Life Control Chart

Unknowingly, it was dawn, and Shi Yu was still sitting there thinking wildly. Fang Nan's voice came from outside the tent: "Is Brother Shi here?"

Shi Yu was startled and woke up from the illusion in his mind. He touched his face and saw that the tears there had long dried up. After calming down, Fang said, "Brother Fang, please come in."

"Brother Shi, did you have a good night's rest? The three brothers are fine. After adjusting your breath overnight, you can move as hard as you can now. Don't worry." Although Shi Yu looked a little haggard, Fang Nan thought he had been worried about the three brothers all night.

"Thank you, Brother Fang. If I were myself, I really don't know what to do." Shi Yu said gratefully.

"Brother Shi is very polite. With the physiques of those three people, even if there is no medicine, this kind of skin injury will recover in a few days. I am here to say goodbye to Brother Shi. The three of me, brother and sister, have to walk more. If If there’s nothing else, I won’t bother Brother Shi here.”

"Oh! Brother Fang, please excuse me. It was my lack of thinking that delayed Brother Fang's business! Take care along the way and see you again someday!" Shi Yu bowed respectfully and looked off at Fang Nan.

Fang Nan also clasped his fists and turned to leave.

Shi Yu didn't dare to fall into confusion anymore, so he left the tent and walked towards the place where the three brothers were recovering from their injuries.

The three brothers were whispering in the tent. When they saw Shi Yu come in, they hurriedly stood up and saluted with a very respectful expression. Even Kui San obediently lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at Shi Yu.

"What's wrong with you? Are you still in pain?" Shi Yu found an open space and sat on the ground.

The three brothers looked at each other and replied respectfully: "Thank you for your inquiry, sir. There is no serious problem. Fang Nan's medicinal powder is very effective. My three brothers will be fine in a day or two."

Shi Yu looked strangely at Yi Da, who was speaking nondescriptly in classical Chinese, and then looked at Yi Er and Kui San, who were standing silently with their heads bowed in solemnity. His thoughts changed and he realized that it must have been Fang Nan who had spoken. The thing about killing everyone by yourself.

Although the three brothers could not witness it with their own eyes, Fang Nan's words must have been flawless and even exaggerated. After hearing about his horrifying behavior, the three of them were shocked, and their words and demeanor became much more restrained.

"That's good. Let's rest for a few more days and let's talk about other things. I'll go find something to eat." Seeing that everything was stable, Shi Yu realized that after a day and night of intense emotional turbulence, his stomach was a little hungry. Two bottles of Bigu Pills It's long gone, so I can only look for something to satisfy my hunger.

"I'm going! I'm going!" Kui San quickly stood up and stopped Shi Yu.

"Master, rest a while, I can do this rough work." As he spoke, he moved his seriously injured body towards the outside of the tent. His limping appearance made Shi Yu look a little speechless.

"There are no living things here. The young master of the Grass Leaf Fruit probably won't be able to eat it, and it's even more impossible to get the Bigu Pill! What can we get?" Kui San muttered as he walked, "How about grabbing some spiritual herbs?"

"Forget it, you should rest." Shi Yu pulled Kui San back, not because he felt bad. He was afraid that Kui San would go out and he hadn't figured it out yet. What if he came back with a group of people like Yan Er? If they fight, it will be difficult to deal with.

"It's okay, young master, this little injury is nothing, I can handle it!"

"You can handle it, but I can't!" Shi Yu dragged Kui San back and walked out without looking back.

"Master, what's going on?" Kui San didn't know why.

He looked at the giant armadillo.

After leaving the camp, Shi Yu wandered around and searched aimlessly, but found nothing.

"You can't really eat grass, right?" Shi Yu lamented in his heart.

The more I walked, the more hungry I became, and the more I walked, the more tired I became. My stomach growled, and my eyes flashed with stars. After climbing up a hill, Shi Yu couldn't hold on any longer and sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

Looking in the direction of the camp, several tents were vaguely visible, a full seventeen or eight miles away.

"You will have to endure a lot of hardship when you go back!" Shi Yuzheng was depressed, and saw a light flying from the camp towards him.

The escaping light arrived in an instant, landing lightly in front of Shi Yu, but it was a disciple of the Four Spirit Realm.

"I have met the Son of God. I am Feng Ning in the Four Spirit Realm, and my master is Li Hu."

"Oh, you're welcome." Shi Yu waved his hands, feeling so hungry that he felt weak to speak.

Suddenly something moved in his heart, and Shi Yu asked anxiously: "Do you have anything to eat? Anything is fine."

"Huh?" Feng Ning was stunned, but he didn't dare to hesitate. Ordinary food is not available. There were still some spiritual grasses and spiritual fruits that could be picked. Feng Ning hurriedly took out a blue spiritual fruit, held it in both hands and offered it to Shi Yu respectfully.

Shi Yu was not polite. He took the spirit fruit and ate it in two bites. He wiped his mouth and said, "Are there any more? A few more."

Feng Ning wanted something from Shi Yu right now, and he didn't dare to neglect it. He took out everything he could.

Shi Yu was just busy eating, but after a while Feng Ning's hidden possessions came to an end. When Shi Yu asked for it again, he could only spread his hands with a grimace.

"No more? Okay, I'm relieved. By the way, what are you doing here? Where's Li Hu? Are you feeling better?" Shi Yu ate half full, and felt some pain from eating too fast. Belly asked casually.

Feng Ning watched with heartache as Shi Yu ate up all his spiritual grass and spiritual fruits in an instant, crying in his heart. Xindao had known for a long time that he would not take this job. The little things he had saved so hard were eaten up in one meal, and he had never tasted any of them! If I save so much, I don’t know how long it will take.

Hearing Shi Yu ask him, Feng Ning did not dare to show any reluctance, and hurriedly bowed and said seriously: "I am here for my master! The master has not woken up yet, so I beg the Son of God to lend a helping hand!"

Shi Yu was a short-tongued person. When he heard this, he felt a little embarrassed and asked with some confusion: "Is it so serious? I don't even feel like I'm exerting much strength."

Shi Yu really didn't use any force. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hurt Li Hu even a hair. What he used was black stone armor!

"My master's condition is indeed serious. Please help me, Son of God." Feng Ning bowed deeply and bowed in front of Shi Yu. As for whether Shi Yu used his strength, there was no need to be serious. He was beaten like this even if he didn't use his strength. If he used his strength, would he still be alive? Feng Ning secretly complained.

"Then let's go and have a look. I may not be able to cure it." Shi Yu first found a way to get off the donkey slope.

"Thank you, Son of God. Please hurry up. My master can't delay!" Feng Ning said, posing a gesture of invitation. A light wanted to lead the way, but because it was too close, it went back to the camp directly, and Shi Yu was stupidly there.

After a while, another light flew back. Feng Ning was full of doubts and asked: "Son of God? What's wrong? Is there any

fetters here?"

"Fetters? You are the fetters! Don't you know that I ran here? You can't delay and waste time running back? You don't have any eyes!" Shi Yu glared at Feng Ning, but he was embarrassed to say that he actually didn't know anything.

Pah, pah, why are you speaking the same tone as the three brothers of Shihou again? This is inappropriate! Shi Yu slapped himself in the face with a light slap, and regretted it in his heart.

Feng Ning looked at Shi Yu and was slightly angry at first, then he was a little distracted, and then he slapped him in the face again. Although he didn't know why, he felt a little uneasy, thinking that the strange behavior of the Son of God was not going to be possessed by the devil again?

Feng Ning couldn't help but take a few steps back, and prepared to flee.

Shi Yu knew what he was afraid of as soon as he saw his appearance, and immediately pretended to be weak and said: "It's okay, I just had a big battle and I'm a little tired. Come on, carry me back."

Feng Ning was stunned at first, and then quickly turned around and half-knelt to carry Shi Yu on his back, thinking: "It seems that the Son of God has something against me and intends to make things difficult for me. Did I do something wrong just now?" Although he thought about it, his feet were not vague, and he returned in a flash on the short road.

Sliding down Feng Ning's back, Shi Yu looked him up and down, thinking to himself that it would be convenient to find a flying mount in the future.

Feng Ning felt guilty and flustered again when he saw this, and kept looking at himself, wondering what was wrong.

Li Hu was lying on the ground, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, and his clothes had been changed and clean.

With a dry cough, Shi Yu pretended to be calm and stood beside Li Hu. He hit him with a stick and didn't know whether he was dead or alive. As a scholar who had never seen any blood, he still felt very sorry.

Shi Yu sniffed and listened to his chest for a while, doing the barefoot doctor's tricks in the countryside. The four spiritual disciples who were watching around looked at him in confusion.

When a cultivator inspects a wound, he can scan with his mind and see with his spiritual eyes. Each method has its own merits, but isn't this skin-to-skin contact, looking, smelling, asking and palpating, the same as ordinary people? But since Shi Yu was doing it, no one dared to question it. Strength is justice, status is authority, and these are irrefutable truths in the world of cultivators.

Shi Yu stood up and looked at the pairs of shining eyes around him. He felt that they were like sharp swords piercing his heart. Being imagined to be omnipotent and having high hopes is also an unspeakable burden.

"Ahem", Shi Yu coughed twice again and said to everyone: "It's okay. Let me go back and think carefully and think of a safe way to wake up Mr. Li." After saying that, he didn't look at everyone's face and just walked towards the three brothers.

Shi Yu now wanted to ask them for advice. Although these three people might not understand, there was at least a glimmer of hope, right?

It was just as Shi Yu expected. The three brothers were pure martial arts practitioners and knew nothing about the magic practice. Moreover, Li Hu's injury was not on the skin, but obviously on the soul. How could they know how to rescue him? Shi Yu fully felt his helplessness and incompetence. He had a good teacher, but he had learned nothing. He had read countless books, but he knew nothing.

Gradually, Shi Yu fell into a state of confusion and helplessness.

What else can be expected of a teenager who has embarked on a path that he is extremely reluctant to take and cannot walk on? Seeing Shi Yu speechless, the three brothers exchanged glances and walked out of the tent, sitting outside to quietly practice Qigong to heal their wounds.