But Zhang Quan...

Yan Ning felt heartbroken. He wanted to bring Zhang Quan to Inner Mongolia, but he didn't expect that he would be unfavorable to go to the army. Before he could find the ancient city of Huangsha, Zhang Quan was buried in a sandstorm. How did he explain to Zhang Daofeng and to the entire Longhu Mountain?!

"Instead of looking for your friend, you should come and see this person." Sisi said suddenly.

Yan Ning turned around and found that Jiang Wujue's suffix had turned into a blue-purple color, which had already inhaled more and had less breathing.

Sisi said regretfully: "His trachea has inhaled too much sand, and I can't do anything to him. He is in pain now."

Bart sighed, "This kid is not as lucky as you."

"I'll save him."

After Yan Ning finished speaking, he climbed to Jiang Wujue and tore his clothes open, finding that his chest was terrible.

"Are you a doctor?" Sisi and Bart said in surprise.

"Yes."

Whenever he uses medical skills, Yan Ning will become extremely calm. Sisi and Bart feel that Yan Ning seems to have become a different person. The young man who impulsively wants to go into a sandstorm to find someone in the first second, but the next second he becomes a doctor who is so serious about saving people.

Yan Ning didn't care too much, so he summoned seventy-two golden needles and carefully pierced them into Jiang Wujue's chest, making Jiang Wujue's aura.

As the golden needle entered his body, Jiang Wujue's face suddenly looked much better. Yan Ning asked Sisi to bring a water belt and poured it into Jiang Wujue's mouth. He then held his nose with his hands, allowing all the water to enter his trachea and clean it for him.

After a while, Yan Ning suddenly helped Jiang Wujue up and asked him to sit up. Then he slapped his back with a palm. Jiang Wujue, who was still in a coma, immediately coughed violently, and sand sprayed out from his mouth and nose.

"Ahem...hem...it's so painful!"

Jiang Wujue lay on the ground and coughed violently. Yan Ning quickly brought the water belt and handed it to him: "Wu Jue, after drinking this water, I will continue to wash your trachea!"

Jiang Wujue heard Yan Ning's voice without hesitation, grabbed the water bag and poured it into his mouth again. Yan Ning used the same method to help Jiang Wujue, and continued several times until Jiang Wujue coughed his face without any blood. Then he stopped and fell to the ground and gasped.

Sisi and Bart looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. They had many friends and relatives who died because of the sandstorm. The poor guys were exactly the same as Jiang Wujue before their death. They were all mixed into the trachea by sand and were suffocated to death.

If there is a hospital beside you, you can also perform an opening surgery to cut the trachea and clean it. But in this harsh environment, Yan Ning made Jiang Wujue come back to life with just a few golden needles and water?

This is as incredible as a myth for them!

"Young man, how did you... your golden needle... come out?" Bart said in disbelief.

Seeing that they could not hide the two of them, Yan Ning simply waved his hand and let the golden needles pierced Jiang Wujue's chest fly up in the air and take them all back into his body.

"This, this is simply a miracle!" Bart shouted, and fell directly in front of Yan Ning, shouting: "I didn't expect that I would see a god in my lifetime. It's so incredible!"

Sisi's eyes were also shocked, but she was not as out of control as Bart.

Yan Ning quickly helped Bart up and said, "Uncle Bart, I am not a god, I am just a Taoist priest."

"Taoist?" Bart was puzzled, "What is a Taoist?"

"Uh..." Yan Ning was exhausted for a while. People living in Inner Mongolia usually have their own beliefs, and Yan Ning didn't know how to explain the existence of Taoism to them.

Fortunately, Sisi is a young man with a relatively avant-garde mind. She should have read some books before and knew what the Taoist priest was. She said in surprise: "It turns out that the books are all true. Taoist priests can really control the flying sword... Do you still catch ghosts? By the way, have you been to Heaven?"

Yan Ning was ashamed: "Little sister, where did you see it? You still go to Heaven? This is not Journey to the West..."

"I used to read a novel written by a writer named Gui Crying Laoji. This is how his story is written..." Sisi said.

"The novels are all lie. I know that the author is useless except for being handsome and handsome, it is better to read less inappropriate novels in the future!" Yan Ning taught seriously.

Sisi said oh, and then felt embarrassed to continue talking. At this time, Yan Ning turned around and looked at Jiang Wujue: "How is it, is it better?"

Jiang Wujue's breathing gradually calmed down and he said angrily: "It was so painful just now. I really thought I was going to die."

"You survived, but Zhang Quan..."

When Jiang Wujue heard this, his face changed. He looked around and found no sign of Zhang Quan. He couldn't help but look dark: "Where is Zhang Quan's others?"

Yan Ning sighed and just shook his head. Seeing Yan Ning's appearance, Jiang Wujue couldn't help but show a sad expression: "Oh, I didn't expect that before we dealt with the Changsheng Sect, we were given blood by this sandstorm."

Without waiting for the two of them to be sad, Bart, who was sitting beside him, suddenly said, "What did you say just now? Are you here to find the Cult of the Eternal Life?"

Yan Ning was stunned: "Uncle Bart, do you know the Cult of the Eternal Life?"

"I know, I know," Bart's face was a little strange, "but, what are you looking for the Changsheng Cult?"

Yan Ning hesitated for a moment, and felt that Bart had saved their lives after all. At this time, there was no other way except to trust them. So he confessed: "I have two friends, they kidnapped them and sent them to the Inner Mongolia grassland. We investigated them all the way, but we encountered a sandstorm..."

After hearing this, Bart lowered his head and sighed: "It turns out that you are also poor people who have been harmed by the Eternal Life Cult."

"What does it mean? Do you..."

Sisi said: "We were originally nomads on the Inner Mongolia grassland and lived by sheep. Unfortunately, the grassland was severely desertified and we had no way to survive. One day more than ten years ago, the team of the Changsheng Cult suddenly entered the grassland, controlled our tribe, and let them do the cheapest, hardest and most tiring work to build the ancient yellow sand city in the desert."

"Those who do not obey the Changsheng Sect now die and the wounded are more left in the Huangsha Ancient City, and the Huangsha Ancient City is built endlessly... Sisi's father is now serving in the Huangsha Ancient City. In order to let her father come out early, Sisi and she started to exchange some daily necessities for the small tribes of the Changsheng Sect on the grasslands," said Bart.

When Yan Ning and Jiang Wujue heard this, they looked at each other, but they didn't expect that the evil of the Changsheng Sect had never given up any power that could be used. Even the simple nomadic peoples were controlled and bullied by the Changsheng Sect on the prairie where they were born and raised!
Chapter completed!