Chapter 420 Undercurrents Surge in Qinghe City, Old Man Feng Is About to Expire

Su Twelve naturally knew nothing about what was happening in the distance.

Carrying Old Man Feng on his back, he soon returned to the place where Feng Fei was placed.

In the formation, Feng Fei, protected by the Ice Soul Spider, was sitting blankly, looking lost.

But inside and outside the formation, the other villagers of Xiaohe Village have long since disappeared.

Although Su Twelve made a promise to everyone, when facing immortal cultivators, everyone knew that if they were not careful, they would die.

His home has been destroyed, and even if he is homeless from now on, he does not want to interact with immortal cultivators.

Some people choose to leave, and others choose to follow. In the end, naturally no one remains.

When Su Twelve saw this, he could only shake his head and say sorry to those mortals in his heart.

Then he entered the formation and came to Feng Fei.

"Uncle Sick? Grandpa? It's Grandpa!!!"

Seeing Su Twelve appear, Feng Fei was stunned for a moment, and then a faint light appeared in his eyes.

Before he could finish his words, he saw the figure on Su Twelve's back and became even more emotional.

"Don't worry, grandpa is fine. He should wake up soon. Let's leave first."

Su Twelve spoke quickly, his hands constantly making secrets.

While breathing, he retracted the formation flags one by one and removed the surrounding formations.

Then, he hugged Feng Fei and quickly walked through the air to leave this place.

This place is the place where Song Mingyang fell. If anyone from the Duanmu family comes to investigate, they will definitely notice the situation here. It is not safe to stay here.

Su Twelve felt no pressure at all to kill the members of the Duanmu family.

But against the masters of the Duanmu family, and with the presence of two mortals, Old Man Feng and Feng Fei, he had no interest in taking risks.

Half a day later.

In a corner of Qinghe City, in a dilapidated house that had been abandoned for a long time, Su Twelve and Feng Fei lived here.

Xiaohe Village has been destroyed, and there is no point in going back.

If Su Twelve was alone, it wouldn't matter where he lived.

But Old Man Feng and Feng Fei were only mortal bodies after all, so they still needed to find a decent place to live.

Qinghe City is undoubtedly the best choice.

And with Su Twelve's net worth, it would be effortless to build a courtyard in this secular place.

In the room, Feng Fei was staying with her grandfather, taking good care of him, telling him what happened recently, and waiting for his grandfather to wake up.

Old Man Feng was still breathing, but he still didn't wake up.

Su Twelve could clearly feel that the situation of Old Man Feng at this time was actually not very optimistic.

It has nothing to do with the injury, but because he is old. Even if he wakes up this time, he may only have a few years to live.

There was nothing Su Twelve could do about this.

After all, Old Man Feng is just a mortal, and at such an age, it is impossible for him to have any chance to embark on the path of cultivating immortality.

The only thing that can be done is to wait for Old Man Feng to wake up, get him some medicine to regulate his body, and then let nature take its course.

Su Twelve stood in the courtyard, and then dozens of formation flags were thrown out.

Quickly set up a simple defense and isolation formation.

Then he frowned slightly, with a bit of confusion on his face, but what he was thinking about was something else.

"Strange... This Qinghe City is clearly just a mortal city. Judging from the past visits, there are very few immortal cultivators in it."

"But why are there so many immortal cultivators this time?"

"This...what exactly is going on?"

Su Twelve silently thought and analyzed.

When he entered Qinghe City this time, he immediately noticed that there were many more monks in the entire city.

Among them, those with advanced cultivation include many masters of foundation building.

Even in an inn in the middle of the city, he could sense the aura of a powerful Jindan man.

At first, he thought it was someone from the Duanmu family who was looking for him, and he subconsciously wanted to run away.

But after careful observation, it was discovered that these monks clearly came from different forces.

And their purpose of appearing here is even more suspicious.

However, these naturally have nothing to do with Su Twelve. As long as they are not directed at him, he doesn't care what these people do.

Because of this, Su Twelve immediately restrained his aura, disguised himself as an ordinary businessman, and settled in Qinghe City.

It's just that I don't care at all, but I still have some curiosity.

While Su Twelve was thinking silently, Feng Fei's exclamation suddenly came from the room.

"Grandpa...Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Feng Fei shouted loudly, with a cry in his voice.

Su Twelve's expression changed instantly and he rushed into the room immediately.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a pool of blood on the ground. Old man Feng had blood at the corner of his mouth. He was lying on the bed with a painful look on his face, curled up in a ball, and his breath seemed extremely weak.

Su Twelve frowned slightly, and without any hesitation, he immediately stepped forward and stuffed another pill into Old Man Feng's mouth. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and patted him quickly to draw out the blood.

Originally, he concluded that Old Man Feng should still have a few years to live. Looking at it now, it is too optimistic.

Old Man Feng's actual situation was far worse than he expected.

Before I met myself, I experienced the pain of losing a child. She had been tortured and humiliated repeatedly by the people of the Song Dynasty, and she was already exhausted both physically and mentally.

If she hadn't been thinking about her granddaughter, she would have passed away long ago.

The recent series of events were like the straw that broke the camel's back.

The repeated strong fluctuations in his mind, coupled with the appearance of Su Twelve, gave him hope of entrusting Feng Fei.

Old man Feng, who has been struggling to support himself, can no longer support himself.

At this moment, it is a sign that his energy is about to run out.

"Uncle Sick, Uncle Sick, how is Grandpa?"

Feng Fei tugged on the corner of Su Twelve's clothes and shouted softly, raising his neck, tears welling up in his eyes.

"he……"

Su Twelve's Adam's apple squirmed, and when he met Feng Fei's eyes as clear as water, it was hard to say what he wanted to say.

Birth, old age, illness and death are inevitable even for those who are cultivating immortals! Su Twelve naturally knew nothing about what was happening in the distance.

Carrying Old Man Feng on his back, he soon returned to the place where Feng Fei was placed.

In the formation, Feng Fei, protected by the Ice Soul Spider, was sitting blankly, looking lost.

But inside and outside the formation, the other villagers of Xiaohe Village have long since disappeared.

Although Su Twelve made a promise to everyone, when facing immortal cultivators, everyone knew that if they were not careful, they would die.

His home has been destroyed, and even if he is homeless from now on, he does not want to interact with immortal cultivators.

Some people choose to leave, and others choose to follow. In the end, naturally no one remains. .??.

When Su Twelve saw this, he could only shake his head and say sorry to those mortals in his heart.

Then he entered the formation and came to Feng Fei.

"Uncle Sick? Grandpa? It's Grandpa!!!"

Seeing Su Twelve appear, Feng Fei was stunned for a moment, and then a faint light appeared in his eyes.

Before he could finish his words, he saw the figure on Su Twelve's back and became even more emotional.

"Don't worry, grandpa is fine. He should wake up soon. Let's leave first."

Su Twelve spoke quickly, his hands constantly making secrets.

While breathing, he retracted the formation flags one by one and removed the surrounding formations.

Then, he hugged Feng Fei and quickly walked through the air to leave this place.

This place is the place where Song Mingyang fell. If anyone from the Duanmu family comes to investigate, they will definitely notice the situation here. It is not safe to stay here.

Su Twelve felt no pressure at all to kill the members of the Duanmu family.

But against the masters of the Duanmu family, and with the presence of two mortals, Old Man Feng and Feng Fei, he had no interest in taking risks.

Half a day later.

In a corner of Qinghe City, in a dilapidated house that had been abandoned for a long time, Su Twelve and Feng Fei lived here.

Xiaohe Village has been destroyed, and there is no point in going back.

If Su Twelve was alone, it wouldn't matter where he lived.

But Old Man Feng and Feng Fei were only mortal bodies after all, so they still needed to find a decent place to live.

Qinghe City is undoubtedly the best choice.

And with Su Twelve's net worth, it would be effortless to build a courtyard in this secular place.

In the room, Feng Fei was staying with her grandfather, taking good care of him, telling him what happened recently, and waiting for his grandfather to wake up.

Old Man Feng was still breathing, but he still didn't wake up.

Su Twelve could clearly feel that the situation of Old Man Feng was not very optimistic at this time.

It has nothing to do with the injury, but because he is old. Even if he wakes up this time, he may not live for a few years.

There was nothing Su Twelve could do about this.

After all, Old Man Feng is just a mortal, and at such an age, it is impossible for him to have any chance to embark on the path of cultivating immortality.

The only thing that can be done is to wait for Old Man Feng to wake up, get him some medicine to regulate his body, and then let nature take its course.

Su Twelve stood in the courtyard, and then dozens of formation flags were thrown out.

Quickly set up a simple defense and isolation formation.

Then he frowned slightly, with a bit of confusion on his face, but what he was thinking about was something else.

"Strange... This Qinghe City is clearly just a mortal city. Judging from the past visits, there are very few immortal cultivators in it."

"But why are there so many immortal cultivators this time?"

"This...what exactly is going on?"

Su Twelve silently thought and analyzed.

When he entered Qinghe City this time, he immediately noticed that there were many more monks in the entire city.

Among them, those with advanced cultivation include many masters of foundation building.

Even in an inn in the middle of the city, he could sense the aura of a powerful Jindan man.

At first, he thought it was someone from the Duanmu family who was looking for him, and he subconsciously wanted to run away.

But after careful observation, it was discovered that these monks clearly came from different forces.

And their purpose of appearing here is even more suspicious.

However, these naturally have nothing to do with Su Twelve. As long as they are not directed at him, he doesn't care what these people do.

Because of this, Su Twelve immediately restrained his aura, disguised himself as an ordinary businessman, and settled in Qinghe City.

It's just that I don't care at all, but I still have some curiosity.

While Su Twelve was thinking silently, Feng Fei's exclamation suddenly came from the room.

"Grandpa...Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Feng Fei shouted loudly, with a cry in his voice.

Su Twelve's expression changed instantly and he rushed into the room immediately.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a pool of blood on the ground. Old man Feng had blood at the corner of his mouth. He was lying on the bed with a painful look on his face, curled up in a ball, and his breath seemed extremely weak.

Su Twelve frowned slightly, and without any hesitation, he immediately stepped forward and stuffed another pill into Old Man Feng's mouth. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and patted him quickly to draw out the blood.

Originally, he concluded that Old Man Feng should still have a few years to live. Looking at it now, it is too optimistic.

Old Man Feng's actual situation was far worse than he expected.

Before meeting myself, I experienced the pain of losing a child. She had been tortured and humiliated repeatedly by the people of the Song Dynasty, and she was already exhausted both physically and mentally.

If she hadn't been thinking about her granddaughter, she would have passed away long ago.

The recent series of events were like the straw that broke the camel's back.

The repeated strong fluctuations in his mind, coupled with the appearance of Su Twelve, gave him hope of entrusting Feng Fei.

Old man Feng, who has been struggling to support himself, can no longer support himself.

At this moment, it is a sign that his energy is about to run out.

"Uncle Sick, Uncle Sick, how is Grandpa?"

Feng Fei grabbed the corner of Su Twelve's clothes and shouted softly, raising his neck, with tears in his eyes.

"he……"

Su Twelve's Adam's apple squirmed, and when he met Feng Fei's eyes as clear as water, it was hard to say what he wanted to say.

Birth, old age, illness and death are inevitable even for those who are cultivating immortals!