Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 470 Damaged Soul
Seeing the skylight and hearing the sound of water, Wu Zhanzhan and Ding Ermiao were both in high spirits.

The two of them walked forward quickly and rushed to the entrance of the cave.Ding Ermiao jumped out first and caught Gu Qinglan outside, followed by Wu Zhanzhan.

Inside the waterfall curtain, except for the sound of water, there was silence.Looking at the skylight, it seemed a little dim, as if it was almost dusk.

Wu Zhanzhan flexed his fingers, pinched them, and said to Ding Ermiao: "Ermiao, sit behind Gu Qinglan and help her sit upright. I'll cast the soul-stabilizing spell on her."

"Thank you for your hard work, junior sister." Ding Ermiao was not polite, sat behind Gu Qinglan and supported Gu Qinglan.Since Wu Zhanzhan was willing to take action, Ding Ermiao just took the opportunity to take a rest.

Seeing that Gu Qinglan's body was sitting properly, Wu Zhanzhan took a few steps back and focused on reciting the soul-fixing mantra.Following the sound of the incantation, streaks of almost invisible blue light entered Gu Qinglan's body.

Five minutes later, Gu Qinglan still didn't wake up.

Ding Ermiao was a little anxious and asked Wu Zhanzhan: "Junior sister, are you not strong enough? How about you support Gu Qinglan while I recite the incantation?"

Wu Zhanzhan relaxed his judgment, rolled his eyes, and said: "So, your skill is very profound? Humph..."

"No, I was worried about Gu Qinglan's safety, so... I didn't hesitate to speak." Ding Ermiao felt uncomfortable for a while and hesitated.

"Gu Qinglan's soul was severely damaged. Even if it is repaired, it will not wake up so quickly." Wu Zhanzhan walked over, looked at Gu Qinglan's eyelids, and said, "It will probably take half an hour before he wakes up."

"Okay, let's wait a little longer." Ding Ermiao smiled sarcastically, not speaking easily.

With his own skills, Ding Ermiao felt that he could wake up Gu Qinglan immediately, but since Wu Zhanzhan said so, Wu Zhanzhan would definitely lose face if he took action.

This junior sister is a master who never admits defeat. She is headstrong and willful, just like Senior Uncle Long Shuanghuo.

After checking Gu Qinglan's pulse for a while, Ding Ermiao also knew that Gu Qinglan's problem was not serious.But what confused him was why Gu Qinglan's three souls and seven souls were suddenly severely damaged in the tomb chamber?

"Junior sister, why was Gu Qinglan's soul so seriously damaged?" Ding Ermiao raised his head and asked Wu Zhanzhan: "I was by her side at the time, and I didn't notice anyone doing anything or other evil attacks."

"You didn't even know it when you were here, how could I know?" Wu Zhanzhan rolled his eyes again, pointed at the water curtain, and said: "Take Gu Qinglan out first and find a place to light a fire. Her body temperature is not normal yet, she needs to Increase body temperature."

Ding Ermiao nodded, carried Gu Qinglan on his back, opened the umbrella with one hand, and walked out of the water curtain.After walking out of the waterfall curtain and looking at the sky, I still couldn't determine the specific time.

"Do you know what time it is?" Ding Ermiao asked Wu Zhanzhan.

"The phone is soaked in water, I don't know." Wu Zhanzhan glanced at his watch and said, "The watch doesn't spin anymore, it's all due to the influence of the Crouching Tiger Stone."

"Gu Qinglan's backpack is waterproof, and her phone can also tell the time. Take it out and have a look."

Wu Zhanzhan agreed, took out Gu Qinglan's mobile phone, took a look at it after turning it on, and said: "Afternoon, a quarter past three."

"It's already a quarter past three. Alas... I stayed in the tomb passage for a long time again." Ding Ermiao sighed, carried Gu Qinglan on his back and walked around the lake.

The southern shore of the lake is very humid because of the waterfall, and it always feels like drizzle around you.Here, there is no material or place to make a fire.

So Ding Ermiao had no choice but to carry Gu Qinglan on his back and head to the northwest shore of the lake, where the fish was grilled in the morning. There were still some dry wood and dead branches that could be used to make a fire.

Ding Ermiao carried Gu Qinglan on his back while Wu Zhanzhan collected some dead branches along the way.It's probably because there is no sunshine all year round in Savage Valley, so photosynthesis is insufficient and the trees here are not big.Many small trees as thick as an arm have begun to die.

When Ding Ermiao returned to the place where the fish was grilled in the morning with Gu Qinglan on his back, Wu Zhanzhan also collected a lot of dead branches.Wu Zhanzhan sat on the ground, holding Gu Qinglan in his arms, and Ding Ermiao was in charge of lighting the fire.

The Savage High Priest was tied to a tree a few feet away by Wu Zhanzhan with his hands behind his back, and was pitifully waiting for someone to release him.

The high priest originally injured a leg, and later broke an arm. After struggling for such a long time, he almost only had half a life left.Not to mention tying him to a tree, even if he were let go, he probably wouldn't be able to run away.

Ding Ermiao glared at the high priest and started to light a fire to keep Gu Qinglan warm without letting him go.

When the bonfire was lit, Gu Qinglan woke up and groaned.

"Sister Lan, Sister Lan, are you awake? How do you feel?" Ding Ermiao hurried up and asked.

Wu Zhanzhan looked at Ding Ermiao and raised his eyebrows, looking quite proud.Because the time when Gu Qinglan woke up was roughly consistent with Wu Zhanzhan's judgment just now, which was just over half an hour.

"I..., where am I? Zhanzhan, have you found it?" Gu Qinglan opened her eyes and asked confusedly.

Judging from her appearance, she is not fully awake yet.But the first thing he said after waking up was that he was concerned about Wu Zhanzhan's safety, which moved Wu Zhanzhan very much.

"I'm here, Gu Qinglan, don't worry." Wu Zhanzhan said, sitting behind Gu Qinglan.

Ding Ermiao brought a handful of water from the lake and fed Gu Qinglan to drink it.

Gu Qinglan gradually recovered her sanity, looked at Wu Zhanzhan, smiled calmly, and said, "Zhanzhan, I finally found you."

Wu Zhanzhan took care of Gu Qinglan, and Ding Ermiao walked to the high priest.

"Old guy, your life is tough enough. Are you still alive?" Ding Ermiao raised his hand, ready to slap the old guy twice. Seeing how old and pitiful he was, he still couldn't do it.

After untying the high priest's hands, Ding Ermiao led the high priest to the campfire and asked, "Old man, tell me, why are you always thinking of harming us?"

The high priest was silent.

Ding Ermiao continued to press, but Wu Zhanzhan stopped him and said, "Ermiao, there's no point in arguing with him now. Go catch a few fish to eat while it's still dark, otherwise you'll have a hard time this night."

"Hmph, I'll take care of you when I come back!" Ding Ermiao glared at the high priest, picked up Gu Qinglan's crossbow, and went to the lake to shoot fish.

There were more fish in the afternoon than in the morning, and they were all swimming around in the shallow water, as if they were waiting for Ding Ermiao to catch them.In less than 10 minutes, Ding Ermiao shot seven or eight fish up with a crossbow.

Gu Qinglan was able to sit firmly on her own, and Wu Zhanzhan began to grill the fish.

Unexpectedly, before a fish was cooked, the savage high priest suddenly looked up at the sky and screamed!
Ding Ermiao and Gu Qinglan, Wu Zhanzhan were both stunned. They followed the gaze of the Savage High Priest to the sky above the lake, and then let out a scream together!
In the sky above the big lake, another picture appeared.

In the picture, there is still a scene in the tomb of Queen Mengmao.Queen Mengmao is still sleeping on the bed, and her beauty is still enchanting.

But there were two more people beside the Queen's Jasper bed.

One is Gu Qinglan and the other is Ding Ermiao.

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