Chapter 998 Merit

"Madam, you don't have any instructions, so I'll go find the clan leader first."

When Mrs. Qin saw Aunt Thirteen coming to the back, she knelt down on the ground and held the storage bag motionless. The breeze blew by, blowing up a few strands of Aunt Thirteen's white hair. Even though Aunt Thirteen didn't say anything, But Mrs. Qin could feel a sadness that was worse than the death of her heart.

Mrs. Qin almost ran away.

She glanced at the crowd of Fu family members who were repairing the battlefield, but did not see Uncle Thirteen.

Therefore.

When delivering a storage bag to Fu Zhihong, he could only ask for help:

"Clan leader, where is the master's father? The master told me that there is still a storage bag for his father."

Fu Zhihong took the storage bag but did not open it. He just thought that the fifth sister Hua Lan knew that the family was in trouble and wanted to contribute her own thoughts. The fifth sister Hua Lan had not yet formed a pill, and she did not hold a lucrative position in Lanyi Division, so Fu Zhihong did not Expecting too much, he reached over and took the other storage bag from Mrs. Qin's hand:

"Hua Lan's father followed Bai Lian and returned to Qinhuaili a few months ago."

"Guess"

"It should be that Bai Lian has found a way to make Hua Lan's father form an elixir. When good news comes, I will tell her and let her work well in Lanyi Division. With so many uncles, brothers and sisters in the clan, she will be able to To get through it.”

"Then... Patriarch Youlao." Mrs. Qin thought that Uncle Thirteen's storage bag also needed direct blood to open, so she hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the two in Fu Zhihong's hands with pity. She was a little regretful that she couldn't see the storage bag with her own eyes. Now that things have happened, she also thought about going back to seclusion to sprint for the golden elixir: "Then leader, I'll take my leave!"

Fu Zhihong waved his hand.

at this time.

The tribesmen came to report.

A fourth-order spiritual vein and two third-order spiritual veins that were originally transferred to the Colorful Pagoda have become useless in the battle just now. Only the original third-order spiritual vein in the Hongling Mountains and the spiritual spring well can still be used. It is useful, but there are so many monks in the whole clan, let alone cultivation, it is not enough even for healing. If the rotation is based on three hours, it will take three years before a batch is completed.

The Fu family was in trouble again.

Fu Zhihong is also one of the top two.

We can only rescue the wounded first, and the rest can only be discussed through meetings.

His eyes fell on the formation that Mr. Fu was guarding. Half an hour had passed, but Fu Shiyi still hadn't come out. At sunset, Fu Zhihong's ears perked up. He obviously heard the sound of a baby crying from the formation. When he came out, he saw that the formation was opened, and Fu Shiyi walked out of the formation holding the baby unskillfully.

Within the formation.

On the bed.

Empty.

There was no trace of San Bo's body.

"Eleven, how is your third uncle?"

Fu Zhihong stepped forward anxiously.

After listening to Fu Shiyi’s story, I felt happy and grateful:

"Thanks to you on the 11th, otherwise our Fu family would be really sorry for your third uncle."

Fu Zhihong's words came from the bottom of his heart. Even Mr. Fu on the side nodded slightly to Fu Shiyi, with a look of gratitude on his face. The rest of the tribe gathered around him, knowing that the third uncle's soul had a chance to be repaired, they all turned to Fu Shiyi. Looking at them with gratitude, Third Uncle sacrificed himself for the sake of his clan. If they couldn't even keep the chance of Third Uncle being reincarnated, they would certainly not be able to have peace in their dreams at midnight for the rest of their lives.

Fu Shiyi, who was holding the baby, shook his head. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly. The number in the merit book of the Buddha lotus seeds on her spiritual altar changed again, instantly rising from two hundred and sixty-eight to five hundred good deeds.