Celestial Masters Alliance

The underwater whirlpool has dispersed, but the turbulent water flow has not yet calmed down. It is chaotic and the visible range is no more than one meter. Sharman Yu's package allowed me to breathe normally underwater, but Mu and the others didn't have Sharman Yu's protection, so I started to feel restless.

"Wood..." My voice formed countless bubbles through the shark's feathers and rose to the lake, unable to convey any effect. I could only explore blindly without any sense of direction.

Soon, I felt strength on the soles of my feet. I had reached the bottom of the lake? But the water under the bridge is deeper than ever... Could it be that the underwater whirlpool took me away from the bridge?

Suddenly, I tripped. I quickly bent down and groped for the Dingshen pestle in the mud at the bottom of the lake. Since it's here, the wood should be nearby too. I pulled the Dingshen Pestle into the shark feather, put it into my backpack, and tentatively searched the bottom of the lake with my feet. Sure enough, the golden shawl piercing the turbid light appeared not far away. I jumped forward and swam there. It was wood.

He lay quietly at the bottom of the lake, his hair swaying with the water waves, his eyes closed tightly, and he didn't breathe. wood! I ran towards him in a panic, and my anxiety aroused more confusion.

I tore off the shark's feather and threw the shark's feather over the wooden body. I held the wooden shoulder and shook it twice. I found that he had no response, so I had to pull the shark's feather up to the surface. Without the protection of the shark's feather, the calming pestle in the backpack made me fall. The gentian on my finger once again glowed blue, pulling my hand and floating upward.

After surfacing, Gentian continued to hold my hand and move in one direction until the soles of his feet touched the soft mud again. I pulled the log ashore, tore off the shark feathers, untied the gold shawl entangled with the log, placed the neck of the log on my knees, and started performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Spit water, wood! He didn't react at all. I opened his mouth, put my fingers in and pressed his tongue to look for any debris blocking the respiratory tract. There was nothing. There was nothing. Why was there no reaction? I pinched Mu Mu's nose and breathed out of his mouth, but there was no reaction, still no reaction.

No, wood! I didn't dare to explore his carotid artery, so I just kept repeating cardiopulmonary resuscitation and artificial respiration. wood! wood! Wake up! Brother, I used my own head to get you back. I am not trying to get your body back. I want you to live well...

The sewage on my hair crossed my cheeks and flowed into my mouth. It was bitter and salty. Why didn't I realize that this was a saltwater lake before? It was really not pure at all. It must have been mixed with seawater. Otherwise, where did this bitter taste come from?

At this time, someone called my name. I didn’t care who it was, and kept repeating the action of rescuing the wood. Later, my arms became hot, and a large fire ignited next to me. Then the sound of the engine brought strong wind, which blew away the thick smoke. In the fog, someone pulled me away from the wood and slapped me hard. Then I saw clearly that the person who slapped me was Ma Tiantong, the person who lit the fire was Mao Yingnan, and the gale was Zhao Jinglan's rescue plane. .

I clutched Mu Mu's hand tightly. Everything was in a trance and regretful. It was all because of me. Mu Mu asked me to take him home in the cave, but I was so overjoyed that I just wanted to outdo Duan Ling and the others. Lock him up and make up for missing the best opportunity to rescue Uncle Qiming due to hesitation in the orphanage. I am too selfish! It’s too overestimating!

I don’t know how I was sent to the hospital. Mu Mu was pushed into the emergency room and I was forced to let go of his hand. A group of people tried to pull me away from the door of the emergency room. I struggled wildly and had physical contact with them. Conflict, they really had no choice but to let me collapse at the door with the red light on. I felt like I was trapped in an ice cellar, and all the light became dim as the wood left. I repeated over and over again: "Alive..." ...You have to live..."

The light in the emergency room turned from red to green. I threw myself at the person coming out of the door and held on tightly, as if he was my life-saving straw. I vaguely heard from his mouth: brain death, and my world instantly became blacked out. The city was dark, and I fell heavily into that darkness.

In the chaos, Mumu persuaded me to go home over and over again, but I was lost in the solar system and could not find him...

When the light tore through the phantom, what appeared in front of me was Mao Yingnan. She was holding a cold, moist cotton swab to apply on my chapped lips. Seeing me open my eyes, her tired and haggard face relaxed, and she tried her best to squeeze out a comforting smile.

"Wood..." I uttered two almost unrecognizable syllables from my dry, hard throat. And Mao Yingnan is indeed the most outstanding disciple of Mao Tianshi, and he understood my expression immediately.

"As long as you live, you will definitely be able to find a way to save him!" Mao Yingnan showed an encouraging smile, but I couldn't believe what she said. Mu Mu said that I have the magic power to attract bad women. Is it possible that Mao Yingnan is a Renlitian sect? Another spy coming to my side. When I think of Shan Yu, my temples hurt along with my eyelids. When I closed my eyes, I saw only a red light.

"Hey! You look like a mummy now." Ma Tiantong's voice broke into my thoughts. I opened my eyes and the criminal face appeared in my sight.

"Well... you guys chat, I'll go out first." Mao Yingnan coughed lightly, exited the ward sensibly, and closed the door.

Ma Tiantong turned and looked at the door, waiting for Mao Yingnan to go away.

Almost my whole body was covered with bandages and it was so stiff that it was difficult to move my fingers. However, Ma Tiantong looked like a dog in the very elegant hand-embroidered Chinese clothing I wore when I first met him. His hair was neat and energetic. Glowing, no signs of injury.

Looking at the ward we are in, this retro and dilapidated scene seems familiar. Could it be...

"This is a hospital controlled by the Miao family." Ma Tiantong turned around and said to me. As he spoke, he pushed me, who was covered in scars, to make a place for myself to sit on the bed and continued: "We have been waiting for you. In three days, I must take Zhang Lingxi out of here immediately. His injury is not serious, but the rescue time is taking a bit long, so I have to find a better place for him to recuperate."

"Well..." I felt a little relieved when I heard that Zhang Lingxi was still alive. I had many questions that I needed Ma Tiantong to answer, but he couldn't answer every question, so I could only listen to his nonsense.

"Alas..." Ma Tiantong gently patted the back of my immobile hand at my side and sighed with meaning, "Your suturing skills are good, so Zhang Lingxi has not re-sutured it since then." Others may not understand the meaning of the words, but I know it in my heart. Ma Tiantong and Zhang Lingxi already know the whereabouts of the genuine Wuxuan Bell, so they must leave as soon as possible. There are many people and things happening here, and it is difficult to control them.

"Well..." I winked at him and responded again.

"You..." He suddenly came over and whispered in my ear, "Transfer to the hospital as soon as possible." As he said this, he inserted a cold piece of thin film from my collar into the bandage wrapped around my chest. After he sat up straight and smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, the window outside the door suddenly became cloudy. Ma Tiantong deliberately raised his voice and said, "Take care!" The shadow on the window dissipated.

Ma Tiantong frowned and looked at the door, stood up and said softly: "Sometimes, the enemy can also be used by me, as long as I know how to use it."

I understand that he is talking about Mao Yingnan. After all, the Miao family is by no means an enemy to me. "Hmm..." I responded.

Ma Tiantong turned his attention to me again, pulled the quilt for me, then turned around and left lightly.

This guy didn't mention the whereabouts of Xiang. I'm very curious about how that big guy will show up in our world after leaving his forbidden area.