Stop In The Deep Sea

Psychic Zone 2, inside the villa.

Wang Xin was lying on the sofa in the living room and fell into a coma.

The broken arm had been bandaged, the dark green herbal juice soaked into the gauze, and the pungent smell filled the entire living room.

Chen Naiyi stood aside, her nose felt a little sore when she saw Wang Xin's appearance at this time. She dug her nails deeply into her flesh, which prevented the tears from falling from her eyes.

"How come you were fine when you left, but when you came back it was like this..."

Aya Yuan didn't speak, sitting on the edge of the coffee table, looking out the window. Although there was no expression on her face, she could see the anger she was filled with at this time.

She had only recovered from the injuries caused by being attacked by mimics a while ago. She originally came to express her gratitude, but she didn't expect to encounter such a scene.

Dai Xingyue was half-kneeling next to the sofa, taking Wang Xin's pulse and diagnosing it, with a worried look on his face.

Most people of Miao descent know how to heal, and her grandmother was a witch doctor for a period of time before her death, so she also knows some medical skills.

After a while, Dai Xingyue stood up, adjusted his mood, and then turned to Zhao Minji and said, "Thank you for using the wall penetration technique to rescue Wang Xin, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

Zhao Minji waved his hand: "There is no need to say anything between us. Wang Xin is also my friend. How is he...?"

Dai Xingyue sighed, his eyes sparkling, and his voice became choked: "The meridians all over his body were damaged, and all the internal organs were injured by the spiritual energy. This is not the most serious..."

Having said this, she pointed at Wang Xin's broken arm.

Zhao Minji nodded. In fact, even without saying it, Xiaoyue could tell that Wang Xin was seriously injured.

"Is it possible to recover the arm?"

Dai Xingyue shook his head and covered his face with his hair, but there were tears on his cheeks.

If it is an ordinary broken arm, both modern medicine and ancient traditional Chinese medicine can restore it.

But Wang Xin was different. In order to kill Cheng Ye, he did not hesitate to blow his entire arm into pieces.

In this case, even if the gods come, there is no way to recover.

After hearing this, Ayatobi squatted down and buried her face deeply into her knees, painful memories kept coming back.

"What exactly did the war bring to people?"

She lived in a nuclear explosion zone and saw countless ancient warriors killed by the Mimic Alliance.

The peaceful life there was long gone, everyone was in panic and lived cautiously.

Chai Hao's iron fists made a "crunching" sound. Although he was a mimic, he also knew very well how much disability had an impact on Gu Wu's career.

"Damn it, just build a bomb and blow up the Mimicry Alliance headquarters and kill these grandsons, otherwise this will happen more and more in the future."

At this time, the door of the villa opened and it was Ge Yuanchun.

"You think too simply."

Ge Yuanchun was covered in dust from head to toe and had lost his former sophistication. His body was covered with dried brown blood and he looked very tired.

Seeing his appearance, Chen Naiyi asked with concern: "Uncle Ge, what are you--"

Ge Yuanchun did not answer, but interrupted her: "I'm fine, how is Wang Xin?"

None of them answered, and their eyes were very evasive.

He rushed to the sofa in three steps and two steps at a time. When he saw Wang Xin's condition, his eyebrows twitched suddenly.

"Butterroot grass, inchworm's foot, golden soup wood, Lian Yuzhi... Yes, these all contain ingredients that accelerate wound healing."

Ge Yuanchun knew that among these young people, only the Miao goddess Dai Xingyue had this knowledge reserve.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and concentrated, and started practicing Tai Chi internal energy.

The black and white yin and yang fish suddenly appeared in the mid-air behind him, and his aura was visible in his movements.

Immediately afterwards, Ge Yuanchun let out a light scold and quickly patted Wang Xin.

The seemingly fierce palm force is actually gentle and gentle, which is used to adjust the chaotic meridians in Wang Xin's body to their original state through the air.

A quarter of an hour later, he took out another bottle from his pocket and carefully poured it into Wang Xin's mouth.

After doing all this, Ge Yuanchun breathed a sigh of relief, and Wang Xin's face turned rosy visibly.

"Let him have a good sleep. The internal injuries are a minor problem and can be quickly repaired with the spirit plant liquid. It's just that this arm is a bit troublesome."

Chai Hao asked anxiously: "Brother can't continue to practice in the future?"

His idea is very simple. If Wang Xinruo is an ordinary person from beginning to end, there is no danger. After all, the Mimicry Alliance only attacks ancient warriors now.

But the key point is that Wang Xin has already become famous in the deep-sea base, and now he has killed Cheng Ye among the twelve owls, and he is probably at the top of the list.

Under such circumstances, if you cannot continue to practice, you will definitely be dead in the future.

"That's not the case." Ge Yuanchun sat down on the sofa nearby. "What I mean is whether he can pass the test in his heart."

After hearing this, several people immediately understood what Ge Yuanchun meant.

It is difficult to reach the sky in ancient martial arts, but all practitioners who have achieved success will be proud.

The same is true for Wang Xin.

Although he appears to have a relatively calm personality, his tenacity and stubbornness cannot be concealed.

In the history of the development of the ancient martial arts circle, there are many people who were seriously injured and fell into despair, or even fell into the devil's path.

Zhou Xun is the best example of this.

After his knee was broken, he could no longer practice Lu Ganmen's soul-chasing kicks, so he immediately devoted himself to the evil path and revised the "Hundred Herbs and Poison Scripture", turning himself into the ghostly appearance he now looks like.

After Wang Xin wakes up, can he really pretend that nothing happened and continue to practice with Taoism?

"I have a bad idea." Chai Hao rolled his eyes. Among the others, he was the one with the fastest thinking.

"Transplant elastic mithril to the elder brother, so that he may be able to transform into a mechanical arm. At least it will not affect his normal life."

Aya Yuan spoke from the corner: "Doing this is tantamount to adding salt to the wound."

What a joke, Wang Xin lost his left arm because of the elastic mithril. If he knew that he had become a mimic, what kind of mentality would he have to face it.

The dragon-slaying warrior finally becomes a dragon?

Chen Naiyi also expressed opposition: "The ancient martial arts focused on cultivating one's body and refining one's soul. Things like bullet silver will make us lazy and inert, and become a shackle on the road to becoming a immortal. It is best not to touch it unless it is absolutely necessary. "

In this regard, Ge Yuanchun was noncommittal. He just said softly, "Let him decide for himself when he wakes up." Then he began to explain the blood stains on his clothes.

"I went to the Evernight City Club in the past two days, which is the headquarters of the Mimicry Alliance."

Chai Hao was stunned: "What are you going to do there? Bomb their base camp?"

Ge Yuanchun was speechless for a while. He was stunned for a few seconds before he said, "I'm going to rescue someone."

Dai Xingyue was so smart. Thinking of the news of the past few days, he immediately guessed: "Are you going to rescue Liu Xipei, the president of the Base Management Association?"

Ge Yuanchun nodded.