The Lord who use immortals as food

What is... Sorry, this is the only one left?

It's like I'm here to have a meal.

This weird thought flashed through Xing Zhi's mind, but was quickly squeezed out of her mind by sudden relief and surging joy.

"He...is dead?"

Several people in the forest looked at her, and their relaxed expressions said everything.

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Fenghuai City.

Starting from the sky, everything is returning to normal.

The rain of ambergris stopped, the clouds dispersed, the sun melted away the frost in the sky, and the clear autumn sky reappeared above Fenghuai City.

Apart from the initial attack by the Immortal Lord to create the "spy", it was the rain and frost that caused the greatest damage.

The frost started from the city tower, first surrounded the entire city along the city wall, and then pushed inwards, finally covering about one-fifth of the city.

It spread neither quickly nor slowly. In addition to those who had difficulty moving and those who failed to react quickly and were killed by the frost, more victims were forced out of their houses and had to endure the erosion of the rain of ambergris saliva.

There are not a few people injured by the frost ghost, but under the protection of Xing Zhi Shanglang and the people in the state, this number is still under control.

As for the casualties and losses caused by various other chain reactions, it is impossible to estimate at this time. Only after the first round of renovations in the city can we have a rough number.

Fortunately, now that the sun is shining, more people have walked out of their houses, and the whole city no longer looks so scary and dead.

The city was the first to hear the mournful cries. The people who had lost their loved ones were crying loudly, and more people were asking each other in shock. Gradually, the whole city even became a little noisy.

From a cruel perspective, the damage caused by this disaster to Fenghuai is actually relatively easy to repair, because the frost spreads from house to house, which means that the victims are often family units.

——For each deceased person, the few people who are most qualified to grieve for him have become silent souls along with him.

Therefore, the sadness that permeates the city will soon be diluted, and with the autumn harvest around the corner, life in the small town will soon get back on track. Also, since there are not many broken families, there is naturally less "drag", which is also a good thing for finances.

But this is all a thing for another day. At this time, the county government is still in a messy and busy state. Everyone is anxious. The courtyard is filled with chaotic voices and footsteps. Even in the cool autumn air, everyone's necks feel nervous. All covered with a layer of greasy sweat.

But even if a thousand things are grouped together, there must be one most important thing among them, and that is human life.

All the rooms in the county government office have been occupied, and a whole row of residential buildings behind them have been requisitioned. However, there are still many people who are not seriously injured and can only be placed in the hospital first.

Xing Zhi is the busiest one.

She is not a medical doctor by profession, but she is already the person with the most profound medical knowledge here. In addition to healing the wounded, she is also a consultant on all extraordinary questions about the Immortal Lord's remnants - no matter whether it is something a warlock can answer, as long as people think it looks like a warlock can answer it.

But amidst such busy work without touching the ground, Xing Zhi's demeanor was not solemn and irritable. Her eyes were red, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and half a smile broke out from the corner of her mouth from time to time.

Because as soon as she entered the county government yard, she saw a white body with a familiar face, staring at her in confusion.

——Chang Zhiyuan was really unable to move Zhu Gaoyang back into the house, so he covered his lower body with a small quilt, then moved a horse to sit next to him.

Zhu Gaoyang's body now looks the healthiest among all people. His problem mainly lies in his mental state.

Although the Immortal Lord is dead, the influence exerted by [Quail Head] will not disappear immediately. Although it is weaker, it still requires the seniors from Tianlou who have the mind expertise in the Immortal Stage or Longjun Dongting who specializes in "The Method of Raising Jiaos in the Heart Pool" Take action to recover.

However, this kind of problem, which is considered serious in normal times, is no longer trivial under the miracle of "resurrection". Xing Zhi burst into tears at that time, rushed forward and hugged him, and then Zhu Gaoyang looked at him blankly. Looking at her, he murmured: "You... piece of shit..."

Of course she wouldn't compete with a fool.

After confirming Zhu Gaoyang's safety, Xing Zhi treated the powerful old man whose name was unknown first.

Because his life is also the most critical.

In fact, Xing Zhi felt that this was no longer "rescue", but just "comfort".

Because the most important thing is that this body can no longer produce true energy.

Why Jianghu people have more tenacious vitality than others and why they can recover from serious injuries repeatedly? Isn't it because of this "second blood" in their bodies?

However, based on the current injuries of this body, even if it could generate its own Qi, the probability of survival is very small, not to mention that it still relies entirely on Ming Qitian's Qi to maintain it.

Xing Zhi almost racked his brains and stood in front of the collapse without saying a word for a long time.

The young man sat aside and looked at the old man with a pale face, as if he knew that there were not many opportunities to pay attention like this. He twisted his fingers together, and unlike the common pleas and cries, he remained silent, as if he had been prepared.

"This way." Xing Zhi finally came up with an idea to give it a try, "I will construct a spell in the body of my senior, which can be used for simple maintenance. If I can hold on until the Shenjing Immortal Stage arrives, maybe... they will There are ways."

Pei Ye raised his head, his eyes full of hope: "Okay... please hurry up."

After meeting this gaze, Xing Zhi lowered his head and began to arrange the needles. For a moment, the joy of wishing his senior brother to survive disappeared a lot.

It was difficult for her to tell him that the chance of this technique lasting two or three hours was very slim, and even if it did... the person coming from the Immortal Platform was a strong supporter, not a master of medicine.

The old man on the bed grinned slightly and said nothing.

Xing Zhi knew that he must understand... such a master. This old man felt like a piece of dead iron to her. Although it was completely decayed, when her eyes fell on that face, she could still smell a heavy sharpness.

He's really sharp.

Xing Zhi flicked up the sharp needles one after another. The silver and jade colors floated in the air. The needles were wrapped with wisps of spiritual energy as thin as threads.

"Silver Jade Weaving Life" was passed down from the Taishan Medicine House and is also collected by the Immortal Terrace. It is a medical method that a black-sanded warlock can learn. Unfortunately, she did not have much time and only learned a basic level.

Using spiritual energy as a thread to weave a complex technique in the meridians of the body to ensure that the blood energy does not dissipate, it is an extremely superb endogenous therapy.

The operation took more than two quarters of an hour, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on Xing Zhi's forehead.

This technique was very mentally consuming, and what was constantly forcing her was the old man's life that was constantly passing away. She had to be fast and steady without making any mistakes.

Finally, the technique was barely completed. No spiritual energy was needed to sense the vitality. From the appearance, it could be seen that the old man's breathing became much more stable.

"It can last about two hours." Xing Zhi took a breath, lowered his head and put away the needles.