Hell Emperor

Chapter 27 Xia Wei-Injury

Thunder roared and lightning danced wildly.

In the restricted area of ​​life surrounded by electric light, Xia Wei leaned against the cold mountain wall, sitting alone with her face ashen as death. On her weak and white left arm, a vicious wound that turned outwards was so conspicuous, and the deep cut was still bleeding. , blood spilled on the ground, accumulating a pool of blood.

A sudden gust of wind blew by, and the tall ghost shrank to an inch and moved over.

Ye Jie looked alert. He looked around and saw thunder sweeping past in the distance, and arcs of lightning rushing wildly. He hurriedly squatted down, not even daring to show his head.

"Xiaowei, why did you come to this Xuansha Lei Ze?" Ye Jie asked hurriedly, "With my early second-level cultivation, once I am hit by the lightning that is the strongest to the sun, destroying evil and removing evil spirits, I am afraid that His soul will be shattered on the spot, and he will never be reincarnated.”

Looking down and seeing the blood stains beside Xia Wei and the horrific cuts on her arms, Ye Jie was slightly startled: "Didn't you go back to Qingshi Town to bandage the wounds?"

Xia Wei raised her head, and her trembling lips seemed to silently express the grievances in her heart: "Master, their deaths were all caused by me, right?"

"what are you saying?"

Xia Wei lowered her head, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, not because of the pain of the wound, but because of the helplessness inside: "Master said, Xiao Wei is a lone star in fate, and anyone who comes into contact with me will eventually be unable to escape." I was the one who killed them all, especially Captain Qi Feng..."

Deafening thunder exploded from a distance, and endless lightning was released. Electric arcs cut through the night like silver swords, and the earth trembled. The silver light lighting up the sky seemed to wrap a veil over the thin figure of Xia Wei, making her look even more lonely.

Ye Jie shook his head: "It's not your fault, it's Qi Feng who was so blinded by interests that he insisted on dying regardless of the danger. You can save him once, but you can't save him the second time. You have done your best. , don’t blame yourself for this.”

Xia Wei shook her head vigorously: "That's not the case... This is all my fault. It's because my fate is too dangerous, which brings bad luck and affects the people around me. I can't go back to Qingshi Town, and I can't bring danger. to others."

Ye Jie came to her side, his half-crouched body was exactly level with hers, and said seriously:

"The scriptures say: Everyone will die, but not everyone has truly lived. Qi Feng died for his own vision. It was his own choice and his destiny. Since you can't change it, the only thing you can do is All you have to do is respect his choice, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Under Ye Jie's comfort, Xia Wei's eyes were filled with silent emotion, and her words were choked with sobs: "Master..."

Ye Jie glanced at the ferocious knife wound on her left arm and said distressedly: "It's better to deal with the wound quickly. Even if you are amazingly talented, you can't leave the wound alone and let it worsen."

Ye Jie looked around and found a fairly flat stone platform. He took out the needle and thread from his arms and looked at Xia Wei: "Do you remember the spiritual power I taught you before? Now create fire."

Xia Wei pursed her lips, raised her right hand, and the spiritual power in her body began to circulate. Waves of heat overflowed and turned into a cluster of flames, rising from the tip of her index finger.

The use of spiritual power this time also caused a knife wound on the other arm. Xia Wei frowned. She was so strong that she was afraid that her master would worry, so she gritted her teeth and did not even complain.

Ye Jie took out the silver needle and heated it on Xia Wei's index finger until it turned red. There was a burning breath on the needle tip, and he warned: "It may hurt a little."

Xia Wei looked determined, her braid flying behind her head: "Master, Xiao Wei is not afraid."

The red-hot needle pierced Xia Wei's white arm along the edge of the knife wound. Each needle was accompanied by an unbearable sting. Xia Wei clenched her right fist, and the veins on her neck popped out, letting Ye Jie Complete the suturing of the wound.

Ye Jie skillfully threaded the needle and thread, each stitch being dexterous and swift. As the needle and thread shuttled, the long and hideous cut on Xia Wei's arm gradually closed, leaving no more blood. During the process, she remained silent.

After the suturing was completed, Ye Jie tied the thread into a knot, cut off the excess thread with his fingers, tore off the hem of his robe, and bandaged it, with a tired smile on his face:

"In this way, the wound has been treated. You have a third-grade talent: Ice Muscle and Jade Bone. After the wound is healed, it will not leave any scars. This is an ability that many people can't ask for. Wait until you cultivate again On a higher note, remember to prepare some good gold sore medicine and deer antler ointment with you. If the wound does not stop bleeding in time, you will be in trouble..."

Ye Jie looked up and saw Xia Wei's bright eyes staring at him without blinking. He couldn't help but scratch his head: "What's wrong...is the suturing process too painful?"

"It doesn't hurt. As long as Master is here..." Xia Wei pursed her lips and changed the topic, "Has Master stitched up wounds for many people? I can see that Master's movements are very skillful. It's obvious that weaving is done by women. It’s right to live..."

Ye Jie smiled: "Strictly speaking, this is my first time to sew on a living person."

Seeing Xia Wei's confusion, Ye Jie added: "Some wandering souls, their last wish after death is to keep their whole bodies, please ask me to help them sew up the scattered bodies. Like beheaded death row prisoners, or They were soldiers who died in a foreign land, and there were quite a few of them. Over time, I carried needles and thread with me."

Xia Wei covered her mouth and exclaimed, she didn't expect Ye Jie to have such a bizarre experience.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet. Stop fighting for the next few days and rest in peace." Ye Jie glanced at Xia Wei with concern.

Xia Wei's mouth corners were pressed down, and her face showed worry: "If I can't fight the monsters, how can I get the resources for cultivation and how can I take revenge on Hengshan Bandit?"

Ye Jie sighed, took out two spirit stones from his arms, and handed them to Xia Wei: "Within a week, Hengshan Bandit will kill Qingshi Town. The shrimp-headed man in the middle stage of the third level just now, in front of the Hengshan Bandit in the late stage of the third level, I'm afraid he can't last more than three moves. If it really doesn't work, you'd better retreat quickly. You must know that there is a long way to go. With your proud potential, you can reach the same level as Hengshan Bandit in a few years. There is no need to confront him head-on at this time."

Under Ye Jie's persuasion, Xia Wei's eyes were also touched, and there was a bit of firmness hidden in her weak tone: "Xiao Wei understands Master's concern, but a great opportunity is right in front of us, Xiao Wei really can't give up."

Ye Jie nodded and planned for her: "In this case, let's first aim to defeat the shrimp-headed man. If you can defeat the shrimp-headed man before the Hengshan bandit arrives, at least it means that you can fight with the Hengshan bandit for a few moves, and I won't stop you from taking revenge."

After getting Ye Jie's approval, Xia Wei smiled, her whole body was full of strength, and her eyes were burning with fighting spirit. The shrimp-headed man killed the monster-hunting team members and Captain Qi Feng in front of her. Xia Wei secretly made up her mind to avenge them.

Taking the spirit stone from Ye Jie, Xia Wei sat in a corner of Lei Ze where no one was disturbing her, and her breath steadily rose.

From time to time, thunderous roars resounded through the sky, and Xia Wei, who was sitting quietly, was not disturbed at all, and remained motionless like an old monk in meditation. Spiritual power flowed rapidly in her body, and it would not be long before she could break through to the late stage of the first stage.