My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

"Quick... golden Buddha..."

Zhong Wushuang murmured in his sleep.

Qin Hao sat aside, a little speechless. The girl had been sleeping for several hours, muttering about the golden Buddha.

He is almost dead, but he is still thinking about the Golden Buddha. It is estimated that after his guidance, they still had trouble robbing the Golden Buddha last time.

Zhong Wushuang faintly woke up after sleeping for more than ten hours. Before her consciousness returned, Qin Hao fed her some water and fell asleep again.

During this period, Qin Hao even took the time to return to the earth world once, brought a set of tents over and moved her in.

That night, Zhong Wushuang's high fever finally subsided. Qin Hao looked at her wound. There was no more pus, and the redness and swelling seemed to have subsided a lot.

After all, he had martial arts skills and his physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people. If an ordinary person suffered such a serious injury, he would have died long ago. Even if he did not die, he would not be able to recover within ten hours.

As the sky grew brighter, Zhong Wushuang opened his eyes. Although he was still extremely weak, at least his life was saved.

She looked around and found that she was lying in a small room similar to a military tent, covered with a man's clothes, and her upper body was only covered with bandages, and there was no trace of the rest.

Zhong Wushuang's cheeks suddenly turned red. She thought of the figure she saw before she fell into coma. He must have been the one who healed her. Then wouldn't her entire body be seen by this man...

Thinking of this, Zhong Wushuang became even more shy and didn't know how to face Qin Hao.

Although the children of Jianghu were informal, it was still hard for her to accept that her innocence, which she had guarded for more than twenty years, was exposed like this.

Just when she was struggling, Qin Hao's voice sounded outside the tent.

"Wake up? If you wake up, can I come in?"

Qin Hao had already heard the changes in Zhong Wushuang's breathing and guessed that she had woken up.

There was no sound in the tent. Qin Hao opened the zipper of the tent with a bowl of brown sugar millet porridge, only to find that Zhong Wushuang still had his eyes closed.

But with just one look, Qin Hao guessed that she was pretending to sleep. The beating eyelashes were the best proof.

As someone who has been there, Qin Hao naturally knows why Zhong Wushuang pretends to be asleep. It's just a shy girl.

"Miss Zhong, I know you're awake. I hope you can understand. The situation was urgent and I had to heal you immediately. I had no choice but to do this. But don't worry, I'm just healing you. Nothing else. Do."

Zhong Wushuang still had his eyes closed, but the blush on his face was a little heavier.

Qin Hao had no choice but to say again:

"You have just started to recover from your wound. You can't move around. Otherwise, I would have sent you back to Songfengmen. Besides, it's definitely not possible without eating. If you are sure that you can eat by yourself, then I will put this bowl of porridge here. You Eat it yourself first."

After saying that, Qin Hao put down the porridge and left the tent.

Zhong Wushuang slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Qin Hao had indeed gone out.

Looking at the bowl of millet porridge standing aside, Zhong Wushuang was a little moved. In this wilderness, making such a bowl of millet porridge was not an easy task. It was obvious that Qin Hao had put a lot of thought into it.

In fact, how did she know that this bowl of millet porridge was just brought by Qin Hao from the earth world. He ordered a takeaway, a 48 yuan morning tea set, and this bowl of millet porridge was just a part of it.

Zhong Wushuang wanted to sit up and drink porridge by herself, but her wound did not allow her to do so. After struggling for a long time, she still couldn't get up. Qin Hao outside the tent heard the movement inside clearly. He shook his head helplessly. asked:

"Miss Zhong, why don't you let me feed you? If you recover sooner, we can leave for Songfengmen earlier."

In the tent, Zhong Wushuang reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​sitting up by himself. After struggling for a long time, he finally compromised and whispered:

"You've got a job, sir."

After saying that, she pulled off the clothes covering her body and retracted her two jade-white arms, leaving only her head outside.

Qin Hao got into the tent and did not look at Zhong Wushuang. Instead, he lowered his head, picked up the millet porridge, took a spoonful of it and put it to Zhong Wushuang's mouth.

After being in a coma for such a long time, Zhong Wushuang was indeed hungry. In addition, the millet porridge cooked in the modern world is naturally much better in taste than in Cangming Continent where food is extremely scarce. Therefore, Zhong Wushuang ate one bite after another. I ate this big bowl of millet porridge quickly.

"Miss Zhong, please have a good rest. I'm right outside. If you need anything, just call me."

Zhong Wushuang nodded gratefully. At such a time, Qin Hao not only did not take advantage of others, but also took good care of her. This moved Zhong Wushuang, who had been sent to the mountain gate to practice martial arts since he was a child. The last time he was treated like this Taking care of her was when she was beside her mother before entering the Songfeng Gate.

Looking at her expression, Qin Hao knew what this girl was thinking. He smiled and said:

"Miss Zhong, you don't have to be too grateful to me. The reason why I saved you is also because of my own selfishness, so you can treat this as a transaction."

After saying that, Qin Hao got out of the tent, leaving Zhong Wushuang there not knowing what was going on. However, after listening to Qin Hao's words, Zhong Wushuang's expression became obviously colder.

She was still grateful, and because of the conditions, she also weighed this gratitude in her heart.

In the next two days, Zhong Wushuang lay in the tent to recover from her injuries. Qin Hao brought her a lot of delicious food from the earth every day to supplement her nutrition. With the help of modern medicine, Zhong Wushuang quickly resumed her movements. Much better.

After a few days of rest, Zhong Wushuang almost recovered from his injuries thanks to his strong physique as a martial artist.

If this kind of severe injury is near death, if it is placed on an ordinary person, it may not be completely healed in a few days, let alone a few months. This is the benefit of practicing martial arts, and it is also the most attractive point.

After recovering from their injuries, the two of them walked together and rushed to Songfengmen together.

The dozens of miles of mountain road were nothing to the two of them. After walking for a few hours, they arrived at the gate of Songfengmen Mountain.

But the Songfengmen in front of them made the two people's expressions change drastically.

Most of the formerly majestic mountain gate collapsed. There were blood stains and scattered weapons everywhere on the stone steps under the mountain gate.

Zhong Wushuang's face was pale and full of disbelief.

"No...no way...there are countless masters in the sect, how could this be possible?"

After saying that, she jumped up, flew up the stone steps, and ran towards the sect. Qin Hao hurriedly followed.

The two of them had not walked a few steps when they saw a body lying beside the stone steps.

Zhong Wushuang hurriedly walked over and exclaimed:

"Senior Brother Cheng... How is that possible? Senior Brother Cheng is a fifth-level master, and Songfeng's swordsmanship is extremely high..."

Qin Hao stood aside silently, frowning.

Zhong Wushuang's eyes were full of despair, and he rushed inside as if he was distracted.

When she arrived at the square behind the stone steps, Zhong Wushuang's legs suddenly became weak and she almost fell. However, Qin Hao's quick eyes and quick hands helped her.

But when he saw the scene in the square clearly, he couldn't help but feel a little numb.

There were corpses everywhere in the square. From a cursory glance, there were at least hundreds of them.

That's all. In the center of the square, there are several corpses tied to the stone pillars of the square. There is no skin on the corpses. In other words, they have been stripped of their human skins directly.

Zhong Wushuang burst into tears instantly. She rushed into the square like crazy, shouting at the top of her lungs.

"Master, senior brother, senior sister, where are you? Where are you?"

But no matter how she called, the entire Songfengmen remained silent, and no one responded to her.

Zhong Wushuang crossed the square and entered the central hall of Songfengmen. Her body felt like it was struck by lightning, and she froze in place. Then she knelt down heavily on her knees and cried in grief:

"Master..."

Qin Hao stood at the door of the hall and looked up. The hall was already in a mess. It was obvious that a fierce fight had taken place here.

Among the ruins, there stood a figure holding a sword. He was tall and majestic, with his eyes looking straight ahead, full of majesty.

But he was silent, and his face was covered with corpse spots. It was obvious that he had died a long time ago, but his strong will or resentment kept him alive.