(God's perspective)
Yun Qishen woke up on the bed in Ying Tianqing's inner hall. He slowly sat up and began to be in a daze.
Du Wanchen also walked in from the palace at this time, carrying medicinal food.
"You're already awake."
Du Wanchen was a little surprised. According to his calculations, it would be a while before Yun Qishen woke up.
"..."
Yun Qishen had some reaction when he heard Du Wanchen's words. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Du Wanchen.
After Du Wanchen placed the medicinal meal on the square table, he walked towards Yun Qishen.
Yun Qishen's gaze also moved along with Du Wanchen.
"Now you are aware of the person... Maybe you will regain your sanity after a while of treatment... But after you regain your original sanity... will you become an enemy or a tool to be used? Alas..."
Du Wanchen touched Yun Qishen's face with his hand to check his injuries.
His most precious medicinal bath was indeed very effective, and the injuries on the mortal's face and hands were healed.
“If you remain as you are and don’t say a word, people will really misunderstand you as a woman.
I'm really curious about what kind of character you were before you lost your mind.
Your eyes are really beautiful. I believe that if you were not a kind-hearted person, you would never have such beautiful eyes. "
Du Wanchen touched the corners of Yun Qishen's eyes and withdrew his hand. He stood up and moved the square table to bring the medicinal food over to feed Yun Qishen.
"I heard from Mirror Slave Goddess that you have been locked up in the dungeon for three days. It's hard to imagine how you survived here for three days.
There is no way to survive in the upper realm here without taking the medicinal food refined from these sacred herbs.
Gods are nothing more than a group of special people who, after being in high places for a long time, think of themselves as gods. "
Du Wanchen didn't know why he talked so much to Yun Qishen. He thought he just wanted to talk about something he had suppressed for many years. Facing a sane person like Yun Qishen made him feel at ease.
If he had some words to say to the gods in the upper world, he might not be allowed to cross the world and become part of the medicinal diet in his hands within two days.
"Forehead……"
The medicinal soup remained from the corners of Yun Qishen's mouth, and Du Wanchen patiently wiped it clean with a handkerchief.
Yun Qishen was very quiet. He took the medicine without any excitement.
"Today's treatment ends here. Before the immortal soldiers come to pick you up, please rest here for a while."
Du Wanchen looked at Yun Qishen's dull look and shook his head slightly. He took away the bowl of medicinal food and left the inner hall.
Yun Qishen's eyes also followed Du Wanchen. He lowered his head again after watching Du Wanchen leave completely.
After a while, the little god with a red string wrapped around his neck ran towards Yun Qishen holding a sacred grass also wrapped with a red string.
"Hey! I don't know what your name is. But please help me cure it!"
The little god raised the red rope fairy grass to Yun Qishen's eyes with great expectation.
"Treat...well..."
Yun Qishen spoke slowly with a hoarse voice.
"Yes, cure it! Quick! Cure it!"
The little god blinked nervously. He had already thought about what he should do after he cured his friend.
Yun Qishen raised his hand and instinctively gathered his magic power to treat that sacred grass.
But just when the little god and Yun Qishen both thought they could be resurrected, there were heavy footsteps outside the palace.
Four or five immortal soldiers entered the inner hall with weapons and suppressed Yun Qishen.
Yun Qishen also stopped casting spells.
The little god was also kicked aside by the immortal soldiers. He did not cry out in pain but hurriedly held his sacred friend in his arms.
"I can save! Let me save!"
Yun Qishen went crazy again. He struggled under the suppression of the immortal soldiers, but he was still forcefully pulled away.
The little god held the sacred grass in frustration, "It's obviously still a little bit close to being resurrected, a little bit still..."
"Muxin, if you act like this, everyone will be in danger."
Du Wanchen watched Yun Qishen leave shouting and struggling, and then walked to the little god's side.
Muxin is the name of the little god, and the sacred grass in his hand is called Kida and is his friend.
"Master Wangchen, you also said that this mortal's healing technique will be very powerful. He is just a little bit close to being resurrected.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Please, Lord Wangchen, let me go to the dungeon..."
"Eyeshin! That's it! How can a lost life be resurrected so easily? No matter how powerful the healing skills of mortals here are, they can't resurrect the dead!
Healing is about healing the injured, not resurrecting the dead. Don’t you understand the mind yet? "
Du Wanchen was not angry, he wanted to have a serious talk with the little god.
"I don't understand! I don't understand! Even if I die and become the medicine for the gods, I still don't understand!
Why can’t the lost life be resurrected? Why did Master Wanchen choose Kida to make this sacrifice in the first place!
I don’t understand why Master Wanchen wants to stop me from rescuing Kida now!
Lord Wangchen is worse than those high gods! "
With tears in the little god's eyes, he held the piece of fairy grass and knocked Du Wanchen away and ran away.
Du Wangchen could only watch his eyes go away.
A touch of sadness flashed through his clear eyes at this time, "That's it...that's it..."
As for Yun Qishen, he was imprisoned in the dungeon again by the immortal soldiers.
Yun Qishen stretched his hands out through the bars of the cell. He kept waving his hands, "I can save him! Just a little bit! I can save him!"
Yun Qishen, who had been treated to the point where he could somewhat understand the reality, returned to his original state after being disturbed by his eyes.
It is difficult to distinguish between day and night in the upper realm, so the gods calculate time by relying on the disk in the God Emperor's hall.
It was late at night in the upper world, but everything outside was no different from the daytime.
Yun Qishen calmed down and lay down after being fussy for a while.
At this time, a certain "God Emperor" who had a busy day visited here again.
When Zuo Qi opened the door and saw Yun Qishen's clean clothes, he didn't feel anything unusual. He thought that other gods had changed Yun Qishen's clothes according to his instructions.
"It's so deep..."
Ji Qi helped Yun Qishen up, and when he was about to give him medicine, he suddenly realized that Yun Qishen had taken something from the upper world.
"Who on earth is it……"
Xieqi's eyes darkened slightly, and he guessed who would do such a thing.
Yun Qishen slowly opened his eyes at this time.
Green-gray hair fluttered in front of his eyes, and the figure with green-gray hair flashed in Yun Qishen's mind.
But the figure in Yun Qishen's mind pulled out a sword and stabbed him.
"Don't come here—don't come here—ah!"
Yun Qishen suddenly pushed Zuo Qi away frantically. After breaking free from Zuo Qi, he shrank into the corner of the cell in panic.
Xie Qi frowned, "It's so deep..."
"Don't come here! Get away! Get the hell out of here!"
Although Yun Qishen's voice was hoarse, he still cursed angrily.
Ji Qi did not approach Yun Qishen again.
Qi Qi had indeed thought about the current situation, but the reality was far more serious than he thought.
"Even if you lose your mind, you still hate me...so deeply..."
