binnovel Chapter 192: Heizi's Exit
Chapter 192: Heizi's Exit
Upon hearing this, Liu Yu seized on the old patriarch's language loophole and asked, "Why not ask about casualties?"
This is the sharpness of unscrupulous businessmen.
"Were there any men who died in battle?" the old patriarch asked instead of answering.
"No." Liu Yu shook his head.
"That's right." Seeing the three people's puzzled faces, the old patriarch added, "You just need to know that it was Liangshan who took action to protect the lives of our children."
"Oh." The three people of Yifeng looked at each other, and most of the doubts in their hearts disappeared.
After they thought about it quietly last night, they found some suspicious points.
Judging from the injuries of some of the seriously injured, they would have had little chance of survival if they fell from the village wall, but in the end they all miraculously survived.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is a miracle. Later, after Wangmu's meticulous examination, he discovered that there was a magical power in the bodies of the seriously injured that was keeping them alive.
It is this life-saving hope that buys the seriously injured precious time for treatment.
Now the old patriarch's words have cleared up my confusion.
But Yifeng and the other two knew that it was not Shang Liangshan who was keeping the seriously injured alive.
But does it matter whether Shang Liangshan personally saved the lives of the seriously injured soldiers?
Yifeng and Yiliu looked at each other and had the answer in their minds: it was Xiaola who did it.
They had heard Taoist Xuanzhen talk about the magic of elves.
"Dong Dong" the old patriarch knocked on the table, bringing Yifeng and the other two back to their senses.
"There are 96 seriously injured, most of whom are villagers, 62 people, 7 brothers from Huitong Trading Company, 13 people from the escort team, and 14 people from the hunting team." Yifeng drank a glass of wine to moisten his throat and continued, "There are 256 moderately injured, % of whom are villagers. As for the slightly injured..., everyone who participated in the battle was injured, so it's not a big problem."
"Transfer the seriously injured and moderately injured to the village clinic. This way, the injured can recuperate in peace and Wangmu and the others can take care of them." The old patriarch ordered.
Yifeng nodded, he thought so too.
"Awooo." The Silver Wolf Guards who participated in the incense-burning ceremony came back.
The deserted temple guard camp suddenly became lively, and the nanny came online, it was Da Niu and his friends.
After the fierce battle that day, Forgotten Township enjoyed a few days of peace, and the military and civilians almost thought that the Ghost Festival was over.
But the alert lets them know that Ghost Festival is not over.
It was a sunny afternoon, and a barbarian who was on patrol suddenly saw two figures, one old and one young, walking along a weed-covered mountain path.
He looked at them intently, and with a puzzled look on his face, he shouted, "Tu Lao, Fang Kuai, what are you two doing?"
"Haha, let's go out for a walk and see if we can pick up some gold." The soil layer responded happily.
The barbarian's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked curiously, "Did you pick it up?"
"Ah." A fist-sized gold nugget appeared in Cube's hand. He tossed it and it matched perfectly.
"What a huge gold nugget." said the barbarian with shining eyes.
"It's just a few dollars. But I can't give it to you. You have to take it back home and keep it." The old man said happily.
"I understand. I'll go check it out first, so I won't be tempted to look for gold." The barbarian bowed to the soil layer and the blocks, then rode away on his horse to check it out.
He knows his own limitations and is not one to go underground in search of gold.
The soil layer smiled happily when he saw this. The soldiers and people of Forgotten Township were simple and honest, unlike the believers who used to come to their temple every day to pray for wealth.
The happiest people about the return of the soil layers and blocks are Yang Chao and Hanzi.
The former is because of the ore, and the latter is because the grandfather and his brothers have returned.
After collecting the soil and blocks, and handing over the space ring and space bag filled with refined ore, they returned to the Huawai Dojo.
Suddenly, they heard Shang Liangshan's singing.
Under the Iron Hoof of Mountains and Rivers
Turn your hand and the rain will disappear without a trace
White-robed minister
Thank you Fengliuhua
The Capital of Fire Cremation
Hometown and green mountains
Ten-year dream
Love and Hate Break the Buddha
The arrow on the string breaks the sad wind
My name on the banner
At that time, ink was used as dust.
When the war drums shake the stars
How many people have been killed by the three-foot sword?
Dead crows don't cross the cold pond
Afraid that my red clothes will be covered with snow dust
In exchange for fame and dominance over the world...
The cube looked at the soil layer, which signaled him not to disturb and to listen quietly.
The master always gives people surprises.
The grass is green and carpeted. A man lies on the grass, using his hands as a pillow, singing in a trance, with fairy butterflies dancing to his accompaniment.
Such a story is hard to come by in a lifetime.
Hometown and green mountains
Abandon my old pen
Thousands of troops are following my wartime collar
Country and Society
Rise and fall are caused by me
Killing Color Floating Cold Urn
How much hatred is in a folding fan
Still sleeping on Nan Ke
My beloved seems to be separated from me
The geese on the desert send off the wild geese
The bloody wind sets off the journey
At that time, ink was used as dust.
When the war drums shake the stars
How many people have been killed by the three-foot-long sword?
The ethereal singing voice is still there, echoing in the paradise-like Taoist temple, with fairy butterflies dancing and white clouds floating like silk, the artistic conception is just right for him.
Hometown and green mountains
Dead crows don't cross the cold pond
Afraid that my red clothes will be covered with snow dust
Gaining fame and dominating the world
At that time, ink was used as dust.
When the war drums shake the stars
How many people have been killed by the three-foot-long sword?
The singing is not very nice, but it is ethereal and can resonate with people.
If this song is put on the Internet, it will become popular in minutes. One can earn tens of thousands of yuan by holding a live broadcast, which is equivalent to the hard work of typing for a year.
Dead crows don't cross the cold pond
Afraid that my red clothes will be covered with snow dust
Gaining fame and dominating the world
At that time, ink was used as dust.
When the war drums shake the stars
How many people have been killed by the three-foot sword?
Dead crows don't cross the cold pond
Afraid that my red clothes will be covered with snow dust
Gaining fame and dominating the world
La la la la la la la la la…
The song slowly faded away, but the echo remained.
The cry of an eagle was heard throughout the Taoist temple, and those who heard it looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw Heizi surrounded by black wind, rising into the sky and standing shoulder to shoulder with the clouds.
Its momentum was like a rainbow, its body size suddenly increased, and its wingspan increased visibly to six meters, seven meters...
It soon broke through nine meters, but was still rising, and finally settled at just over thirteen meters, a distance of four zhang.
What does it mean to have an owl with a wingspan of four meters? It looks scary.
"Haha, this Heizi has made a breakthrough." He put away his breath and turned back into Heizi with a big head and black body. He laughed weirdly, a typical villain.
"Yaaa" the little square-sized one waved at the black boss and jumped two feet high.
"Heizi, you can actually talk." Tuceng was surprised.
"Ga ga" Heizi laughed strangely and flew towards the block.
"Master." Tucengchong, who was sitting on the grass, greeted Shang Liangshan with a smile on his face.
"Thank you for your hard work. Was the trip going well?" Shang Liang raised his hand and said.
"It went smoothly and we had a great harvest. There are really a lot of minerals near our village." The soil layer rustled.
As for the black piece and the small square, they were talking to each other in their hearts.
Soon Xiaocao also arrived. Xiaoli and Xiaomeng were not there, as they had gone to play with Wangmu.
Xiaola is practicing because he has consumed too much energy.
"Clang, clang..." On the rock wall, the old patriarch sat in the pavilion, leisurely drinking tea and humming a song. His life was so beautiful.
"Haha, Ben Heizi is out of isolation."
"Ahem." The old patriarch was choked by his saliva. He turned to look at Heizi above the Forgotten Temple and said unhappily, "Heizi, the kids are still in class."