Chapter 773
Even though they were far away, Sang Yue still recognized the motionless shadow as Senior Brother Zhan at a glance. It's a pity that his face is facing outward instead of inward, so you can't see his expression. But she knew he was dead and Ling Yuan was summoned out of the Forest of Silence.
That is the characteristic after the death of a direct disciple of the sect. The life cards of the disciples who can be accepted as direct disciples are in the hands of their respective masters.
When the life card is shattered, the master who is the first to notice his death will immediately recall his spiritual energy to prevent it from falling into the hands of the enemy and being used for sacrifice or completely dissipating.
"Brother!"
Mo Yunfei and others were shocked. Senior Sister Miao pulled the disciple who was about to rush out back behind her and rushed out to see what was going on. This time it must have nothing to do with the pharmacist. She is treating seriously injured patients, so how can she have time to do anything?
When she saw that Senior Brother Zhan's Ling Yuan had been summoned away, Senior Sister Miao stared angrily into the depths of the forest.
The thick fog that exuded a fishy smell before was the work of monsters. The thick fog that now spreads in all directions is colorless and odorless and is obviously a natural phenomenon. Everyone present knew this well, after all, they had spent some time in the forest.
Natural phenomena do not mean safety. The surroundings that were full of dangers just now suddenly fell silent, making everyone's hearts tremble.
Mo Yunfei was so frightened that he ran out and pulled the reckless senior sister into the barrier. He had lost enough people and could not afford any more accidents. The fat old man asked the pharmacist to escort the wounded out of the forest, and maybe they could get involved.
When we came in, there were a few senior brothers who took the lead. After entering the forest, everyone dispersed.
Among them, Senior Brother Zhan, who had the highest level of cultivation, was already dead. The remaining Senior Sister Miao could not have another accident, otherwise her entire team would be annihilated.
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The atmosphere was a little tense, and Sang Yue became more and more focused, accelerating the penetration of the medicine and making it work as quickly as possible.
She can live in the Forest of Silence for a long time. In addition to the orders of the Demon King, she also needs to rely on her own strength to repel monsters that have not yet opened their intelligence. They surrender to the strong, and when the strong leaves, this place becomes their territory again.
If she wanted peace, she had to conquer them again and again.
However, the Forest of Nirvana is too vast, and she has lived here for decades and still has not fully understood how many unknown monsters there are, and she has to be on guard against them.
It was quiet and quiet all around.
In the thick fog, the surrounding trees were shadowy, and a tall figure was looming, gradually approaching. As I got closer, I realized that this person was wearing a dark cloak with a wide hood, and the inner coat was also black.
Except for his skin, his whole body was dark.
Under the wide hood, his smooth chin was slightly exposed, and his hands naturally hung by his sides and swayed slightly with his steps. The black cloak reached to the ground, and the fallen leaves on the ground made a gentle rustling sound as the slow footsteps swept across the ground.
The clothes are dark and wide, the figure is tall, the hands are slender and the joints are clear, and there are a few strands of black hair hanging down in front of him.
This kind of clothing style cannot distinguish between genders in the spiritual world. This is how Sang Yue dresses when she goes out for an outing. In the eyes of low-level monks and mortals, she is indistinguishable from male to female, but she cannot be fooled by the eyes of high-level monks who understand the essence of all things.
She didn't dare to identify herself as a senior cultivator, but her intuition told her that this person was a male cultivator.
As soon as he stepped into the barrier, people could smell a strong smell of blood, which made Sang Yue frown slightly. Looking at his left hand, he saw several strands of bright red blood winding down and falling to the ground drop by drop.
Walked all the way, dripped all the way.
He seemed to be unaware of the dripping from the outside into the barrier. He walked unhurriedly to the log pier where she had sorted the medicinal plants and sat down, saying:
"Pharmacist, I'm injured."
Pharmacist: "..." So he knows. Sure enough, it was a man, with a deep voice, which sounded pretty good.
"Wait," a strange feeling lingered in her heart, making Sang Yue look at him carefully and asked very abruptly, "Your Majesty, you look strange, are you from outside?"
She had never cared about the patient's origin, and this was the first time.
"Can the answer to this question be used as medicine?" the male cultivator in black asked warmly.
"No." Sang Yue's curiosity flew away instantly, she restrained her suspicion and gossip, and focused on treating the injured. When I saw the patient's eyelids moving slightly, I immediately said, "Exercise exercises to heal the injury, don't move around."
It's really tiring to revive a dying person, especially to help him regain his strength quickly.
Otherwise, even if he was thrown out of the Forest of Desolation, he might not be able to come back alive to deal with the fat old man for her. The value of Tian Yuan Stone is far more precious than her elixirs. This person must be cured to be alive and kicking in order to live up to his trust.
With the patient's self-healing ability, his internal injuries are being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Before it was his turn, the male cultivator in black closed his eyes and rested his mind very consciously, not in any hurry. The blood on his left hand was still dripping, and as a monk, he had no intention of dealing with it.
Maybe it's not an ordinary wound, it's more difficult.
If he could handle it himself, who would come to the pharmacist to waste spiritual stones? Of course, this doesn't matter to outsiders. The disciples of the sect who were frightened by the deathly silence in the forest and stood together saw this scene. They looked at each other and felt a little ashamed.
You thought some evil big shot was here, but this is what happened?
Apart from the smell of blood, there is no terrifying smell such as pressure at all. The sense of crisis was lifted, and Senior Sister Miao felt that she was okay again. She put away her sword and came to the male cultivator in black, saluted and asked:
"I'm sorry to bother senior. I wonder if senior will find out which monster killed my senior brother when he comes?"
Her fellow sect brother died in front of her, so forget it if she couldn't avenge her. If she didn't even know who the murderer was, how could she have the face to return to the sect to meet the head, master and other elders?
"Your senior brother?" The male cultivator, whose facial features were almost completely hidden under his hood, seemed to open his eyes and glanced at the body that was also dragged into the barrier, "He?"
Seeing her nodding violently with tears in her eyes, the male cultivator wrote lightly:
"I killed it."
ah? ! Miao Jiang, who was about to cry, suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at him in astonishment and disbelief like the other disciples, and then asked in a hateful voice:
"Why?"
"He almost hit me and blocked my way." The male cultivator in black said warmly, "Little girl, don't be impulsive, I don't want to dirty this place full of medicinal fragrance."
"You..." Miao Jiang, who almost summoned the sword, was filled with resentment, but a group of disciples tightly hugged his waist and hands, unable to move. He could only argue verbally, "Who are you?! You are so contemptuous of human life and you are not afraid of it." Retribution?”
"Retribution?" As if he heard something funny, the male cultivator in black chuckled, closed his eyes again to rest, and did not bother to answer.
His contemptuous attitude made Miao Jiang even more angry, and he shouted at his fellow disciple who hugged him:
"Let go! A fellow disciple was killed, and the murderer is right in front of you. Aren't you angry at all?! Mo Yunfei, let me go!"
Can't let go, dare not let go; angry, very angry.
But I can’t beat it! Senior Brother Zhan was killed in one encounter. He had the highest level of cultivation and didn't even have the slightest strength to resist. If you let a group of minions like you go to avenge him, isn't that just asking for your own destruction by striking an egg against a stone?
"Senior sister, calm down, there must be a misunderstanding here!" Seeing that senior sister was about to break away, Mo Yunfei almost burst into tears.
"Let go!"
There was a lot of excitement there, but Sang Yue stopped the medication and asked the patient to move his limbs and trunk to see if he was cured.
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