave him another life and so on. Isn't this nonsense...
…,
Later, he was in a fog, and I didn't know what nonsense he was talking about. I think he must have had a mental problem after knowing that he was terminally ill.
I didn’t expect... I didn’t expect you to actually come back to life! Oh my God..."
Fat Wei kept talking a lot here, with runny nose and tears, like a talkative woman, but at this moment, the nurse ran out to inform the news, and not long after, a
A large crowd of people all ran in.
Everyone is here, including Lao Jidou, Ji Ying, Hu Meng, Father Murte and a bunch of Mongolians...
It turns out that this is the private hospital of the Golden Family, and Chen Zhi has been in a coma for 17 days now.
Ghost Sword was sent to a special ward for care because of his serious injuries. His bones and tendons were fine under the influence of the elixir, but there were too many scratches on his skin and large areas of skin burns. Now he needs to
Isolation treatment.
No one else had any serious problems. Only Humeng complained that he had suffered internal injuries and that he had been severely psychologically stimulated. Now he has been sitting in a wheelchair and cannot walk. Mr. Murte hired the best medical treatment in Mongolia.
The team consulted him~~~~
But Lao Jiandou was the most energetic one. His head was wrapped with white gauze, his eyes were extremely excited, and there was a proud look on his face. He felt as if he had seen the Virgin Mary, he was extremely proud.
After seeing Chen Zhi wake up, Lao Jiandou ran over first, grabbed Chen Zhi's hand, and told him everything that happened next...