Divine doctor son Ben Hongzhuang

Chapter 3: There Are Living People Among the Dead
But the chaos didn't last too long, and Mo Jiu regained his former calmness.

Although it was unbelievable, there was an answer in her heart, and there were always signs that she was occupying someone else's body now.

To put it plainly, she has time-traveled, and she is still soul-wearing.

Recognizing the fact that he has traveled through time, Mo Jiu slightly frowned.

After frowning for only a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Mo Jiu's mouth.

Mo Jiu had originally died at the hands of his companions, but now he was reborn in this way.

What's more, her portable space also traveled with her. With the portable space and her own skills, even in a strange world, I believe she can live happily.

From the style of the robe and the chest wrapping worn by the original owner, it is not difficult to guess that she is disguised as a man, and the robe is obviously of ancient style. Although I don't know which dynasty she is in, it should be in ancient times.

Mo Jiu understood, and lay down again and closed his eyes.She has just finished the operation, and her body has not yet fully recovered. What she needs most now is rest.

Not long after Mo Jiu lay down, he heard faint groans coming from outside the tent.

Mo Jiu suddenly opened his eyes, it seems that there are still living people among the dead.

If there is a living person, the information of this world can be obtained from that population.Thinking of this, Mo Jiu struggled to get out of the tent.

Looking around, there is a touch of purple in the pile of dead people not far away, it is a bright purple.

Mo Jiu has an excellent memory, and she can be sure that she has never seen such a bright purple before entering the tent.

Mo Jiu quickly approached the purple, only to realize that the purple was a man's robe.The man's black hair was disheveled and he couldn't see his face clearly, his purple robe was stained red with blood, and he was motionless.

Mo Jiu leaned down and took a breath. Although the breath was weak intermittently, he was clearly breathing.

Mo Jiu struggled to drag the man to the tent, as long as he didn't delay for too long, he should be able to save his life.

She herself was also injured. Although the person she was dragging was not heavy, he was a man after all. After dragging him to the tent, which was only a dozen feet away, she was still sweating from exhaustion.

After dragging him to the tent and letting him lie down, he sat slumped aside to take a breath when he saw something shining slightly beside the man.

what?
Mo Jiu stretched out his hand to pick up the thing, and after a closer look, it turned out to be a finger wrench.

The pure black finger glistened slightly under the sun, and felt as warm as jade to the touch, but it was hard to tell what material it was made of.

But what is certain is that she has never seen this finger before, and it should have fallen from the unconscious man.

In order to confirm her speculation, she wanted to put the wrench back on the man's hand, but his fingers were too delicate to fit on any finger.

Doesn't the wrench belong to this person?
When Mo Jiu's probing eyes swept over the face of the man who had been dragged back, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

After the man was put in a supine position by her, the long hair that covered his face slipped aside, revealing his face that was originally covered by the hair.

It was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The young man's closed eyes were thick and long eyelashes were like fans, his eyebrows were long, and his nose was straight. However, his beautiful thin lips turned white due to excessive blood loss.

I don't know if it's because he lost too much blood or his skin is too fair. The young man's face looks like it's finely carved from the best warm white jade. He's obviously a dying person, but he's so beautiful that he just closed his eyes. The state is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

(End of this chapter)