"What kind of cultivation is this person?"

Wipe the young man clean and then put on clean clothes. The young man stood in the room, thinking about this issue.

Strictly speaking, this issue is very important.

His problems are very serious.

Born to be useless, unable to breathe spiritual energy, and embark on the road of cultivation, this is the problem with him.

Judging from the situation he has found over the years, ordinary monks cannot do this problem.

Anyone who can do it must be a very powerful monk.

If the young man in front of him had insufficient cultivation, he might not be able to help him.

Moreover, even if you can help, the other party may not be willing to help.

After all, after all, he is not qualified to ask the other party to help him.

For people of this level, the so-called life-saving grace is the most ridiculous.

Let’s not talk about the other party’s character problem, just by judging by the vitality shown by the other party at this moment, even if he doesn’t carry it back, the other party may not die, and nothing will happen.

Even if the other party is up to standard and is willing to repay, then most of them are just giving something at will.

It is also an indeterminate thing to ask the other party to take action and help him embark on the road of cultivation.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

In this world, as a weak person, sometimes he is so helpless.

No matter what you do, you must act according to the expression of others.

But now, he has no other way.

Over the years, he has tried many methods, and he has thought about them all, but what he has obtained is despair and helplessness again and again.

In the current situation, the young man in front of him is his only hope.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but shake his head, then looked at the young man deeply, and turned around and left.

After a while, he left the house and went to another place, ready to go and inquire about the news.

Before leaving, he seriously instructed his younger sister not to come in and not to leak news about the young man.

After going out, the boy found that the place in front of him was obviously becoming lively now.

Many people have seen the visions of that period before, and many people have really taken action for it.

These people came to this neighborhood and patrolled the neighborhood, trying hard to find the source of the strange phenomenon that day.

It is said that many people saw it at that time, and someone fell down in the air and fell into the dense forest.

For this reason, many people went to that dense forest and explored in that dense forest.

When he knew this, the boy also pretended to be confused and asked some things curiously.

"Will anyone find that senior?"

He looked at the people in front of him and asked curiously.

"If I find it, I won't be like this now."

The man chuckled and then said, "But many people saw the blood."

"I guess that senior was seriously injured, so he could find a place to hide."

"So those people found nothing except some spiritual blood."

"But that's enough."

On the side, some of them showed envy on their faces: "Those spiritual blood are not ordinary things."

"The falling senior, I don't know what kind of cultivation he has. The blood sheds from his body is rare spiritual blood. It is said that even if it is just an ordinary drop of blood, it is comparable to a spiritual medicine after refining it, and it is very extraordinary."

"Some people nearby speculate that the senior may be a powerful man."

"Magic."

The boy's heart thumped, but his face did not change: "No way."

"How could a powerful man come to us all the time?"

He smiled and said so.

The wasteland is the most desolate and thinner place around the spiritual energy.

This place is located in a vast wilderness, with all kinds of turbid air at the most, but the spiritual energy is so thin that it is almost gone, and all kinds of spiritual herbs are almost extinct.

No one wants to come on weekdays.

"Who knows?"

The man shook his head before: "Maybe there is some special reason."

"Who else knows besides that senior himself?"

"But those spiritual blood are all good things."

Speaking of this, he looked envious: "It is said that someone has already offered a price now. A drop of spiritual blood can be worth three spirit stones."

"One drop of spiritual blood is worth three spirit stones"

Listening to this price, the boy was stunned and inexplicably thought of the blood stains he had seen before.

When he was in the jungle before, he focused on finding the traces of that senior, so he ignored the blood.

But now thinking about it, how could the blood shed by a powerful person be an ordinary person? It must be a spiritual object.

He wasted those things.

Even more than that.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the blood that had been washed off when he helped the senior clean up.

At that time, he was afraid that these blood stains would be discovered, so he directly dealt with them without leaving any trace.

But now I want to come

These are all spirit stones

Thinking of this, the boy couldn't help but twitch his lips, and at this time he felt a little regretful.

If I had known it, I would have taken out the blood for the spirit stones.

This thought flashed through his mind, and he regretted it very much at this time.

"It's a pity"

In front of him, the man was still sighing, with a hint of longing on his face: "A drop of blood can resist the elixir. I really don't know what kind of person he is."

"I wish I could become this powerful disciple."

"Yeah yeah."

Hearing this, the boy felt a little moved and nodded in agreement.

He walked around, listening to the news coming from around him.

However, the news he heard was very uniform.

No one found anything special, the only gain was the remaining spiritual blood.

Some people speculated that the powerful man left early, while others said that the powerful man was found and hid himself secretly.

There are all kinds of statements, but none of them can produce effective evidence.

After patrolling around, the boy felt relieved when he saw that no one suspected him.

Since he had already come out, he thought about it and went out to change some food, and then left.

Not long after, he returned home.

In the room, the young man who had been before was still lying on the bed, his face was pale and looked very weak, like a dead person.

The boy roughly checked, but he could find the other person's breathing and feel the circulation of qi and blood in the other person's body.

This proves that the other party is still alive at this moment, but because he is too seriously injured, he has not yet woken up.

Sighing silently, the boy started working and preparing lunch.

As a time traveler, his skills are pretty good, but due to the conditions and seasonings, he cannot make them so exquisitely.

I can only say that I can speak out.

Thinking of the senior lying in the room, he specially made a mouthful of porridge and prepared to deliver it to the other party.

Although, judging from the degree of performance of the other party, most of the time, there is still something to do.

In this way, after the other party wakes up, they can take more care of them.

However, what he didn't expect was that after he entered the room, the person who had been lying on the head of the bed had woken up.

Sitting alone on the head of the bed, Chen Heng struggled to get up and looked out the door.
To be continued...