Chapter 123 The Old Man

"Boy, what are you looking for?"

A voice came slowly, hoarse and old, like the voice of an old man.

Chen Changming was startled, and subconsciously turned around to look.

At the side, an old man wearing a ragged black robe was standing at the side, looking straight at him.

The appearance of the old man is very strange, his figure is very thin, but his left hand is gone, and his figure looks a bit deformed.

He was standing in a corner, nestled in a pothole, holding a big sack in one hand, looking like this, he should be rummaging for something.

"Who are you."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Chen Changming showed some hesitation on his face.

He was very surprised by the old man's appearance.

He thought there were only corpses in this place.

But I didn't expect that there were also big living people.

"Heh, as you can see, a big living person."

Looking at Chen Changming, the old man smiled: "You have a familiar aura on you."

He said so, and before Chen Changming could ask, he continued, "What are you doing here?"

"Find someone."

Chen Changming glanced at the other party: "My friend has been dragged here."

"Looking for someone?"

The old man was a little surprised, and an ugly smile appeared on his aging face: "It's better not to kill someone."

"The people who have just been sent are over there, go and see for yourself."

With his remaining right hand, he pointed to a pothole on one side.

"Thank you."

Chen Changming nodded and headed in that direction.

In that pothole, he saw some fresh fragments and Yang Ling's figure.

She was still bleeding all over, and she was lying quietly inside at the moment, her face was very pale, like a corpse.

Chen Changming stepped forward, tried his best to dig it out, and then tried.

Fortunately, although the pulse was already very weak, there were still some heartbeats, and there was still some vitality.

However, if it is delayed for a while, I am afraid it will really be hopeless.

"It's hopeless."

The old man's voice continued to sound.

Unknowingly, he walked to Chen Changming's side, looked at Yang Ling who was lying on the ground without a trace of blood, and then said: "Look at this, the power of the spirit king in the body has been drawn out, even if you take a breath, I guess it won’t make it through.”

He judged so.

In fact, he was right in his judgment.

At this moment, according to Chen Changming's induction, Yang Ling's breath of life is rapidly decaying. Judging from this speed, it is estimated that it will disappear completely in a while.

But regarding this, Chen Changming had no intention of giving up.

He stretched out his hand, and slowly pressed one hand on Yang Ling's chest, massaging her whole body.

In the dark, life energy began to be used, and it was instilled into Yang Ling's body silently, maintaining the last bit of vitality.

"Huh?"

On the side, the old man showed a hint of surprise on his face, looking at Yang Ling who was lying on the ground, he seemed a little surprised for a while.

Standing there, he stared at Chen Changming's movements closely, as if he wanted to see something from Chen Changming's movements, but in the end he couldn't see anything.

Of course I can't see it.

The technique used by Chen Changming is completely inherited from the pharmacopoeia of the previous world, and people in this world have never understood it.

Furthermore, Chen Changming's massage technique is not the key point, it's just to cover up and assist the display of life energy.

After a short while, Yang Ling's aura gradually turned calm, and her body's aura became stable. Although she still looked weak and pale, at least her life was saved.

As for the others, Chen Changming couldn't guarantee either.

"interesting."

Watching Chen Changming's actions, the old man smiled: "Are you a doctor?"

"That's right."

Chen Changming hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"This is rare."

The old man looked at Yang Ling in front of him, and then said: "This baby's life has been saved for a while, but if her injuries are not treated as soon as possible, she will not escape death in the end."

"If you don't mind, come with me."

He looked at Chen Changming and said so.

Chen Changming hesitated for a while, but finally followed.

After coming here and seeing the old man in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little curious about this place.

According to what Wen Liuhe said earlier, this place was originally a mess of graves, which belonged to the dead, but now there are living people.

Out of curiosity, he picked up Yang Ling behind him and walked forward.

Moving forward along a large pothole, Chen Changming gradually saw something different.

A wave of aura came from all directions, which was very subtle, but it was still felt by Chen Changming.

Following the induction of aura, he looked to the side.

I saw black flowers blooming in the potholes all around.

The flower looks very beautiful, extremely rare, but the place where it takes root is also very scary.

Under Chen Changming's gaze, the places where those black flowers took root were not normal soil, but corpses that looked very bright.

These flowers are taking root on those corpses, absorbing the nutrients from those corpses and growing.

A veritable flower of death.

"Black Death Flower, a unique material that can only be cultivated on special corpses."

Looking at Chen Changming, the old man smiled: "The corpse of the inheritor of the spirit king contains a bit of the pure origin of the spirit king, which is just right for cultivating these black death flowers."

"You rummaged through those places before, just to find this?"

Chen Changming took a deep look at the old man, once again feeling the extraordinaryness of the old man.

How can he be a normal person who can grow spiritual materials on corpses and still understate this matter so lightly?

"Are you from the Spirit Sect?"

Looking at the old man, he continued to ask.

"Lingzong?"

The old man smiled and did not speak.

Chen Changming frowned secretly, but did not continue to ask.

"It's you." A faint voice came from behind.

Being carried behind Chen Changming's back, Yang Ling also seemed to wake up.

She barely opened her eyes, looked at Chen Changming's familiar silhouette, and made a weak voice.

"You're in a bad situation, don't talk for now."

Chen Changming spoke softly, while carrying her behind his back and continued to move forward.

"Yeah." The weak voice continued to come from behind.

A faint breeze blew from a distance, blowing Chen Changming's hair, and also brought bursts of bloody smell.

Leaning behind Chen Changming, looking at the faintly familiar outline of Chen Changming's face, Yang Ling turned pale, smiled to herself, and slowly closed her eyes.

Her body leaned against Chen Changming's back, just sticking so tightly.

Although they didn't speak, each other's heartbeats were still beating, and they could feel each other's existence.

"grandfather!"

In the distance, a crisp sound came.

A smile appeared on the old man's face.

"Zhenger."