A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, knocking Mo Di's body into nothingness. Only the spirit guarded by spiritual energy was still there, tightly wrapped in the foundation-building spirit bead, and fell into the depths of the bathtub.
Mo Di clings to his soul, because apart from that, he can't do anything else. He only has this trace of his soul. He can't see anything, hear any sounds, and can't feel any changes. Only
Wait, long wait...
The lightning in the electric ball became weaker and weaker, and gradually returned to the shape of a water egg. The water egg became clearer and clearer, and its speed became slower and slower. Finally, with a "swish" sound, the remaining liquid medicine fell down.
Into the tub.
"Mr. Mo!" Zhao Man'er shouted happily, and immediately ran to the bathtub.
"Slow down!" the old pharmacist shouted softly, stopping Zhao Man'er.
Zhao Man'er stopped in a hurry and looked at her grandfather in confusion.
The old pharmacist's eyes never left Mo Di and said: "Don't disturb him, wait a moment."
Although Zhao Man'er wanted to see what was going on, she did not dare to move forward and stopped where she was, but her heart had already flown by.
Mo Di sat quietly in the bathtub, his expression dull, without any color or life on his face, just like a statue.
Zhao Man'er and the three of them all stared with bated breath, silently waiting for Mo Di to wake up.
Time passed little by little, and after waiting for half an hour, Mo Di was still the same.
Zhao Man'er was extremely anxious. She wanted to ask her grandfather several times, but she was afraid of disturbing Mo Di, so she swallowed the words every time.
The old pharmacist seemed to have a calm face, but in fact, he was in a more anxious mood than Zhao Man'er at this time. Mo Di was all his sustenance. If Mo Di could not be reborn smoothly, it would be difficult for him to realize his long-cherished wish in life.
A long wait always makes people lose patience. Zhao Man'er finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, why hasn't Mr. Mo woke up yet? Is there something wrong?" When she said this, she asked
His voice trembled.
After hearing this, Princess Yangzi also looked at the old pharmacist, waiting for his answer.
The old pharmacist raised his beard and tried to slow down his voice and said, "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer and see."
Zhao Man'er was very dissatisfied with her grandfather's answer, but she had no choice but to turn her head and continue to stare at Mo Di.
The room fell into silence again. Although the three of them were breathing softly, the sound of breathing was still very heavy in the room.
The old pharmacist thought quickly and carefully thought about the entire process of Mo Di's rebirth. He felt that there was no problem. However, the reality was before him. Although Mo Di's body had been reshaped, it was just a body without any
The spiritual body is no different from a dead person.
"What's going on? What went wrong?" the old pharmacist asked himself, puzzled.
The old pharmacist looked at Mo Di carefully, always feeling that something was wrong, but for a moment he couldn't see what was wrong. He looked up and down, left and right, but still couldn't find it.
After a long time, the old pharmacist suddenly said: "So that's it! So that's it!".
The old pharmacist pointed at Mo Di and said, "Look at his face."
"Face?" Zhao Man'er was puzzled, "What's wrong with his face?" Zhao Man'er looked carefully and saw that Mo Di's skin was pale, without any blood color, just like white wax. However, she didn't feel anything was wrong. Mo Di's skin was already fair.
, the injury was so serious this time, and it is normal to have such a complexion in a serious illness. Is there anything wrong with this?
Princess Yangzi was also confused.
Yang Zi patted Zhao Man'er gently and said, "Listen to grandpa."
The old pharmacist stroked his beard and said, "Well, although this boy's body has been reborn, one thing is missing."
"What?" Zhao Man'er and Yang Zi asked at the same time.
The old pharmacist glanced at the two of them and then said, "It's still blood."
"Blood?" they both asked in surprise at the same time.
"Yes, it's blood. Although blood is also a part of the body, it is somewhat different. It flows over and over again. Rebirth is very difficult." The old pharmacist shook his head and said.
Hearing this, Zhao Maner's heart sank, and an ominous premonition enveloped her, "Is there any other way?"
The old pharmacist looked at Mo Di, still shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either."
"Not sure? Grandpa, you mean there is still a way? Really?" Zhao Man'er saw that there was still a chance, so naturally she would not let it go.
The old pharmacist's eyes were complicated and he said, "Let's try it. Whether it succeeds or not depends on his luck."
"Grandpa, you have to save Mr. Mo no matter what, grandpa..." Zhao Man'er was about to cry again.
The old pharmacist gently stroked Zhao Man'er's head, stared into her eyes and said, "Grandpa will do his best."
Zhao Man'er's eyes were already red and she was in a very confused mood. When things came to this point, she couldn't tell whether she blamed her grandpa or thanked her. If grandpa hadn't chosen the method of rebirth, maybe Mr. Mo wouldn't have had so many problems.
It is dangerous, and there will be no fear of life. But in that case, although Mr. Mo can survive, he will not be able to go further on his spiritual path, and Mr. Mo will suffer for his whole life. This is obviously not the result that Zhao Man'er wants.
When Zhao Man'er was in a confused mood and thinking about this, the old pharmacist took out a cluster of silver needles from nowhere and quickly circled around Mo Di. His shot was like lightning, and he shot all the silver needles into Mo Di from a distance, especially between the eyebrows.
The two needles in the chest and heart, each needle was two inches long, but almost all of them went in. Yangzi was frightened when he saw it. People who didn't know why would never think that this was saving people, it was clearly killing people.
After this busy time, there was a slight sweat on the old pharmacist's forehead. It took a lot of effort. He took a breath and said: "The veins have been opened. Man'er, stretch your hand over."
Zhao Man'er hurriedly stretched out her hand. She had lost too much blood just now, and Zhao Man'er's skin was a little pale. The old pharmacist grabbed her hand and pricked her fingertips with a silver needle.
"Ah!" Zhao Man'er screamed in pain and saw a drop of blood coming out of her fingertips.
The old pharmacist took Zhao Man'er's hand and dropped the drop of blood on the silver needle between Mo Di's eyebrows.
I saw this drop of blood flowing down the silver needle and slowly seeping into the center of Mo Di's eyebrows.
The three of them all stared at Mo Di closely to see any changes in him.
In the blink of an eye, a drop of blood emerged from Mo Di's eyebrows and hung on the end of the silver needle.
"Huh?" The old pharmacist gasped.
"Grandpa, what's going on?" Zhao Man'er asked.
"Try again!" The old pharmacist squeezed Zhao Man'er's finger tightly, squeezed out another drop of blood, and dropped it on the needle in Mo Di's heart.
The blood flowed down the needle and slowly seeped into Mo Di's heart.
The old pharmacist stared at the silver needle nervously, his lips trembling slightly, for fear that the drop of blood would be repelled by Mo Di's body.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
A smile slowly appeared on the old pharmacist's face. It seemed that he had succeeded this time. Just as the old pharmacist was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a red light flashed on the silver needle, and a drop of bright red blood emerged from Mo Di's heart, hanging on the silver needle.
Needle tail.
"It doesn't fit. How come it doesn't fit?" The old pharmacist glanced at Zhao Man'er and said.
Zhao Man'er's complexion suddenly changed and became paler than before. Her blood was not absorbed by Mo Di and she could not save Mo Di.
"How could this happen?" The old pharmacist sat heavily on the chair, his last hope was shattered, and his whole person suddenly looked much older.
There was deathly silence in the room again.
"Can you try it again with my blood?" Princess Yangzi stood in front of the old pharmacist.
The old pharmacist slowly raised his head, looked at Yang Zi, shook his head and said, "What if I use yours? It's useless."
"Is there any other way?" Yang Zi asked.
The old pharmacist didn't know what Yang Zi's words meant, and he said truthfully: "I have tried my best." If the old pharmacist in the world said that he had tried his best, there was really no other way.
"Since there is no other way, why can't you try again with my blood?" Yang Zi spoke coldly, but his tone was clear and sincere.
The old pharmacist stared at her for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up absently, he stood up, and said with some joy in his tone: "Okay! Maybe..." He paused and said:
"Stretch out your hand."
A silver needle pricked her, and a drop of blood came out from Yangzi's fingertip. Yangzi stared at the drop of blood, with a complicated expression, not knowing what she was thinking. After a moment, she slowly raised her hand, and a drop of blood dripped from her fingertip.
Falling, falling towards Mo Di's eyebrows.
This drop of blood affects the eyes and hearts of three people.
Zhao Man'er's heart tightened so tightly that it almost stopped beating. Maybe, this drop of blood will change everything. Maybe... Zhao Man'er neither dared to admit it nor thought about it, so she could only express the anxiety in her heart.
Turn into prayer.
The time it took for this drop of blood to fall was so long that it even made the old pharmacist anxious. The light in his eyes flashed with no trace of concealment. This drop of blood was his hope, perhaps his last hope...
The blood finally dripped onto the silver needle between Mo Di's eyebrows, silently, but like a thunder, making everyone's hearts tremble.
The blood slowly flowed down the silver needle, and finally touched Mo Di's skin.
Mo Di's body suddenly trembled, like an electric shock. The drop of blood seemed to have found its owner, and it immediately penetrated into Mo Di's eyebrows.
Mo Di trembled again, and then his whole body trembled, and his originally stiff face softened, with a hint of warmth.
The three old pharmacists took a step forward in unison, with joy on their faces. Although the emotions of the three people were different, their joy at this time was the same, which was hope.
This drop of blood was like a catalyst, causing changes in the originally quiet bathtub again. Mo Di's skin color became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, extending from the center of his eyebrows to his face, to his chest, straight to his dantian, and to his limbs.
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The liquid medicine in the bathtub had already cooled down, but now there was a faint steam coming out. In an instant, bubbles kept rising in the liquid medicine, making a gurgling sound, as if it were boiling.
"It's done, it's done! Haha, it's finally done!" The old pharmacist couldn't help but laugh.
Zhao Man'er's tears rolled down her face. Under her tears was the joy that could no longer be suppressed.
A faint light flashed in Yang Zi's eyes, a warmth flowed through her heart, and her stern face had a hint of human fireworks. For some reason, when the old pharmacist Ye Zhao Man'er stared at Mo Di with joy, she looked deeply
He glanced at Mo Di, turned around slightly and walked out of the house.
The liquid in the bathtub quickly became lighter, and the blood and liquid dissolved in the liquid poured into Mo Di's body.
When the liquid medicine was completely consumed, there was a crisp sound, the tub exploded, and the silver needles were forced out of Mo Di's body and onto the roof.
The water mist faded, and Mo Di finally appeared completely.
"Ah!" Zhao Man'er screamed, covering her eyes and ran out of the house.
The old pharmacist was stunned for a moment, then understood and couldn't help but laugh again.
Although Mo Di's body was reborn, his clothes had long since been reduced to ashes and he was still naked. Only then did Zhao Man'er scream in fear and ran out shyly.
Mo Di was like a newborn baby, sitting quietly cross-legged in the light mist, calm and peaceful. Although it was the same as before, it had been completely transformed.