Stop In The Deep Sea

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Wang Xin smiled bitterly, not knowing how to speak.

The main reason is that he promised Yu Xi to help him find the immortal ancient cultivation master in his memory, but now he has become like this before the matter is settled.

Wang Xin has a bit of a pleaser personality in his heart. He must do what he promises others. Even if he is injured, he is still thinking of other people.

"Sister, I..."

Yuxi was wearing a tight-fitting ancient dress today. She no longer looked aloof, but as close as the big sister next door.

She came over, put her hand on Wang Xin's shoulder, and said calmly and comfortingly: "Hey~ It's okay. Don't take it too seriously. Look at Yang Guo, he is also one-armed, isn't he still a celebrity... "

Seeing Wang Xin's speechless expression, Yu Xi quickly closed her mouth and held her chin: "Okay, I admit that I'm not very good at comforting people."

She gently stroked the gauze bandaged around her broken arm, her eyes filled with distress.

"It's okay. Since it has happened, I can only accept it. I will force myself to get used to it." Wang Xin took a deep breath and forced a smile.

Yu Xi turned her face away: "It would be great if I could find the Ancient Locust Tree of Life in my time. Let alone a broken arm, as long as there is still breath, it can be restored to its original state."

Wang Xin frowned.

Of course he had heard of the Ancient Locust Tree of Life. When he was making a short video on land, he once made a related description of this sacred tree.

According to legend, the ancient pagoda tree of life has strong vitality and can even make flesh from bones.

But now that ancient martial arts are in decline, many mental techniques and secret books are incomplete. Where can we find such a mysterious sacred tree?

At this moment, Wang Xin noticed something strange in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The Earth Demon in mid-air kept rotating around Jitu, but its speed was much slower than before.

"Sister, do you feel that it is a little sluggish?" Wang Xin pointed at the circumpolar map and said.

Yu Xi looked up, pondered for a while and then responded: "No, I feel nothing has changed."

"Uh, okay..."

...

The next morning, the sun shone into the living room, and Wang Xin fell into sleep again.

"Ding……"

When the phone rang, Wang Xin woke up from his sleep and looked around. There was no one in the living room, except for the black cat lying in its arms, stretching lazily.

He endured the pain and took out his cell phone. The caller turned out to be Dr. Nie!

This name made him instantly sleepless.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xin pressed the connect button.

"Hey~ Wang Xin, I'm Nie Huaijun. Just now Xiaoyue asked me for leave and said I would take care of you at home. What's wrong with you?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded weak.

Wang Xin responded respectfully: "Uncle Nie, I was slightly injured yesterday. It's nothing serious."

"The situation is turbulent now. You must take care of yourself when you go out. Although you are young, you cannot be careless. Otherwise, at my age, all kinds of diseases will come to you."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Xin was instantly plunged into a painful decision.

Dr. Nie's approachable tone, his concern that was better than that of a relative, could never be associated with the murderous King of Hell.

But are those clues discovered before just a coincidence?

what to do? Should we trust Dr. Nie?

After thinking for a while, Wang Xin decided to stand still.

As long as Dr. Nie doesn't do anything extraordinary, he will never mention his speculation to Nie Yang.

Let it rot in your stomach...

"I know Uncle Nie. I went to visit you at the Second Research Institute some time ago, but you were not there. Are you working on any new scientific research projects recently?"

After hearing Wang Xin's words, the other end of the phone fell into a brief silence. After a while, Nie Huaijun slowly spoke, his tone still very weak.

"I'm not working on any projects. I was sick and was hospitalized for a while. Thanks to Xiao Dai and Xiao Chen at the scientific research institute, many projects would not have been able to advance otherwise."

"Sick? What's wrong with you, Uncle Nie? Is it serious?"

Wang Xin wanted to go and visit, but he held back the words that came to his lips.

In his current state, it is really not suitable for him to visit.

"It's not a big deal... Don't tell Nie Yang. That kid's temper will definitely be anxious. At this time, he is in an important stage of practicing ancient martial arts. I don't want him to be distracted by me." When he said this, Dr. Nie was obviously hesitant, as if he was hiding some truth.

Although Wang Xin was confused, he could only agree.

After a few more brief conversations, Nie Huaijun hurriedly hung up the phone on the grounds that his body still needed to recuperate.

Wang Xin leaned on the sofa and gently stroked the black cat's little paws.

For some reason, the "living dead" with no life force in his body that he encountered in the pharmaceutical factory suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Squeak~"

The door opened, and Dai Xingyue and Chen Naiyi came back, carrying a lot of things in their hands.

"Hey~Wang Xin, you're awake."

Chen Naiyi took off her slippers and put down her things.

"Well, wake up, you two are..."

Dai Xingyue walked into the kitchen and said: "We went out to buy some ingredients and Chinese herbal medicine, which will help your body recover."

Wang Xin was inexplicably moved in his heart.

We have been together for such a long time, and there is no need to say too many words of thanks.

After finishing the meal, Chen Naiyi left in a hurry. The project of the scientific research institute now only fell on her, and she was very busy.

In the next few days, Dai Xingyue has been responsible for Wang Xin's daily life.

Under her meticulous care, Wang Xin quickly regained his mobility.

During this period, Lao Scar got a call. The content was probably that his identity had changed. Since Cheng Ye was killed by Wang Xin, all matters related to the Mimicry Alliance had been handed over to Xu Meng.

Lao Scar naturally became Xu Meng's follower.

From his description, we know that Xu Meng is very different. He seems to be very resistant to the Palace of Hell, and rarely participates in things that endanger the people in the alliance.

She basically did not participate in this night operation, taking the initiative to take a back seat and doing behind-the-scenes work to maintain the team's operations.

Wang Xin knew that Lao Scar would not lie to him, but he didn't say much. After all, Xu Meng was one of the twelve lords, and should be in the same category as Quan Henan, Cheng Ye and others.

Now Wang Xin is really in no mood to care about the internal hierarchical relationship of the Mimicry Alliance because there is something wrong with his body.

Ever since the fight with Cheng Ye, the Earthly Evil Circumpolar Diagram in the sea of ​​consciousness began to become sluggish, and the black air mass in the center was not as lively as before.

More importantly, he felt that his cultivation was regressing a little bit.

"Is it related to my broken arm?"

However, he did not tell anyone about this matter. The war with the Mimic Alliance was imminent, and this news would reduce his own morale.