Chapter 8
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The window downstairs was pushed open, and a freckled woman with her toothbrush outstretched her head and muttered vaguely, “What do you want.”
“Give me a bag of cereals, do you have eggs? Two.”
“When did you get rich to eat well?” The toothpaste foam in her mouth dropped, “Wait. “
“Eh!” Chu Qianxun stopped her and added, “Do you have any sugar candy? Give me a little.”
Eggs and sugar candy were precious goods in this era, and were expensive.
Chu Qianxun hung a basket from the window. Five green first-order magic crystals were placed in the basket, and then a small bag of food was exchanged. In her memory, this was the food that person liked.
A moment later, she placed a bowl of cooked oatmeal on Gao Yan’s bed. She had knocked eggs in the porridge. It still had a trace of sweetness. Gao Yan almost cried.
Chu Qianxun packed the remaining porridge in an insulated pot, packed up a backpack, and went out of town.
The small building outside the city looked the same as when she left.
Chu Qianxun lifted the layers of vines and drilled in.
The sky outside was already bright, and the sight inside the house was dim. The room was covered with thick dust, and there were vaguely visible pieces of broken furniture left in the corner.
In the middle of the floor, there was a bottle of water with a lid open and dry food. It was not moved by anyone.
On the side of the food was a large pool of shocking blood. Chu Qianxun followed the trail of blood dragging, and found a curled body in a narrow corner of the wall.
His head was against the wall, his face was pale and he seemed to be unconscious. The blood under him meandered along the wall.
On the floor in front of him, a small cluster of yellow sand piled up, and in the center of the yellow sand was a small night light that was still shimmering.
Although his hand was injured and it hurt so badly, he used his power to drag this light to his side.
Chu Qianxun touched Ye Peitian carefully, and the body leaning against the wall fell into her arms.
She grabbed the cold body in one hand and uncovered the coat that was almost soaked in blood in one hand.
It revealed his injured body. There were several deep wounds on Ye Peitian’s body. Those scary wounds flashed thin black arcs from time to time. As the wounds begin to heal, those arcs flashed again, tearing the wounds from the inside again.
Ye Peitian was an immortal. His recovery ability should have been amazing. His wounds, the fractures of his hands should’ve already been healed and he would no longer bleed. But these special wounds on his body were still cracking repeatedly, leaving him in a state of continuous blood loss.
Chu Qianxun’s brows were tightly wrinkled. Such a wound was caused by a holy weapon with a “bleeding” effect.
The so-called holy weapon was a weapon made by the human after killing the demon. If they were cleverly designed and well-made, they could absorb some of the demon’s abilities during their lifetime. So weapons with special abilities were called holy weapons.
Holy artifacts with “bleeding” effects were very rare, and were the weapons most saints desired to have the most. Wounds made by such weapons would continue to bleed and couldn’t be healed. The wounds on Ye Peitian’s body were caused by such a high-level weapon.
To heal this injury, one needed to apply a liquid extracted from the body of the demon, and then use the healer’s ability to disperse it, so that they could slowly heal. Most of the wounded people already die of excessive blood loss during treatment.
Ye Peitian wouldn’t die because of this, but it may be another kind of cruelty for him.
Chu Qianxun opened the insulation pot she brought. She reached out, pinched Ye Peitian’s pale lips, and fed him a spoonful of warm oatmeal.
When the hungry body got food, the comatose body reacted. His throat rolled, his bloodless lips trembled and opened. The light tongue stirred gently in his mouth, expressing his extreme desire for food.
The stronger the recovery ability, the greater was the energy consumption while recovering, and there would be a strong sense of hunger. Chu Qianxun didn’t understand why Ye Peitian didn’t eat the food she had left behind.
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The window downstairs was pushed open, and a freckled woman with her toothbrush outstretched her head and muttered vaguely, “What do you want.”
“Give me a bag of cereals, do you have eggs? Two.”
“When did you get rich to eat well?” The toothpaste foam in her mouth dropped, “Wait. “
“Eh!” Chu Qianxun stopped her and added, “Do you have any sugar candy? Give me a little.”
Eggs and sugar candy were precious goods in this era, and were expensive.
Chu Qianxun hung a basket from the window. Five green first-order magic crystals were placed in the basket, and then a small bag of food was exchanged. In her memory, this was the food that person liked.
A moment later, she placed a bowl of cooked oatmeal on Gao Yan’s bed. She had knocked eggs in the porridge. It still had a trace of sweetness. Gao Yan almost cried.
Chu Qianxun packed the remaining porridge in an insulated pot, packed up a backpack, and went out of town.
The small building outside the city looked the same as when she left.
Chu Qianxun lifted the layers of vines and drilled in.
The sky outside was already bright, and the sight inside the house was dim. The room was covered with thick dust, and there were vaguely visible pieces of broken furniture left in the corner.
In the middle of the floor, there was a bottle of water with a lid open and dry food. It was not moved by anyone.
On the side of the food was a large pool of shocking blood. Chu Qianxun followed the trail of blood dragging, and found a curled body in a narrow corner of the wall.
His head was against the wall, his face was pale and he seemed to be unconscious. The blood under him meandered along the wall.
On the floor in front of him, a small cluster of yellow sand piled up, and in the center of the yellow sand was a small night light that was still shimmering.
Although his hand was injured and it hurt so badly, he used his power to drag this light to his side.
Chu Qianxun touched Ye Peitian carefully, and the body leaning against the wall fell into her arms.
She grabbed the cold body in one hand and uncovered the coat that was almost soaked in blood in one hand.
It revealed his injured body. There were several deep wounds on Ye Peitian’s body. Those scary wounds flashed thin black arcs from time to time. As the wounds begin to heal, those arcs flashed again, tearing the wounds from the inside again.
Ye Peitian was an immortal. His recovery ability should have been amazing. His wounds, the fractures of his hands should’ve already been healed and he would no longer bleed. But these special wounds on his body were still cracking repeatedly, leaving him in a state of continuous blood loss.
Chu Qianxun’s brows were tightly wrinkled. Such a wound was caused by a holy weapon with a “bleeding” effect.
The so-called holy weapon was a weapon made by the human after killing the demon. If they were cleverly designed and well-made, they could absorb some of the demon’s abilities during their lifetime. So weapons with special abilities were called holy weapons.
Holy artifacts with “bleeding” effects were very rare, and were the weapons most saints desired to have the most. Wounds made by such weapons would continue to bleed and couldn’t be healed. The wounds on Ye Peitian’s body were caused by such a high-level weapon.
To heal this injury, one needed to apply a liquid extracted from the body of the demon, and then use the healer’s ability to disperse it, so that they could slowly heal. Most of the wounded people already die of excessive blood loss during treatment.
Ye Peitian wouldn’t die because of this, but it may be another kind of cruelty for him.
Chu Qianxun opened the insulation pot she brought. She reached out, pinched Ye Peitian’s pale lips, and fed him a spoonful of warm oatmeal.
When the hungry body got food, the comatose body reacted. His throat rolled, his bloodless lips trembled and opened. The light tongue stirred gently in his mouth, expressing his extreme desire for food.
The stronger the recovery ability, the greater was the energy consumption while recovering, and there would be a strong sense of hunger. Chu Qianxun didn’t understand why Ye Peitian didn’t eat the food she had left behind.
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The window downstairs was pushed open, and a freckled woman with her toothbrush outstretched her head and muttered vaguely, What do you want.Give me a bag of cereals, do you have eggs? Two.When did you get rich to eat well? The toothpaste foam in her mouth dropped, Wait. Eh! Chu Qianxun stopped her and added, Do you have any sugar candy? Give me a little.Eggs and sugar candy were precious goods in this era, and were expensive.Chu Qianxun hung a basket from the window. Five green first-order magic crystals were placed in the basket, and then a small bag of food was exchanged. In her memory, this was the food that person liked.A moment later, she placed a bowl of cooked oatmeal on Gao Yan's bed. She had knocked eggs in the porridge. It still had a trace of sweetness. Gao Yan almost cried.Chu Qianxun packed the remaining porridge in an insulated pot, packed up a backpack, and went out of town.The small building outside the city looked the same as when she left.Chu Qianxun lifted the layers of vines and drilled in.The sky outside was already bright, and the sight inside the house was dim. The room was covered with thick dust, and there were vaguely visible pieces of broken furniture left in the corner.In the middle of the floor, there was a bottle of water with a lid open and dry food. It was not moved by anyone.On the side of the food was a large pool of shocking blood. Chu Qianxun followed the trail of blood dragging, and found a curled body in a narrow corner of the wall.His head was against the wall, his face was pale and he seemed to be unconscious. The blood under him meandered along the wall.On the floor in front of him, a small cluster of yellow sand piled up, and in the center of the yellow sand was a small night light that was still shimmering.Although his hand was injured and it hurt so badly, he used his power to drag this light to his side.Chu Qianxun touched Ye Peitian carefully, and the body leaning against the wall fell into her arms.She grabbed the cold body in one hand and uncovered the coat that was almost soaked in blood in one hand.It revealed his injured body. There were several deep wounds on Ye Peitian's body. Those scary wounds flashed thin black arcs from time to time. As the wounds begin to heal, those arcs flashed again, tearing the wounds from the inside again.Ye Peitian was an immortal. His recovery ability should have been amazing. His wounds, the fractures of his hands should've already been healed and he would no longer bleed. But these special wounds on his body were still cracking repeatedly, leaving him in a state of continuous blood loss.Chu Qianxun's brows were tightly wrinkled. Such a wound was caused by a holy weapon with a bleeding effect.The so-called holy weapon was a weapon made by the human after killing the demon. If they were cleverly designed and well-made, they could absorb some of the demon's abilities during their lifetime. So weapons with special abilities were called holy weapons.Holy artifacts with bleeding effects were very rare, and were the weapons most saints desired to have the most. Wounds made by such weapons would continue to bleed and couldn't be healed. The wounds on Ye Peitian's body were caused by such a high-level weapon.To heal this injury, one needed to apply a liquid extracted from the body of the demon, and then use the healer's ability to disperse it, so that they could slowly heal. Most of the wounded people already die of excessive blood loss during treatment.Ye Peitian wouldn't die because of this, but it may be another kind of cruelty for him.Chu Qianxun opened the insulation pot she brought. She reached out, pinched Ye Peitian's pale lips, and fed him a spoonful of warm oatmeal.When the hungry body got food, the comatose body reacted. His throat rolled, his bloodless lips trembled and opened. The light tongue stirred gently in his mouth, expressing his extreme desire for food.The stronger the recovery ability, the greater was the energy consumption while recovering, and there would be a strong sense of hunger. Chu Qianxun didn't understand why Ye Peitian didn't eat the food she had left behind.Thanks to everyone who's reading this on wordrain. This translation belongs to us. o Support us by comments, or buy Miaomiao11 a coffee ~1 ko-Fi = extra chapterjoin our discord https://discord.gg/jUAXQ3u
