Sansheng Xiantu is here for you

Chapter 66 Strange illness
If Bi Hai is right, the people around Mu Qingyun are definitely not from Qi Yunguo!
While Leng Qianyue was contemplating, she had already reached the edge of Qi Yunling.

The road was slippery in the snow, Leng Qianyue walked very slowly, and the two people behind her also walked extremely slowly.

"Woo... my son..."

A burst of crying suddenly came intermittently.That voice was crying miserably, and there was a soft cry around it, as if she couldn't cry because she had been crying for too long.Such a voice, with indescribable depression, makes the listener sad.

On a snowy day, what happened to someone?

Leng Qianyue lifted the corner of her skirt and walked towards the direction of the crying.

Mu Qingyun didn't expect Leng Qianyue to turn around suddenly, and took a tentative look at Mu Ping, who had a smile on his face, "Since we all decided to follow, let's follow to the end."

Tilting his head, he turned and followed Leng Qianyue's pace.

"My son, please wake up..." In the cold wind, an old woman knelt in front of a pine and cypress, crying heartbroken.There was a delicate woman next to her, her face was flushed from the cold.

A woodcutter who was chopping firewood happened to pass by, and heaved a long sigh when he saw the two crying bitterly.

"Why are they crying at a pine tree?" Leng Qianyue asked, the woodcutter gave her a strange look, and seeing that she was not dressed like an ordinary person, he just said: "It looks like you are from a rich family, no Know the wonders here."

The old woman originally had a son in his early twenties, who just got married and started a business in the early spring of this year, but suddenly fell seriously ill just a month later.As soon as I left the pine tree, I felt severe pain all over my body. In the end, I coughed up blood.

Physicians from a hundred miles away have all come to see her, but no one can do anything.Up to now, I can only lean on this pine tree, even if it is the twelfth lunar month, I can't leave.

The woodcutter gave a long sigh, looked at the two people under the tree sympathetically, and left the place carrying the firewood.

"Can't do without the pine tree? This is the first time I've heard the anecdote." Bi Hai said unexpectedly, and Leng Qianyue approached, only to find that under the pine tree, a young man was leaning against the pine tree, his body wrapped in a thick cloth cotton-padded jacket.

A face has withered and completely lost the color of a normal person. If you don't look carefully, you will never think that there is a person there.

He was obviously too weak, but the man leaned against the tree with a strange tranquility on his face, as if the crying around him hadn't reached his ears.

Leng Qianyue looked up, looked at the thick pine tree, and felt a little bit in her heart, "Get out of the way, if it takes a while, he will really die."

Hearing this, Mu Qingyun and Mu Pingzhi were taken aback, and hurried to follow.

When the old woman heard that someone was willing to save her son, she quickly got up, "Girl, do you know how to save my son?"

"I know, as long as you are willing to cooperate."

Leng Qianyue knelt down and slapped the man's chest mercilessly.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of thick blood was sprayed out by the man, splashing the white snow into red.

"Ah!" The young woman next to the old woman screamed in fright, her eyes darkened and she passed out.

"You want my son's life!" The old woman yelled a few words heartbroken, and she was about to drag Leng Qianyue up.

"I said, if you want him to live, don't worry about it. Now take your daughter-in-law home and come back tomorrow, otherwise, he will only die!" The tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care about everything around him.

(End of this chapter)