Chapter 674
Chapter 674
Chapter 674
Tianwang Qunfeng, Xianshi.
Because of the chaos just now, most of the melon-eating people who heard the story told by the bookman at that time had dispersed.
Therefore, at the position where the white-faced scholar suddenly revived, most of the onlookers did not see him explode and die.
Everyone felt a little baffled by the astonishment of the astonished red-robed female cultivator.
——You said that you didn’t bark during the Fairyland War just now, but you only whimpered after the fight, is there something wrong?
But fortunately, apart from the red-robed female nun, there were a few monks who watched the excitement and were not afraid of death. They saw the white-faced monk suddenly come to life not far away, and immediately surrounded them.
In the crowd, noisy voices came to my ears one after another.
"What is she surprised about? What happened?" Some people who ate melons later didn't know why.
"Could it be that you have been stupid in practice and only reacted now?" Some monks frowned
"No, fellow daoists, you don't know anything!" In the crowd, a young monk who had just rushed over was trembling, pointed at the white-faced monk, and shouted: "He... he was clearly pointed out to death by the Lord of Darkness just now. what!"
His voice was loud, and he did not hide his horror and astonishment, his eyes were wide open, and his whole body trembled like chaff.
As soon as the voice fell, the whole crowd exploded!
"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Some people find it hard to believe that resurrection from the dead is an extremely strange thing in the practice world.
"I'm afraid it's not because your eyes are delusional?" Someone rubbed the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice.
"It seems... is it really him?" Another person hurried over, it was the monk who had just listened to the story of the white-faced monk, swallowed and took a breath.
Then, more and more people came after hearing the news and witnessed this extremely strange scene with their own eyes.
But under the crowd watching, the white-faced monk didn't care about everyone's reaction at all!
His face was pale, dripping with cold sweat, trembling all over, and his eyes were protruding!
He remembers!
He clearly still remembered the previous scene!
The terrible pain and fear that my body, flesh and blood, bones, viscera, and even my soul were crushed inch by inch under the terrifying endless immortal power that was like a moat!
But when he reacted again, he found that he was completely intact!
No matter who you put this matter on, it is impossible to accept it lightly!
And just when everyone was wondering, suddenly, an uproar came from the direction of Zhenbao Pavilion!
People turned their heads subconsciously, but they couldn't see anything from a long distance.
But the only thing that is certain is that there must be a lot of existence there, and the noise is shaking the sky!
From time to time, someone came from there with dull eyes, and was immediately surrounded by many monks, asking questions.
The guy who came from the direction of Zhenbao Pavilion looked horrified, and under the questioning of everyone, he just opened his mouth tremblingly,
"Alive...all alive...the dead...all alive..."
At the same time, Treasure Pavilion.
If there are still some people on the white-faced monk's side who don't believe the facts that happened in front of them, then what happened at the gate of the Zhenbao Pavilion is unquestionable.
——Before, the three first-rank elders used their magical powers to rebuild the gate of the Treasure Pavilion, and then the new Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion waved his hand to heal all the seriously injured elders and deacons of the Treasure Pavilion.
Everyone is not only lamenting the rest of the life after the catastrophe, but also mourning and dying colleagues and fellow Taoists.
The atmosphere of the scene was quite gloomy for a time.
—but until this moment, everything seemed normal.
After all, whether it is the three first-rank elders rebuilding the gate, or the treasure pavilion that exists in the fairyland trusts the pavilion master to heal everyone's injuries in an instant, it is nothing out of the ordinary.
But even weirder things happened later.
——When the white light flashed from nowhere, people suddenly noticed that the glaring blood suddenly disappeared in front of the towering gate of the Treasure Pavilion.
Instead, figures appeared in place out of thin air.
They were wearing the standard robes of Zhenbao Pavilion, and they stood there in a daze, with a puzzled look on their faces, and there was even a hint of fear and fear that could not be concealed in their eyes.
And when everyone took a closer look, they were shocked to discover that the elders and deacons of the Treasure Pavilion who suddenly appeared were actually the people who had just been destroyed by the Lord of Darkness together with the gate of the Treasure Pavilion!
Resurrected!
Not just that hapless white-faced friar!
Together with the people in the Treasure Pavilion who died in the riot, they also came back to life after that strange flash of white light!
"Damn it! Pindao saw them being crushed by the Lord of Darkness with his own eyes before, and their souls were scattered!" The old monk with rickets rubbed his eyes, and his tone was unbelievable!
"That's right! That scene was horrific and extremely cruel. I can't be mistaken!" The mighty middle-aged monk shook his head slowly.
"But...they came back to life!" Someone swallowed, stared at the group of people who had resurrected from the dead, and murmured.
"..."
All in all, all kinds of voices echoed in the fairy city outside the gate of Zhenbao Pavilion, full of disbelief and consternation.
Of course, not only them.
Together with the three first-rank elders and many deacons in Zhenbao Pavilion, they also looked shocked.
——It’s like the survivor’s hope that the dead relatives will come back to life, but if the coffin board really moves one night, ten people will be scared to death.
No one can understand.
Even, including those who came back from the dead, they don't know what happened at all!
"cough!"
Seeing that the situation gradually became uncontrollable, Qi Yue turned cold, coughed lightly, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, the evil pavilion suffered such a catastrophe today, and the pavilion is tentatively closed for three days. Please forgive me."
His voice was not loud, but it carried a tinge of terrifying coercion from the Remnant Immortal Realm, which made the hearts of the monks around tremble!
Change color one after another!
Naturally, these people couldn't be the kind of youngsters who had just entered the rivers and lakes to come to Tianwang Peak, but they could understand the meaning of Qi Yue's words just by hearing it.
——Zhenbao Pavilion, this is an order to evict guests!
So, although everyone was reluctant, they had to disperse and retreat.
And it is foreseeable that from their mouths, these weird news will spread throughout the entire Heavenly Kings Peak within a short time!
And although they don't know what happened, in fact, many people saw the strange white light coming from the new Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion, and then everyone came back from the dead!
It is self-evident whose handwriting it is.
After the melon-eaters left, there were only a lot of elders and deacons left in front of the gate of the Treasure Pavilion, staring at each other, equally puzzled.
The three first-rank elders took a careful look at the expressionless Jiang Nan before making arrangements.
An hour later, Zhenbao Pavilion, the top of the pavilion.
On the warm floor like jade, Jiang Nan sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.
From time to time, the figure of Chen Ruishu woke up in a hurry, bowed in salute, cupped his hands and said, "Pavilion Master."
Jiang Nan opened his eyes and gestured for him to speak.
Only then did Chen Ruishu nod his head slightly, and said respectfully: "Report to Pavilion Master, the old man and Hua Xiangsheng Qi Yue have just confirmed that those who came back from the dead, whether it is the body, the soul or the memory, are really me. The elders and deacons of Zhenbao Pavilion are not illusions of demons and ghosts."
Jiang Nan nodded, he had already confirmed this point.
——They are indeed the ones who died.
"That is to say, during the attack of the Lord of Darkness this time, apart from some negligible property being damaged in the pavilion..."
When he said this, Chen Ruishu couldn't help but gasped, and said bravely, "There have been no casualties in this pavilion!"
—Although it sounds outrageous, it is the truth.
Chen Ruishu looked at Jiangnan's reaction, and continued: "Then, we asked those colleagues who had come back from the dead—according to them, at that time, the Holy Lord of Darkness came in such a way that they didn't even have a chance to speak. Then unfold endless immortal power, suppressing the heavens and the earth."
"They said that at that time they really felt the shadow of death, they said... said..."
Jiang Nan looked up, motioning for him to continue.
Chen Ruishu bit the bullet, and blurted out: "They said, I really should have died!"
"Huh..." Jiangnan Chang breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hands, "I see, you go down first."
"Yes!" Chen Ruishu saluted again, turned around and left.
Finally, when he reached the door, he turned around, hesitated for a while, and finally asked: "Your Excellency, this miraculous power...is it your handwriting?"
Jiang Nan sighed and shook his head, "It's not me."
Only then did Chen Ruishu startle, and he bowed and retreated.
Only Jiangnan was left, sitting cross-legged on the top of the vast pavilion.
Earlier, he hadn't lied.The resurrection of those who died was indeed not done by him.
But...
He raised his hand slowly, and an ugly, dull scepter that looked like a firestick fell into his hand.
——It's thanks to this thing.
At that time, Jiangnan was only using his supernatural powers to recover the injuries of the surviving monks and elders of the Zhenbao Pavilion.
At the same time, I feel a little sad and lament those innocent people who have been murdered.
But at this moment, this thing seemed to wake up suddenly, flew up directly, broke through the Hutian space, and landed in Jiangnan's hands.
At that moment, like a button fell in the hand, Jiangnan subconsciously injected Daoxing.
Then, the light fell, and that strange miracle was born.
——Including many monks and elders of the Treasure Pavilion, all the people who died in the riot caused by the invasion of the Dark Lord have all been resurrected!
And it was at this time that Jiangnan understood the true power of this fire.
——Increase.
It has no power in itself, but it seems to be able to magnify and amplify Jiangnan's magical powers.
When he used the "stick" to restore everyone's injuries, the fire stick swallowed up the power, and then released it in a more magnificent and terrifying way!
The strange thing is that this is not just an enhancement of supernatural power, but a change in the way it operates!
As one of the 72 earth magic spells, the magical power of "Jingzhang" has two functions. First, when Jiangnan receives damage, it can be sent to the void to avoid disasters; second, after others are injured, it can remove the pain. Restoration complete.
But no matter which one it is, it is impossible to restore a pile of meat dregs to the level of a safe and gingerless person.
However, after the increase of this fire stick.
That outrageous thing was done.
The supernatural power of "Jing stick" actually removed the damage suffered by those people who were clearly out of their wits and brought them back to life completely!
This kind of thing, not to mention the many elders and deacons in Zhenbao Pavilion, even Jiangnan himself feels scalp numb.
"Well, Jiangnan, do you want to try other supernatural powers?" Suddenly, Dongxian's voice sounded.
Jiang Nan nodded, took out the fire stick, poured it into Dao Xing, and displayed his supernatural powers of swordsmanship.
In an instant, the three-foot sword light gushed out like a flame, piercing the void.
Jiang Nan didn't even frown, put away the fire stick, and once again used his supernatural powers of swordsmanship, the three-foot sword light reappeared, almost without any difference.
Then, he tried other supernatural powers—breathing flames, acting divinely, mastering the five thunders, turning beans into soldiers, and even mediating good fortune...
But the strange thing is that under the same power of Taoism, when these supernatural powers are cast with a fire stick, there is no change in power or strength from the supernatural powers he usually performs with his own hands.
Only "post stick"!
Only this supernatural power obtained together with the fire stick can be amplified and changed by this strange fire stick.
"Since that's the case, then don't worry too much. Hmm...Actually, Dongxian thinks this is a good thing?" Dongxian pondered for a moment, then softly comforted her.
Jiang Nan let out a long sigh and only smiled wryly.
Is this a good thing?
This is of course a good thing.
After all, at least those who died in vain in Zhenbao Pavilion have come back to life, and Jiangnan has also kept the agreement with the owner of Tianxiang Pavilion. How can this not be considered a good thing?
But the crux of the problem is that he didn't do these things by himself, but relied on that weird fire stick!
What made him even more troubled was that the fire stick was left behind by Mao Mao who worked so hard to keep it - for this reason, he even did not hesitate to let the owner of the Tianxiang Pavilion sit for a long time!
So what is he up to?
Could it be that he just anticipated today's disaster, so he left behind the fire stick and the magical power of "post stick" to resurrect those innocent people who died in vain in Zhenbao Pavilion?
What about bullshit?
Let’s not say that Diao Mao could not have such a compassionate and compassionate heart, even if he really, if he really just wanted to save them, then everything would be fine if the Lord of Tianxiang Pavilion slapped the Lord of Darkness to death many years ago ?
Where does it need to go around such a big circle?
So he left this stick, leaving behind the supernatural powers, there must be some other purpose.
"Its power is to amplify and change the power and operation method of the supernatural power of the 'Shooting Staff'..."
Jiang Nan caressed the bony shell of the fire stick, and felt a heavy and cold feeling when his fingers touched the part, thoughtfully.
"It allows the supernatural power, which can only restore injuries, to have the power to remove all the damage received by the dead..."
Jiang Nan muttered to himself, always feeling that he was about to seize some clues to guess the purpose of the hairy man.
But always close.
Just like in front of the truth, there is always a layer of vague fog.
Can't see through.
(End of this chapter)
Tianwang Qunfeng, Xianshi.
Because of the chaos just now, most of the melon-eating people who heard the story told by the bookman at that time had dispersed.
Therefore, at the position where the white-faced scholar suddenly revived, most of the onlookers did not see him explode and die.
Everyone felt a little baffled by the astonishment of the astonished red-robed female cultivator.
——You said that you didn’t bark during the Fairyland War just now, but you only whimpered after the fight, is there something wrong?
But fortunately, apart from the red-robed female nun, there were a few monks who watched the excitement and were not afraid of death. They saw the white-faced monk suddenly come to life not far away, and immediately surrounded them.
In the crowd, noisy voices came to my ears one after another.
"What is she surprised about? What happened?" Some people who ate melons later didn't know why.
"Could it be that you have been stupid in practice and only reacted now?" Some monks frowned
"No, fellow daoists, you don't know anything!" In the crowd, a young monk who had just rushed over was trembling, pointed at the white-faced monk, and shouted: "He... he was clearly pointed out to death by the Lord of Darkness just now. what!"
His voice was loud, and he did not hide his horror and astonishment, his eyes were wide open, and his whole body trembled like chaff.
As soon as the voice fell, the whole crowd exploded!
"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Some people find it hard to believe that resurrection from the dead is an extremely strange thing in the practice world.
"I'm afraid it's not because your eyes are delusional?" Someone rubbed the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice.
"It seems... is it really him?" Another person hurried over, it was the monk who had just listened to the story of the white-faced monk, swallowed and took a breath.
Then, more and more people came after hearing the news and witnessed this extremely strange scene with their own eyes.
But under the crowd watching, the white-faced monk didn't care about everyone's reaction at all!
His face was pale, dripping with cold sweat, trembling all over, and his eyes were protruding!
He remembers!
He clearly still remembered the previous scene!
The terrible pain and fear that my body, flesh and blood, bones, viscera, and even my soul were crushed inch by inch under the terrifying endless immortal power that was like a moat!
But when he reacted again, he found that he was completely intact!
No matter who you put this matter on, it is impossible to accept it lightly!
And just when everyone was wondering, suddenly, an uproar came from the direction of Zhenbao Pavilion!
People turned their heads subconsciously, but they couldn't see anything from a long distance.
But the only thing that is certain is that there must be a lot of existence there, and the noise is shaking the sky!
From time to time, someone came from there with dull eyes, and was immediately surrounded by many monks, asking questions.
The guy who came from the direction of Zhenbao Pavilion looked horrified, and under the questioning of everyone, he just opened his mouth tremblingly,
"Alive...all alive...the dead...all alive..."
At the same time, Treasure Pavilion.
If there are still some people on the white-faced monk's side who don't believe the facts that happened in front of them, then what happened at the gate of the Zhenbao Pavilion is unquestionable.
——Before, the three first-rank elders used their magical powers to rebuild the gate of the Treasure Pavilion, and then the new Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion waved his hand to heal all the seriously injured elders and deacons of the Treasure Pavilion.
Everyone is not only lamenting the rest of the life after the catastrophe, but also mourning and dying colleagues and fellow Taoists.
The atmosphere of the scene was quite gloomy for a time.
—but until this moment, everything seemed normal.
After all, whether it is the three first-rank elders rebuilding the gate, or the treasure pavilion that exists in the fairyland trusts the pavilion master to heal everyone's injuries in an instant, it is nothing out of the ordinary.
But even weirder things happened later.
——When the white light flashed from nowhere, people suddenly noticed that the glaring blood suddenly disappeared in front of the towering gate of the Treasure Pavilion.
Instead, figures appeared in place out of thin air.
They were wearing the standard robes of Zhenbao Pavilion, and they stood there in a daze, with a puzzled look on their faces, and there was even a hint of fear and fear that could not be concealed in their eyes.
And when everyone took a closer look, they were shocked to discover that the elders and deacons of the Treasure Pavilion who suddenly appeared were actually the people who had just been destroyed by the Lord of Darkness together with the gate of the Treasure Pavilion!
Resurrected!
Not just that hapless white-faced friar!
Together with the people in the Treasure Pavilion who died in the riot, they also came back to life after that strange flash of white light!
"Damn it! Pindao saw them being crushed by the Lord of Darkness with his own eyes before, and their souls were scattered!" The old monk with rickets rubbed his eyes, and his tone was unbelievable!
"That's right! That scene was horrific and extremely cruel. I can't be mistaken!" The mighty middle-aged monk shook his head slowly.
"But...they came back to life!" Someone swallowed, stared at the group of people who had resurrected from the dead, and murmured.
"..."
All in all, all kinds of voices echoed in the fairy city outside the gate of Zhenbao Pavilion, full of disbelief and consternation.
Of course, not only them.
Together with the three first-rank elders and many deacons in Zhenbao Pavilion, they also looked shocked.
——It’s like the survivor’s hope that the dead relatives will come back to life, but if the coffin board really moves one night, ten people will be scared to death.
No one can understand.
Even, including those who came back from the dead, they don't know what happened at all!
"cough!"
Seeing that the situation gradually became uncontrollable, Qi Yue turned cold, coughed lightly, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, the evil pavilion suffered such a catastrophe today, and the pavilion is tentatively closed for three days. Please forgive me."
His voice was not loud, but it carried a tinge of terrifying coercion from the Remnant Immortal Realm, which made the hearts of the monks around tremble!
Change color one after another!
Naturally, these people couldn't be the kind of youngsters who had just entered the rivers and lakes to come to Tianwang Peak, but they could understand the meaning of Qi Yue's words just by hearing it.
——Zhenbao Pavilion, this is an order to evict guests!
So, although everyone was reluctant, they had to disperse and retreat.
And it is foreseeable that from their mouths, these weird news will spread throughout the entire Heavenly Kings Peak within a short time!
And although they don't know what happened, in fact, many people saw the strange white light coming from the new Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion, and then everyone came back from the dead!
It is self-evident whose handwriting it is.
After the melon-eaters left, there were only a lot of elders and deacons left in front of the gate of the Treasure Pavilion, staring at each other, equally puzzled.
The three first-rank elders took a careful look at the expressionless Jiang Nan before making arrangements.
An hour later, Zhenbao Pavilion, the top of the pavilion.
On the warm floor like jade, Jiang Nan sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.
From time to time, the figure of Chen Ruishu woke up in a hurry, bowed in salute, cupped his hands and said, "Pavilion Master."
Jiang Nan opened his eyes and gestured for him to speak.
Only then did Chen Ruishu nod his head slightly, and said respectfully: "Report to Pavilion Master, the old man and Hua Xiangsheng Qi Yue have just confirmed that those who came back from the dead, whether it is the body, the soul or the memory, are really me. The elders and deacons of Zhenbao Pavilion are not illusions of demons and ghosts."
Jiang Nan nodded, he had already confirmed this point.
——They are indeed the ones who died.
"That is to say, during the attack of the Lord of Darkness this time, apart from some negligible property being damaged in the pavilion..."
When he said this, Chen Ruishu couldn't help but gasped, and said bravely, "There have been no casualties in this pavilion!"
—Although it sounds outrageous, it is the truth.
Chen Ruishu looked at Jiangnan's reaction, and continued: "Then, we asked those colleagues who had come back from the dead—according to them, at that time, the Holy Lord of Darkness came in such a way that they didn't even have a chance to speak. Then unfold endless immortal power, suppressing the heavens and the earth."
"They said that at that time they really felt the shadow of death, they said... said..."
Jiang Nan looked up, motioning for him to continue.
Chen Ruishu bit the bullet, and blurted out: "They said, I really should have died!"
"Huh..." Jiangnan Chang breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hands, "I see, you go down first."
"Yes!" Chen Ruishu saluted again, turned around and left.
Finally, when he reached the door, he turned around, hesitated for a while, and finally asked: "Your Excellency, this miraculous power...is it your handwriting?"
Jiang Nan sighed and shook his head, "It's not me."
Only then did Chen Ruishu startle, and he bowed and retreated.
Only Jiangnan was left, sitting cross-legged on the top of the vast pavilion.
Earlier, he hadn't lied.The resurrection of those who died was indeed not done by him.
But...
He raised his hand slowly, and an ugly, dull scepter that looked like a firestick fell into his hand.
——It's thanks to this thing.
At that time, Jiangnan was only using his supernatural powers to recover the injuries of the surviving monks and elders of the Zhenbao Pavilion.
At the same time, I feel a little sad and lament those innocent people who have been murdered.
But at this moment, this thing seemed to wake up suddenly, flew up directly, broke through the Hutian space, and landed in Jiangnan's hands.
At that moment, like a button fell in the hand, Jiangnan subconsciously injected Daoxing.
Then, the light fell, and that strange miracle was born.
——Including many monks and elders of the Treasure Pavilion, all the people who died in the riot caused by the invasion of the Dark Lord have all been resurrected!
And it was at this time that Jiangnan understood the true power of this fire.
——Increase.
It has no power in itself, but it seems to be able to magnify and amplify Jiangnan's magical powers.
When he used the "stick" to restore everyone's injuries, the fire stick swallowed up the power, and then released it in a more magnificent and terrifying way!
The strange thing is that this is not just an enhancement of supernatural power, but a change in the way it operates!
As one of the 72 earth magic spells, the magical power of "Jingzhang" has two functions. First, when Jiangnan receives damage, it can be sent to the void to avoid disasters; second, after others are injured, it can remove the pain. Restoration complete.
But no matter which one it is, it is impossible to restore a pile of meat dregs to the level of a safe and gingerless person.
However, after the increase of this fire stick.
That outrageous thing was done.
The supernatural power of "Jing stick" actually removed the damage suffered by those people who were clearly out of their wits and brought them back to life completely!
This kind of thing, not to mention the many elders and deacons in Zhenbao Pavilion, even Jiangnan himself feels scalp numb.
"Well, Jiangnan, do you want to try other supernatural powers?" Suddenly, Dongxian's voice sounded.
Jiang Nan nodded, took out the fire stick, poured it into Dao Xing, and displayed his supernatural powers of swordsmanship.
In an instant, the three-foot sword light gushed out like a flame, piercing the void.
Jiang Nan didn't even frown, put away the fire stick, and once again used his supernatural powers of swordsmanship, the three-foot sword light reappeared, almost without any difference.
Then, he tried other supernatural powers—breathing flames, acting divinely, mastering the five thunders, turning beans into soldiers, and even mediating good fortune...
But the strange thing is that under the same power of Taoism, when these supernatural powers are cast with a fire stick, there is no change in power or strength from the supernatural powers he usually performs with his own hands.
Only "post stick"!
Only this supernatural power obtained together with the fire stick can be amplified and changed by this strange fire stick.
"Since that's the case, then don't worry too much. Hmm...Actually, Dongxian thinks this is a good thing?" Dongxian pondered for a moment, then softly comforted her.
Jiang Nan let out a long sigh and only smiled wryly.
Is this a good thing?
This is of course a good thing.
After all, at least those who died in vain in Zhenbao Pavilion have come back to life, and Jiangnan has also kept the agreement with the owner of Tianxiang Pavilion. How can this not be considered a good thing?
But the crux of the problem is that he didn't do these things by himself, but relied on that weird fire stick!
What made him even more troubled was that the fire stick was left behind by Mao Mao who worked so hard to keep it - for this reason, he even did not hesitate to let the owner of the Tianxiang Pavilion sit for a long time!
So what is he up to?
Could it be that he just anticipated today's disaster, so he left behind the fire stick and the magical power of "post stick" to resurrect those innocent people who died in vain in Zhenbao Pavilion?
What about bullshit?
Let’s not say that Diao Mao could not have such a compassionate and compassionate heart, even if he really, if he really just wanted to save them, then everything would be fine if the Lord of Tianxiang Pavilion slapped the Lord of Darkness to death many years ago ?
Where does it need to go around such a big circle?
So he left this stick, leaving behind the supernatural powers, there must be some other purpose.
"Its power is to amplify and change the power and operation method of the supernatural power of the 'Shooting Staff'..."
Jiang Nan caressed the bony shell of the fire stick, and felt a heavy and cold feeling when his fingers touched the part, thoughtfully.
"It allows the supernatural power, which can only restore injuries, to have the power to remove all the damage received by the dead..."
Jiang Nan muttered to himself, always feeling that he was about to seize some clues to guess the purpose of the hairy man.
But always close.
Just like in front of the truth, there is always a layer of vague fog.
Can't see through.
(End of this chapter)