Looking at Chi Yu kneeling at his feet, Yan Huan said:
"We can let you go, Master, but one thing is, how do we know whether you will take revenge afterward?"
After hearing the meaning of Yan Huan's words, Chi Yu hurriedly kowtowed, his whole body convulsed, and assured Yan Huan:
"I will never retaliate against you." She promised repeatedly, tears filling her eyes, "I can swear to God, or if you have other means, as long as you can let Master go, I can do it."
Yan Huan shook his head, "We won't believe these vague words."
"You are at the third level of Qi training." Yan Huan asked.
Chi Yu nodded with his head stupefied, "Yes..."
But why would he ask this?
"If your spiritual roots are broken, we will believe in your sincerity, and we can let your master live a few more days."
How do you choose? Although your master can live a few more days, he can't save his life after all. For the sake of a dying person's life span, will you cut off your spiritual roots and destroy your path to immortality?
Yan Zening moved his fingers, but no one noticed it at the moment.
"Ah?" Chi Yu kept nodding, but her tears stayed behind unconsciously, and she choked with sobs: "Okay, no problem, it would be nice if I could let him go."
Yan Huan stretched out her hand and held Chi Yu's head, "Don't be conflicted."
Chi Yu snorted and burst into tears.
The road to immortality is difficult to reach, but it is very easy to destroy it.
Hundreds and thousands of days and nights of hard work were wiped out in a quarter of an hour.
When the spiritual root was destroyed, there was no pain as Chi Yu expected. To be more precise, it was not as painful as Chi Yu expected.
Something in the body was broken or torn. If I had to compare it with the type of pain, it was probably a broken hamstring or hand tendon.
Chi Yu felt that she could still bear it.
She bit the corner of her clothes, sweat dripping down both sides of her cheeks, and veins popped up in her hands. Her hands tightly grasped the gravel at her feet, and even if her hands were cut, she would not notice it.
At this time, Chi Yu didn't know that the pain caused by breaking his spiritual root was just the tip of the iceberg.
In this way, Chi Yu's spiritual roots were destroyed.
Yan Huan turned to look at Yan Zening, and suddenly swung his sword. After a burst of sword flashes, Yan Zening's face was covered with dense sword marks, large and small, and he was bleeding.
Yan Huan snorted: "You must pay back what you did to Qing Lian." Then she left with a group of people.
Chang Sanniang felt uneasy. Thinking of what Yan Zening said in the fantasy, fear arose in her heart.
But the shop owner had already spoken, so she suppressed the chill and left silently.
Zhou Longhu looked back at Chi Yu and left.
Chi Yu knelt on the ground with her head folded, like a tortured little animal. In the bright moonlight and the cold evening wind, she only felt infinitely sad and pitiful.
She crawled to Yan Zening's side, covered in blood, her own blood, Yan Zening's blood. Seeing Yan Zening's miserable condition, her whole body was trembling, her hands and feet were spasming, her pupils were dilated, and her expression was already a bit crazy.
Chi Yu grabbed his hair and scratched it until his head was bleeding and his bun was messy.
She also murmured: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, Master, I'll put it back for you."
"Ah..." Chi Yu held up the intestines, tears streaming down her face again. "Yes, just put it back and it'll be fine."
Yan Zening's intestines flowed out of her hands. She lowered her head to catch it, but she couldn't. She grabbed her neck with her hands, again and again, "Why can't you catch it? Why?"
Chi Yu finally lay on the ground, took the intestines into her arms, held them in her arms, and put them into Yan Zening's belly cautiously and almost nervously like she was holding a frail baby.
Intestines...intestines, put in.
what else?
By the way... there's also a stomach! And the stomach.
Ah...no one can be missing, yes, yes, no one can be missing.
There's also a piece of intestine over there.
Sorry...Master...I didn't see it.
Sorry, I will be careful next time.
no yet? Be careful, Chi Yu, you really have to be careful.
To check.
Really, gotta check it out.
This side, and that side, ah... great, you must put them all in.
And blood.
Hold it in... no... it's dirty... I can't take it anymore.
That's it, yes, it's over.
Chi Yu, check again.
Check once.
Check once.
Check once.
Fucking check again!
…
Put it away, put it away, put it away.
The sun is coming out.
"But..." Chi Yu slowly lay on Yan Zening's chest.
Why is there still no heartbeat?
What's the difference?
There are people on the street. Small vendors, people passing by, people buying things, and people surrounding her.
Noisy people.
"A life has been caused! Hurry, report it to the official."
"Who's dead, who's dead!"
"What is that woman doing?"
"The officials will be here soon!"
The officials are coming soon! These words woke Chi Yu up, and she came back to her senses from the frightened madness.
"Go away, go away." She tilted her feet and drove away the crowd. She hugged Yan Zening and took him away from the cheering crowd and walked into a shabby alley.
She walked aimlessly for a long time, and there was an abandoned temple deep in the alley.
The temple was covered with dust, with spider webs everywhere, and the Buddha statue was in tatters, leaning on the high hall.
Chi Yu put Yan Zening under the Buddha statue and suddenly thought of something.
After she settled Yan Zening, she immediately returned to the inn and took back her luggage.
Chi Yu opened the bag, and inside there was a ball of stuff wrapped in a layer of black cloth. She took off the layer of black cloth, and there was a spiritual stone inside, which glowed faintly.
This spiritual stone was obtained by Chi Yu from Yi Jian Sect.
For two years, she received three low-grade spiritual stones every month, and she received a total of seventy-two yuan, half of which was given to Liu Ji. Now she still has thirty-six yuan.
Yan Zening's abdomen was still open.
Chi Yu stared at the spirit stone in his hand. Will it be useful? She walked to Yan Zening's side and placed each piece into Yan Zening's belly. The belly sucked up the spiritual energy in the spirit stone, but Yan Zening did not move at all.
Chi Yu cried with joy, it was still useful...
His body can still absorb spiritual energy, which proves that Master still has a way to live. She covered her mouth for fear of crying again.
She continued to put it, and when it reached thirty yuan, there was no movement. At thirty-one yuan, there was still no movement. At thirty-two yuan, Yan Zening's intestines trembled for a while, and the messy internal organs gradually returned to their places.
Chi Yu put his trembling hand under Yan Zening's nose, and there was an undetectable breathing sound.
Very good.
But keeping the abdomen open all the time is not an option. If it continues like this, it will get infected, and then all the efforts will be wasted.
Chi Yu closed his eyes and thought of the suture technique of modern medicine.
She could sew up his belly. She had no experience at all, and the conditions here were completely unqualified, but there was no other way but to do this.
She went to the market and bought fire folding bags, candles, needlework, knives, wine and other items to prepare for Yan Zening's abdominal suture operation.
