Peerless Little Mommy: The ghost baby is cute

Chapter 295 Healing
I didn't have time to think about it, I quickly moved to the old man on tiptoe, and the spirit on the wrist that turned into a jade bracelet quickly turned into countless sharp cones, surrounding these messengers.

In the rapidly darkening night, these messengers seemed not afraid to surround them, and with a strange smile on the corner of their mouths, it turned into a puddle of pus and disappeared.

The pools of pus and blood on the ground gave off a pungent smell of corrupt blood in the air, stimulating people's taste nerves, making people feel sick and want to vomit.

They are neither humans nor ghosts, they are just a puddle of blood!
And when I first came into contact with them, I didn't notice anything unusual. On the contrary, they all walked away, so I could feel the strong ghost aura on them.

Before I could turn my head around, the old man's painful muffled sound came to my ears. Beads of sweat rolled down from the old man's forehead. He knelt weakly on the ground, his body trembling in pain.

Under the devouring power of the bottomless ghost hole, both of the old man's arms disappeared, and after a short pause of a few seconds, the blood in his body gushed out from the opening.

Neatly severed meridians, blood vessels, white bones soaked in blood, and muscle tissue can be seen at the fracture.

Fortunately, no fatal parts were injured, and a life was saved.

But looking at the trend of the blood flow, the gurgling blood is as lively as a small stream. If it doesn't stop bleeding, it won't be long before he loses too much blood and dies.

Although I have a jade cicada in my hand, but I don't practice spirituality, I can't manipulate the rebirth ability in the jade cicada to heal the old man, so I can only whisper to the old man: "I will heal your wound first to stop the bleeding, you can relax , so that I can penetrate my spiritual consciousness."

"Thank you..." The old man lowered his head and squeezed out these words between his teeth in pain.

Then I knelt down beside the old man, clasped his shoulder blades firmly with my fingers, and poured the cultivation in my body into him continuously, letting him stop the bleeding first.

His arms must be gone. The healing effect of my martial arts on him is much worse than that of Yu Chan. I can't turn decay into magic and heal the wound directly.

After I stopped the bleeding with the original exercises taught by my master, the wound hadn't healed so quickly, and it still needed to be bandaged to wait for it to heal slowly.

After finally reaching the stage of closing the work, blood-red well water suddenly burst out from the mouth of the well not far away. Under the surging blood, many walking corpses surrounded him.

The hideous skin on the faces of these walking corpses was stitched with black thread. The skins of various colors were pieced together, and the stitched lines in various postures made the scalp numb.

They roared muffled in their mouths, their sharp claws waving stiffly in the air.

When we came, Xingxuan brought us here directly. He was very fast. Although the little walking corpse was not slow, he still couldn't keep up. It was probably landed in the village.

Now it's not here, can't help me.

I was at the critical moment of reaping my skills, and I couldn't spare my hands to deal with these walking corpses.

I can't stop the action of collecting energy in my hands, and I can't be distracted too much on other things, otherwise this old man and I will be severely injured at the same time.

I can only think of various ways in my mind, thinking about how to deal with these walking corpses that are gradually approaching.Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through his mind, where did these walking corpses come from?

Didn't all the walking corpses in this village were eaten by one of the mutated walking corpses, and that walking corpse became particularly powerful and difficult to deal with.

If Xingxuan hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid I would have been eaten alive by this walking corpse.

And the people who came from the village just now seemed to appear out of nowhere, and suddenly turned into a puddle of pus and blood on the ground.

I took another look at the well water that was bleeding, and couldn't help frowning.

Could this well be making trouble again?
In fact, everything in front of me is an illusion. In fact, it is so easy for me to think that what is appearing in front of me is an illusion.

The hallucinatory stimulation it brings to people can almost be confused with the real, making people unable to distinguish the real from the fake.

I know everything in front of me, if it is an illusion, just ignore it.But if it's not a hallucination, and the old man and I don't resist, then the two of us will have to be eaten by walking dead.

Now, there are only two options, either to take the risk of being severely injured and take the effort to deal with the walking corpses.Or just concentrate and calm down, continue to collect the power, and ignore these walking corpses that may be hallucinations.

After weighing it, I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, and silently recited the content of "Qing Xin Jue" in my mind, so that I could calm my mind and not be affected by external illusions, and calmly receive the work for the old man.

I don't know how long it took, but when I opened my eyes, there were puddles of pus and blood in the position of the group of corpses just now, and they all seemed to be red and black.

The well under the moonlight not far away was unusually quiet, and no abnormalities reappeared.

The pale lips of the old man finally had a little blood. He coughed softly and said weakly: "It's useless to be an old man, and you can't tell the truth from the fake. I've figured it out myself, and I have to trouble you to save me."

"It's okay, as long as you're fine..." I finally gave up, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but I couldn't help feeling nervous when I saw the quiet Jingguchi.

Xingxuan...

It's the second night and he hasn't shown up yet.Thinking that tonight is another difficult night, and I don't know what kind of things will appear in the well to test me again.

I helped the old man to sit down by the well, and he taught me to take out the medicines he carried with him, and bandage his wounds. The method of using morticians to heal his wounds is very strange.

After applying the medicine, they don't use cotton cloth to bandage, but use a special kind of leaves, which has a strange aroma, which can help the wound recover better.

The well became very quiet until late at night, and nothing disturbed us.

I have been tossed about by these nonsense for several days, and I was so tired that I was about to stop cooking. When I was sitting by the well, my eyelids couldn't help but my eyes were blurry.

But my brain is very clear, there is a tight string in my brain, which keeps my nerves in a state of excitement and sobriety, and I am always concerned about Xingxuan's safety.

A purple shadow passed by in the dark night, my eyes were half-opened, I didn't see it too clearly, I thought it was Xingxuan coming back, a carp stood up stiffly, "Xingxuan, is that you?"

As soon as I said this, I realized something was wrong, the person in front of me was not Xingxuan.

It is not tall, with a stooped body, a head of white hair, and the skin on its face is wrinkled like an orange peel.

This……

This is the body of Grandma Long!
Unexpectedly, after running for so long, it appeared again at this time.

"What a heavy resentment, this body seems to be occupied by the soul of the walking corpse. It is staring at us! Su Zi, quickly take out the yellow paper from my arms and stick it on its forehead, otherwise the owner of this body will The soul will be trapped in the body for the rest of my life." Although the old man was injured, he told me with a flash of light in his eyes.

It is about the freedom of Grandma Long's soul, so I couldn't hesitate to pull a piece of yellow paper from the old man's arms.He rushed up with his toes on the ground, trying to stick it on his forehead.

But don't look at it as old, after being controlled, its body is still quite nimble, chasing it back and forth among these yew trees can't catch it, and it can't be restrained even if it shakes the Yin bell in its hand.

It doesn't run far away, it just wanders around a few trees nearby, and I dare not chase after it if it is far away.I'm afraid it would be bad if we were too far away from the old man and caught up with the time of the ghost hole swallowing.

The moment I caught up, it suddenly turned around and grabbed my chest with its sharp claws.

I dodged quickly, and it continued to attack me with an insatiable momentum.

It's really not worth the money, I just wanted to turn around and run away.

At this moment, a familiar white shadow suddenly passed by, and his index finger, like a jade chopstick, lightly tapped on Grandma Long's shoulder from behind.It directly controlled its limbs, and could not move.

(End of this chapter)