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Chapter 140 Resurrection Grass



Maybe I have been immersed in the chaos and darkness for too long, but just a little light made me ecstatic.

I'm like some bugs that chase the light. When I see the light, I feel eager and can't help but say: "That's the most conspicuous place. Maybe Brother Yaozi and the others have gathered there. How about we go there too?"

If there are more, we can always take pictures of each other.”

Zhang Yao didn't respond. He stared blankly at the white light, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, and he didn't even pay attention to the Yin soldiers running around us.

"Something's wrong!"

After a moment, she whispered: "It's very evil. I'm afraid it's not a good place."

When she said this, she obviously felt something. She stayed by my side silently and no longer paid attention to the strange things over there.

Da da da!

There was a dull sound of horse hooves.

The Yin soldiers lingering around finally lost their patience. A ghost knight suddenly came out from behind, holding a broken spear, and rushed towards me and Zhang Yao. Before he could kill us, he raised the short spear high in his hand.

stand up.

Yao Yao raised his eyebrows, turned around and was about to resist, but a strange scene appeared. The menacing Yin soldier had just arrived in front of us, his body tilted, and he fell directly from the horse. For a moment, the ghosts neighed and the horses screamed.

It stopped suddenly and turned into a wisp of black energy with a "pop" and dispersed, leaving only a green-edged sword stuck upside down on the ground.

There is no doubt that someone took action and pierced the Yin soldier from behind with a sword.

The Yin soldiers who were wandering around in the darkness seemed to have seen the Ten Palaces of Yama coming to the world in person. They let out shrill ghostly whistles and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. They were scared away just like that.

However, Chang Yao was not relaxed at all, and his face even became more solemn. He subconsciously took a step back, farther away from the sword, and stared at the direction where the Yin soldiers were coming.

Not long after, a thin figure walked towards us step by step.

This is a place where yin and yang are chaotic and evil ghosts are rampant, but he is just like walking in a leisurely garden.

When I got a little closer, I saw clearly that this was just a young man who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old at most. He had a bun on his head and a large Taoist robe, but he was very shabby and there were many patches on the Taoist robe.

This... is not a person at all!

Although I don’t have Zhang Xinya’s yin and yang eyes, I have been through this journey and I have made some progress, and I don’t feel the slightest bit of popularity in him!

Yao calmly retreated behind me, got very close to me, inserted his toes under my body, and whispered in a voice that only I could hear: "This is a big guy, I can't deal with it. I'll do something about it later, depending on the situation."

If a fight breaks out, I'm afraid I'll have to use your body. Without the Earth Spirit Pearl, I won't be able to move three moves under his hands!!"

She was by no means a humble person, but her words now showed how much pressure the young man in front of her put on her!

It is estimated that if the other party had not taken action against the Yin soldiers, it would be difficult to distinguish between friends and foes, and she would have pounced on them long ago.

The young man acted as if he hadn't seen the two of us. He tilted his head and didn't know what he was thinking. He casually stepped forward and picked up the sword. When he raised his head, his eyes finally fell on me.

Then...he smiled.

She has a delicate and delicate face, showing her white teeth: "You are our little disciple, right?"

Suddenly, I seemed to understand.

Lao Bai said that there are heroic souls in the Zhenwu Banner, all of whom are members of the Qingwei Taoist disciples who have passed away.

Obviously, the one in front of me is one of them. He may seem immature, but he only stayed at the moment when he passed away. He called me my little disciple. In terms of seniority, he should be my senior brother in the generation of my ancestor.

"Don't be surprised. Senior nephew Daoxuan told us about you when he paid homage to us."

The young man laughed to himself, walked up to me, and patted my head in an old-fashioned way.

In terms of seniority, he is indeed the elder.

But looking at his immature face, I always felt strange. My eyes fell on his chest and I saw seven or eight bullet holes on his patched robe.

These gun holes, without exception, are all on the front.

In connection with the past events Lao Bai mentioned, it is not difficult to imagine that during the turbulent times decades ago, this young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he had to go to the battlefield and eventually died at the point of a gun.

Thinking about this, I can't help but feel a little sad.

"I am the fourteenth. My senior brothers call me the fourteenth. However, you can't call me that. I am your fourteenth ancestor."

The young man grinned, and was very interested in the matter of seniority. After thinking about it, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his chest, put it into my hand, and said with a smile: "This is the first time we meet, I am the elder.

I don’t have anything to give you, so I’ll give you this. You may be able to use it. I snatched this from Lord Yama back then.”

Speaking of this, he felt a little proud, with his head held high, as if he was waiting for praise.

I sighed softly in my heart and whispered, "The fourteenth ancestor is mighty."

The young man was so happy that he flicked his sleeves and said that the demons were not gone yet and that he would go to slay the demons. He left like this, very free and easy, with a slender back, carrying a long sword that was completely inconsistent with his body shape, and walked slowly.

Fading away until it disappears completely...

Yao Yao breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, those who are on the Qingwei Dao are too scary. It only lasts a hundred years. Why is the Dao so deep? I thought something extraordinary was out of the tomb..."

After saying that, her eyes fell on the porcelain bottle in my hand, she took it over and uncorked it, put it to her nose and sniffed it gently, she couldn't help but laugh and said that I, the fourteenth ancestor, was really willing to give up good things.

There was a strange potion in this porcelain bottle. I also smelled it. It smelled a bit like isatis root, but mixed with a sour smell.

Yao Yao said, this is the rejuvenating plant. The thing below is rare in the world. Back then, when his wife was seriously injured, King Wu Ding of Shang was willing to spend ten cities to get one plant, but he couldn't get it.

It is said that only those who have returned to Yang can obtain this thing by chance.

This "returning the yang" naturally does not refer to resurrecting the dead, but refers to forcibly breaking into the underworld!

Life is a drama that can be picked up but cannot be put down. As expected, there are very few people who can eat the bowl of Meng Po soup without expression. Most of them will inevitably have ripples in their hearts. There are also a small part of them.

Reluctant to give in, he embarked on the road of resistance, going backwards on the road to hell and directly confronting the underworld.

Of course, nine times out of ten, there will be no happy ending, and there are also a lot of people who will lose their souls. But there are exceptions in everything, and there are always some ruthless people who can force their way out.

There are rumors that those who were able to break out did not actually go through the gate of hell. No one can escape through the gate of hell with countless evil soldiers and ghost generals. It is like stowing away, so naturally you have to find another way.

On the way to smuggling, I occasionally see the resurrection grass. This thing is useless for the dead, but it is very useful for the living. I dare not say that it can revive human flesh and bones, but at least it can heal difficult-to-treat injuries!

The bottle of potion given to me by the Fourteenth Ancestor is exactly what the resurrecting plant was made into.

"It seems that after your Qingwei Dao disciples died, they should have collectively escaped from below."

Jiang Yao said softly: "You really need this thing. After being injured one after another, even if you can survive, I'm afraid the root cause of the disease will be found. With this thing, there will be no hidden dangers in this regard."

As she spoke, she fed me and drank half the bottle.

The taste of this thing is definitely not good. It is very bitter and has a strange taste. After drinking it, it is like drinking ice water in the cold wind in the cold winter. My whole body is shivering from the cold, but the pain in my abdominal cavity has been relieved a lot.

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Zhang Yao removed the gauze on my face and applied the remaining half of the bottle on my face.

She applied it very carefully and was very close to me. I looked at her intently, which made her angry. She thrust the bottle into my hand and asked me to apply the medicine myself. She also threatened to kill her if I looked at her again.

Goug out my eyeballs...

There was no peace in the surrounding areas, and ghosts were crying and screaming one after another.

I saw several more disciples of Qingweidao.

There was a burly man with long beard and hair, holding a big sword and chasing the Yin soldiers everywhere.

There are also old men with pale faces and immortal demeanor, who come and go like the wind, beating in the darkness.



They didn't stop, and at most they would turn around and smile at me and nod.

Gradually, the wind stopped and the red mist dispersed.

Although it was still the middle of the night, at least it was not as chaotic as before, and the visibility was horribly low.

The Yin soldiers disappeared, and the disciples of Qingweidao also disappeared.

Only the bloody Zhenwu flag rustled in the wind.

Under the banner, Lao Bai and Brother Yao Zi stood up or sitting downcast, looking very embarrassed. Brother Yao Zi even had a wound on his ribs.

However, apart from the two of them, I looked around and couldn't find any trace of anyone else!!

The Resurrection Herb is indeed an amazing thing. Just a short time after taking it, I can already move without any hindrance and my face even feels itchy. It should be because the previous burns are healing.

I was anxious and had an ominous premonition, so I quickly rushed to Brother Yaozi and Lao Bai to inquire about the whereabouts of the others.

"I do not know……"

Lao Bai Rumengfang woke up and said: "After they were washed away, I heard Zhang Xinya exclaiming. After that, those Yin soldiers rushed up like crazy and didn't pay attention anymore..."

Although this place is a shelter from the wind, it is a deep mountain and old forest after all, and there are not so many nooks and crannies. It is basically clear what is going on around you.

Three living people actually disappeared like this. No trace of their bodies alive or dead.

"Were they kidnapped by those underworld soldiers?!"

When Brother Yaozi came back to his senses, he was no longer calm. He jumped up and kicked Lao Bai hard: "Why are you still standing there? Find me quickly!!"
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