Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 33 Congratulations to Dean Hong
"what is this!?"

Chuhe immediately jumped up and groped up and down.

But after touching all over his body, he didn't find anything wrong with his body. The red light disappeared after entering the body.

Hong Shou squatted on the ruins, coughed violently, and spit out a few mouthfuls of stagnant blood clots, his dismal complexion finally turned a tinge of blood.

However, Ruoyou Ruowu's death began to spread all over his body, and his strong body was like a deflated balloon, becoming as dry as wood.

He looked at the Chu River jumping up and down, with relief, shock, and heaviness in his eyes, and more regret hidden in his eyes.

"Master, I'm now going to find old Zhangtou."

The inspection was fruitless, and Chuhe suddenly remembered his business. He was about to help Hong Shou, who was sitting paralyzed, and take him for treatment, but Hong Shou waved him to stop him.

"It's useless." Hong Shou smoothed his messy white hair and said with a free and easy smile, "My current injury cannot be healed by old Zhangtou."

"I'll take you to town right now!"

Chu He raised his eyebrows and said firmly.

Hong Shou shook his head, and changed the topic: "Compared to me, you should go to the town, and even go to Jianye City to be safe."

Chu He put his hand on Hong Shou's wrist, his heart sank suddenly, he stuffed the half-gnawed old wild ginseng in his pocket into Hong Shou's hand, frowned and said, "Whether it's useful or not, put this ginseng first. I have eaten the blood-enriching medicine, wait for me for a while, and I will go and bring the old Zhangtou here."

After all, I will leave early.

Snapped!
A big hand held Chuhe's wrist backhand and fixed him in place. Chuhe wanted to shake his hand and leave, but he still turned his head involuntarily.

Hong Shou straightened his face, his pale face revealed the majesty of an elder.

"I said, it's useless."

"But……"

"Okay, I know my body well. If you really want to do something for me, just put me on your back and send me to the wall at the entrance of the village."

Chuhe choked speechlessly, with unbearable expression in his eyes.

"Xiaohezi, be obedient..."

Chu He paused, and finally slowly carried Hong Shou on his back.

The old man's body was very light, as if he was carrying a cloud of air on his back.

But every step Chuhe took was heavy, as if his back was a mountain whose peak could not be seen.

Hong Shou leaned his head weakly on Chu He's shoulder, and his broad arms made him, an old man before his death, inexplicably comfortable.

The baby eagle that once needed shelter has finally grown up.

He barely opened his tired eyes, and his lips moved slightly.

"Have you ever wondered that you have such a strong force that you can completely eliminate the grievance-level little monsters around you, but you are still worried every time you open the door, for fear that some other weirdness will break into the village..."

Chuhe suppressed his grief, lowered his head, and continued.

"Yes, Master, why is that?"

"Hehe, that's because there is a big ghost in this land, it is a piece of human skin that floated from nowhere, this area actually belongs to his hunting ground, and the human skin ghosts around are all What is separated from him is a puppet that hunts for him."

When Hong Shou said this, he lowered his head and looked at Chuhe worriedly: "Li Fang was so bold that he captured a human skin and sewed it on that body. Now the human skin is cracked, and the soul silk is hiding on your body. Sooner or later , that monster will eventually find you."

"Ahem..." Hong Shou spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face became weaker: "So you have to escape! Escape from the village! The farther you escape, the better!"

Chuhe's face was ugly, but he still put on a strong face and said: "If I escape, what will the villagers here do?"

"Don't worry, this village is originally a place where the formation is located. As long as the door is not opened, that big monster can't easily force its way in."

Hong Shou still wanted to tell Chuhe more things, but the silt on his chest made him have to make a long story short: "You left the village, and naturally that big monster won't pay attention to the village anymore."

Having said that, his face showed bitterness again.

"Son, the road ahead for you will be difficult..."

Chuhe shook his head, was silent for a moment, and then said suddenly.

"The road is just under your feet, so there is no such thing as difficult walking."

Hong Shou couldn't help being stunned by the unexpected answer.

He showed relief, and said again, but this time it was no longer about the big monster, but about the secrets of the village and what he had seen and heard.

At this moment, Hong Shou is like a father who is worried about a child who is about to go out to make a living, tirelessly chatting about his life experience.

Chuhe didn't have the rebellion and impatience of young people, he listened quietly to every word of the master, and kept it in his heart until Hong Shou's voice became weaker, his face became quieter, and his steps became faster and faster.

"Master..."

With the support of Lao Zhangtou, the limping Wu Feng saw Chu He and the two in distress, and saw Hong Shou, who was as skinny as a stick, at his deathbed.

Wu Feng felt a pain in his heart, and he whispered softly, with tears in his eyes.

He didn't ask the old Zhangtou for help.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Hong Shou's deadline is approaching.

"Hmm...it's Mineko."

Hong Shou, whose voice was getting weaker and weaker, suddenly heard Wu Feng's voice, seemed to be awakened from exhaustion, and turned his head to look at him.

"Dean Hong..."

Old Zhang had a bitter look on his face, and he also saw Hong Shou's tragic situation. As a doctor, no one knew Hong Shou's current state better than him.

There is only a wisp of blood left, and it is a miracle that he is still alive.

Chuhe's footsteps did not stop. With the support of Lao Zhangtou, Wu Feng followed Chuhe and went to the gate of the village together.

When he was about to enter the main road at the west end of the village, Chuhe suddenly froze. He looked up and found that the villagers had all left their homes at some point, standing in rows on both sides of the road, looking at Hong Shou on his back in a sad and complicated manner.

"Dean Hong..."

"Dean Hong..."

"Dean Hong..."

Every time the Chu River crossed a step, the surrounding villagers could not help but call out to Hong Shou, with admiration, sadness, and more sorrow in their eyes.

The wave of calling condensed layer by layer, inexplicably shocking.

The soul that was about to sleep seemed to be encouraged by everyone, and he woke up again. He forced himself to smile and faced everyone calmly.

The villagers followed Wu Feng behind Chuhe, and when they reached the gate of the village, there were hundreds of villagers following them.

Many of them witnessed the tragic battle from the eaves, and they all knew that Hong Shou had come to this point for the sake of the village.

Chuhe tapped his toes lightly and jumped onto the wall.

In front of it is a thick smog border and a submerged narrow path, and the wall under the feet is several times wider than other walls.

A huge altar was placed in front of the two of them.

"Master..."

Chuhe called softly, but there was no response for a long time.

His heart twisted, and suddenly at this moment, a hoarse voice came slightly beside his ears, "Put...let me down..."

Chu He immediately and gently placed the withered Hong Shou on the altar.

He looked at the thick fog ahead, and with Li Fang's venomous curses echoing in his ears, he murmured to himself: "I hope... I think too much, but let's play a last role before I die."

Hong Shou took out half of the bronze token from his pocket, and put it on the altar with great effort, and immediately spit out a mouthful of old blood on the bronze token of the altar.

In an instant, Huaguang flashed.

Every stone cone on the fence with a radius of several kilometers began to shake slightly, emitting a hot white light, covering the entire village.

The formation in Tuhe Village was activated.

Seeing this, Chuhe was glad that he didn't have the idea of ​​moving the wall at the beginning.

"hiss……"

Suddenly, there was a fierce hissing from a corner at the south end of the village, and a shadow was thrown out and rolled back into the thick fog.

It was a human head.

It is exactly the same as the human head in the sculpture of Tutou Temple in Tutou Village.

"Master, this..."

Chu He turned his head, and the voice of inquiry stopped abruptly.

On the altar, Hong Shou lowered his head at some point.

Wu Feng on one side covered his face and wept, distraught.

Hundreds of villagers in front of the gate also showed sorrow at the same time.

A village elder slowly walked out of the crowd, shouting in grief.

"Send it to Dean Hong!"

Hundreds of villagers knelt down together.

Facing the stalwart body on the altar, he slowly bowed down.

(End of this chapter)