C3721 What Year Is It
C3721 What Year Is It
Although no one knew whether or not he would die from severe injuries due to the backlash from his injuries, he was still alive. He was simply unconscious.
Because his body was temporarily exposed in the spatial turbulence, his powerful life force, which was below his realm, was instinctively recovering with the help of the spiritual Qi.
...
It was unknown how long it would take, perhaps a day or two, or perhaps hundreds of years.
In the darkness, Jiang Ting's consciousness suddenly regained clarity.
"This girl is so pitiful."
"That's right... Now, there aren't many people who can still have familial love like her."
"Dear fellow villagers, young masters, old masters and young ladies... Wuwuwu. My younger sister and older brother, previously accidentally contracted an illness and passed away. It's a pity that my parents just passed away not too long ago. Now that I am unable to bury my elder brother, who else can I ask to buy this lowly one? As long as I can bury my older brother, that will be good... "
Just as his consciousness returned to normal, many noisy voices entered his ears from the outside world.
It was probably in a busy city. A poor girl was selling herself to bury her brother? The noise seemed to be beside him?
Jiang Ting was too lazy to pay attention to them and turned to observe his own condition. He instinctively used his Divine Sense and his head hurt. He almost fainted on the spot.
Most of the meridians in his body had shattered.
His divine soul had also dimmed down.
In short, with his current injuries, how could it be a word of misery?
He was unable to use his divine sense, and he did not have the slightest bit of magical energy within his body... Right now, he was probably even weaker than a mortal.
What was even more frightening was that under his severe injuries, the injuries he suffered were too terrifying. It was no longer something that could be healed by self-healing... Now, although his physical body appeared to be completely undamaged, in reality, it was seven waterfalls and eight injuries.
Unless he could find a supreme-grade healing pill to first nourish his meridians, let his meridians recover a little, and let the magic power in his Golden Core circulate, otherwise... His current injuries would not be able to obtain any relief.
The best situation would only be waiting for a few hundred years. He estimated that his divine soul would be able to recover on its own... Probably.
Even though his injuries were so severe, Jiang Ting did not have much fear... As long as he did not die, that was good.
Previously, he had almost died in the turbulent spatial flow... Being able to survive was the best of the worst.
As long as he didn't die, no matter what, he would encounter something in the future. There would always be a chance in the future.
"That person seems to have moved..."
"Heavens, could it be that he's faking his corpse..."
"What? A fake corpse? Don't panic, I have black dog blood!"
As Jiang Ting opened his eyes, cries of alarm sounded out.
When he completely opened his mouth, he saw that he was... Lying on the street, surrounded by many people. In front of him, there was a dirty beggar kneeling beside him. The beggar's originally sad face was now filled with astonishment. Shock.
Many of the people surrounding him subconsciously backed away, while a few others, who had been stirring things up from somewhere, were carrying buckets of blood that were filled with blood.
It seemed to be the so-called black dog blood?
Those few buckets of black dog blood seemed to be aimed at him, as if they were ready to splash at him at any time.
Blinking his eyes, Jiang Ting looked at the beggar beside him with some difficulty... Dirty, he couldn't see his exact appearance, but he felt that he was a little thin and malnourished.
It was unknown whether it was because his clothes were too tattered or because his body was too dirty. In short, although the beggar was a woman, he did not look good.
Selling himself to bury his brother?
Blinking his eyes, Jiang Ting suddenly reacted. When he just woke up, he seemed to have heard a little girl crying and wanting to bury a brother? From the looks of it, what she said, was probably, it was him?
Speaking of which, where did his little sister come from?
Although he did indeed have a younger sister in his life... However, she had died a long time ago, and her bones had probably started to rot, right?
The two of them stared at each other for a while.
That strange girl suddenly threw herself onto Jiang Ting's body and howled loudly, "Brother, you're not dead... Wuwuwu... You scared me to death..."
" Tear... " Jiang Ting felt as if all the muscles and bones in his body had shifted when the little beggar pounced on him. It was as if his entire body was about to fall apart.
Pain, intense pain!
Seeing Jiang Ting baring his teeth and his distorted face, Little Curiosity panicked. "Brother, what's wrong? Don't scare me..."
Looking at his sincere appearance, Jiang Ting almost thought that he was really the brother of this little beggar.
Fortunately, Jiang Ting's mind was very firm.
Although his whole body was in pain, he still forced a smile. "No... It's nothing. This place is still causing trouble. Let's leave first."
Little weirdo's expression suddenly became serious.
However, he looked around without leaving a trace and still nodded. "I'll listen to you..."
As he spoke, he laboriously helped Jiang Ting up from the ground. He limped and supported him as he walked towards the end of the street.
"He's not dead? Didn't they say that he was faking his corpse..." A few people with black dog blood on their hands looked at each other.
Suddenly, some people who thought they were kind shouted, "You guys are really heartless. The little girl's brother is not dead yet. This is clearly a good thing, but you guys are so unwilling..."
On the other side.
Jiang Ting was supported by the little beggar as he left the street. After leaving the street, he realized that this place was not big.
After they left the streets, they passed through two boxes and actually appeared in the wilderness. When they waved their hands, they could see that many buildings were connected to each other... It was a town.
A town called Chong Ning Town.
As for the little beggar, he supported Jiang Ting and walked for about half a mile. They walked to a run-down temple.
Jiang Ting found a short staircase and sat down.
The little beggar lay on the ground, panting. It seemed that helping Jiang Ting here was a huge burden.
Jiang Ting glanced at him and ignored him. He took the opportunity to size himself up.
Hmm, he had nothing on him. He only had a ragged beggar's robe. He also noticed that there was a lot of dirt in the ragged clothes.
His nose smelled that the dirt did not seem to be from the same place. It was more like someone had buried it many times and dug it out again.
Thinking back to the way the little beggar skillfully sold himself to bury his brother, Jiang Ting suddenly felt that his face was burning.
"Brother, why aren't you saying anything?" The little beggar tilted his head, his face full of curiosity.
Jiang Ting replied snappily, "My brain isn't stupid yet... I've been buried by you at least five times, right? If I really had a sister like you, I would rather live less than fifty years! "
"Cough cough..." The little beggar began to cough violently, his face flushed red... It was not that he was sad, but that he had hit the mark.
Soon, her eyes lit up. "Are you really an immortal? Grandpa said that you are an immortal who has fallen to the mortal realm and that we are fated to be siblings. If I can take care of you and wake you up, you can help me fulfill my wish..."