Lin Du finally received a few needles. Apart from anything else, his heart, which had been aching because of her anger, felt better.
But after Du Shao applied the acupuncture, her eyebrows were filled with sadness.
Lin Du's heart condition was too bad.
The person involved didn't look like anything was wrong at all. The ancient city had been almost completely searched, and more and more people were coming. Lin Du saw that he could meet someone after just a few steps, so he simply walked away.
She seems to be born with bad luck and has no fate with Lingzhi.
Obviously there are only two roads on the left and right, so there must be no spiritual plants where she goes, but Du Shao can always harvest one or two plants in the direction she chooses.
Lin Du felt that this was the pure malice of Tiandao.
It seemed that she was destined not to be able to collect the spiritual plants that the system said could heal her on her own. At most, she could find some materials that could be used for refining weapons or carving formations, such as resin or antlers.
Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, the gate slowly opened, and the monks scattered in the small world stopped what they were doing at the same time.
Lin Du stared at the golden gate that appeared on the other side. Tens of millions of people had sacrificed their lives and spiritual power just for the gate to open.
With a door, people inside want to go out and people outside want to come in.
"Why are you dazed? Aren't you leaving?" Du Shao called her softly, "Is your heart feeling uncomfortable again?"
Lin Du reflexively moved away from Du Shao's outstretched hand, "No, I'm very healthy and don't need an injection."
She sacrificed her flying magic weapon and jumped on lightly, "Let's go."
Hundreds of figures are heading in the same direction with arcs of spiritual power. From a distance, they look like countless rising stars. The spiritual lights are different, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and hundreds of lights and shadows in this vast sky. Passing between heaven and earth, like intertwined colorful ribbons, they are dazzling and mysterious.
The elders of each sect have already left the tea room and are waiting for their children outside.
Behind Ju Yuan stood a female cultivator in white clothes. She was deserted, except for a red mole at the corner of her eye that gave her a hint of beauty.
Lin Du looked at Xia Wu from a distance and thought of Wu Xi, whose face was disfigured by her punch. Originally, she shouldn't have come today, so why did she come again? What kind of bad fate?
"Senior Brother Ju Yuan." Lin Du fell in front of Ju Yuan, but looked past him and looked at Xia Wu, "Why is Tian Wu here?"
Ju Yuan coughed lightly, "Why else? When you were fighting with the willow demon, you broke out the Yang Soul Technique, which was a lot of overdraft, right? I told your fifth senior brother that the ordinary Yang-tonifying elixir has no medicinal properties on you. It’s too strong, so I specially refined a warming elixir and asked Tianwu to send it to me.”
"It only takes a few hours to go back, why bother her to deliver it in person."
Lin Du's peripheral vision searched for Wu Xi, a person in the crowd, and realized that he had punched him too hard. The man's face was still swollen, and half of it looked particularly funny.
It would be a good time to come here in the summer.
"I'm not worried about you. Come here and I'll take your pulse." Xia Tian Wu reached out and held Lin Du's wrist, taking the pulse with great skill. His fingertips felt like they were touching cold ice, and he frowned for a moment.
"Uncle Junior, you..."
"Still alive."
An ordinary person's body would probably be warmer and warmer than Lin Du's current body after seven days of death.
You want to say that Lin Du has a bad life, but she can still walk freely and live well even though she has very little yang energy left. You want to say that Lin Du has a good life, but she has overdrawn almost all the yang energy in her body with just one Yang Soul Technique. Just look at the body In such a situation, no ghost would suspect that she was a stranger if she entered the underworld directly.
Lin Du looked innocently at the second nephew in front of him. This child really couldn't speak like his master.
"I'm alive, don't be afraid."
Xia Tian rarely had facial expressions, but at this moment, except for the slight frown between his brows and the worry in his eyes, his expression was as cold as Lin Du's body temperature.
She took out a jade bottle and said, "Uncle, please take two pills first and see."
Lin Du looked at the Yang-Building Pill, which was larger than ordinary pills, suspiciously, "Are you trying to embarrass me?"
"In order to warm and replenish the medicine, I added some extra ingredients to dilute it and delay the release of the medicine. Don't be afraid, little uncle. The elixir was not made by me, but by my master."
"Ouch." Lin Du swallowed it hard, and the coldness flowing in his bones slowly dissipated.
The other three people also came out one after another. Their condition was obviously much better than Lin Du. Each of them was forced to take an ordinary Yang-Building Pill, and a little white mist slowly appeared on their heads.
Lin Du thought for a moment that he was dazzled, "Although it's winter, it's too hot for you to be steaming."
The three kettles looked at the young uncle innocently, "We don't want to either."
After taking the Yang-Building Pill, the yang energy in the body was boiling, and the whole body became hot. Then it started to emit hot steam from the top of the head like a kettle being boiled.
Several big words came to Lin Du's mind: I've thought about it.
The expression on Xia Tian's calm face remained unchanged. Only the trembling of her eyelashes showed her guilt, "I'm sorry, your Yang-Building Pill was made by me. It may be a bit too hot and concentrated, so the medicine is a bit stronger."
Ju Yuan and Lin Du simultaneously raised their hands and pressed their temples, while covering their eyes.
Three small kettles held the mist on their heads. It was daytime, and the three lines of white mist became more and more obvious under the sun.
Yan Qing felt a little embarrassed and tried to block it with his hand. He found that his outstretched hand was also steaming, so he had no choice but to give up.
Lin Du did not forget about business, "Senior brother Ju Yuan, I have something I want to talk to you about."
Ju Yuan put down his hand and glanced at the elders over there, "The disciples' harvest is about to be inspected. Are you in a hurry?"
Lin Du thought for a moment and said, "It's not particularly urgent."
"Then we'll talk later."
"Because things have already happened, and if you want to save the time and effort, you don't need more than this hour."
Ju Yuan: ...It doesn’t sound like a trivial matter.
"Let's talk first. After all, they don't dare to judge if I'm not present."
Lin Du pointed to his ear and said, "Senior Brother, please trouble me to set up a barrier so that at least everyone present can't hear it."
Ju Yuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to set up a barrier, "Don't worry."
"The willow demon ate a total of one hundred and ninety-seven people. The year I examined the bones, the earliest one died about six hundred years ago. And there were sacrifices and Yin gathering formations in the ancient city, a total of two hundred and one hundred and ninety-seven. Among the corpses of seventeen high-level monks, one hundred and ninety-seven have no remaining souls."
Lin Duyan explained the matter briefly and concisely, "So, I suspect that among the people who have entered this secret realm, there are about 197 people who are no longer the Zhongzhou disciples who originally entered."
Ju Yuan's face slowly became serious, "Junior sister, you know that your guess is a bit bold and may cause trouble among various sects in Zhongzhou."
Lin Du nodded, "I know, but I'm not guessing. I have evidence."
She said as two more bones appeared in her hand.
Ju Yuan:...when did she pick up the bones?
No, why would she come out with two bones if she was fine?
The bones turned gracefully in the young man's right hand. Lin Du's voice was extremely steady, "This is the bones that died first."
Ju Yuan's eyes fell on her right hand, and then the bones in her left hand also turned.
"This is the corpse of a high-level monk in the Lanju Realm."
"Of course, I still have evidence, but the power of the remnant soul is probably only enough to say it once."
"Brother, you have to make sure that the elders of the sect who heard what the remnant soul said can completely believe it."
Ju Yuan's eyes moved upward and fell on Lin Du's face.
She clearly looked like a young person, her eyes were misty, and there was a slight cyan color due to the lack of rest in seven days. There was still a carefree smile on her lips that she used to have when talking to her friends, but between her words The elders of the large and small sects in Zhongzhou have been clearly arranged.
Ju Yuan suppressed the surprise and surprise in his heart and nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, I know what's going on."
