Chapter 375 Good guy or bad guy

The old man stopped what he was doing, looked up at his granddaughter, and said with a kind smile: "Although we work hard, we can still get by. But that sick uncle, he was so seriously injured, if we don't save him, he will die. undoubtedly!"

"In this world, good people are always rewarded. As a human being... you must always have a kind heart and treat others well!"

The little girl then tilted her neck and continued to ask: "Good people are rewarded? But Grandpa, you always help other people, why do those evil people always come to bully us?"

Hearing this, the old man sighed, stretched out his dry palm to gently touch his granddaughter's head, and said sincerely: "Feier, you must remember that there are good people and bad people in this world."

"Good people will sincerely help others, while bad people will hurt others."

"Once those people come again, you must hide!"

The little girl nodded in understanding.

"Don't worry, grandpa, I'm smart. If I hide, no one can find me!"

"Grandpa, tell me... is Uncle Sick a good person or a bad person?" .??.

"If he is a bad guy, will he hurt us?"

As he said that, the little girl couldn't help but look back.

Behind the two people were three houses that were old and in disrepair.

In one of the rooms, there lay a figure of a young man in a blue shirt who was in a coma and looked to be in his twenties.

This young man was none other than Su Twelve who used the Little Zhoutian teleportation talisman to escape from Qifeng Mountain in Yunhan that day.

The moment he escaped, Su Twelve relaxed, and his severely overdrawn body finally found it difficult to hold on.

The light dissipated, and I felt as if I had fallen into a river, but before I could react, I passed out.

"Good guy or bad guy? This...I'm afraid we can only find out when he wakes up."

"But...his face doesn't look like a treacherous one."

"Even if he is a bad guy, if we save him, we won't repay him with kindness!"

The old man said while thinking, and when he thought about this problem, his eyes could not help but reveal a bit of worry.

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In the room, Su Twelve was still unconscious. The old man would go into the mountains every few days to look for medicinal materials.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

In the darkness, Su Twelve finally opened his eyes little by little, only to find that his eyes were pitch black, he could not speak, and he could not move his body.

It feels like the soul is imprisoned in a dark and small space.

"Huh? Where am I...?"

"If I remember correctly, I probably fell into the water after leaving that day."

"Could it be that... I was rescued by someone? But what is the current situation? Why... can't I control my body and can't feel the flow of true energy in my body?"

Su Twelve was feeling doubtful in his heart. At this moment, a conversation suddenly came to his ears.

"Grandpa, it's been so long, why is your sick uncle still not awake?"

"Don't worry. The medicinal materials I collected last time when I went into the mountain seemed to be the Ganoderma lucidum grass used by immortal cultivators. His condition is much better than before."

"Hey, really...his eyelids seem to have moved!"

"This is a good thing. I will go into the mountains again in a few days to collect more Ganoderma lucidum and come back. I believe it won't take long for him to wake up!"

"Ah, going into the mountains? But your injury..."

"Don't worry, grandpa's old bones are still very strong!"

"Hmph! Those hateful villains are so hateful! I wonder if Uncle Sick will

If you know martial arts, that would be great. When the time comes, you must let Uncle Sick take care of those guys! "

"Silly girl, when we save people, we don't want others to do anything for them. Ahem...give this bowl of medicine to your sick uncle quickly. Grandpa will go cook for you!"

The conversation ringing in his ears gradually disappeared, and then Su Twelve felt his head being lifted up, and a stream of heat flowed from his mouth, along his throat and into his abdomen.

Within a moment, heat spread all over his limbs.

Under the influence of the medicine, I just felt that my body was full of vitality and began to slowly and gradually recover.

The speed of recovery from injuries cannot be said to be slow, it can only be said to be very slow.

But it is a real hope.

Obviously, the Ganoderma lucidum mentioned by the other party should be some kind of spiritual grass used by immortal cultivators.

"It seems... I was rescued by the grandfather and grandson after I fell into the water."

"Listening to their conversation, their living situation should not be too good. Unexpectedly... not only saved my life, but also found spiritual herbs for my healing."

"After you recover from your injuries, you must repay them well."

Su Twelve's thoughts turned secretly, and he warned himself silently in his heart.

At this moment, he felt a lot in his heart.

Although the conversation between the two was simple, it reminded him of his grandfather.

Back then, he was not as well-behaved as this child, and he often made his grandfather angry.

Looking back now, I feel a little wrong, but the person has passed away, the dream has been shattered, and I want to make up for it, but there is no way to do it.

Time passes day by day.

Every few days, the old man would find the so-called Ganoderma lucidum and make a medicinal soup for Su Twelve to take.

Under the effect of the medicinal decoction, Su Twelve was soon able to feel the temperature changes in the outside world.

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The dark world in front of me also changed from pure black to dim color.

In the sight, there was a hint of dawn.

That is the light of hope.

After several times, Su Twelve regained consciousness and was able to make slight movements with a flick of his fingers.

However, his heart sank to the bottom at this moment.

The injuries on his body were gradually repaired, but the meridians in his body were filled with impurities during the repair process. The blocked meridians prevented him from feeling the slightest flow of true energy.

The sea of consciousness is full of devastation and a mess.

The spiritual consciousness cannot be activated, the true energy is difficult to sense, and the Qihai Dantian is unresponsive, just like a silent extinct volcano.

At this time, he can be said to be like a mortal.

Even... worse than a mortal!

Only now did Su Twelve realize how much the previous battle had affected him!

"The physical injuries heal easily, but the issue of the sea of consciousness and true energy seems to take a lot of effort to deal with!"

"Sigh... Right now, I can only wait until my health gets better first, and then try to solve it!"

Su Twelve lay on the bed, silently thinking about how to deal with it next.

There was a creak and the door rang.

The little girl walked into the room carrying a bowl of steaming medicinal soup.

Her face turned red under the heat, and her grinned mouth was filled with joy.

"Uncle Sick, grandpa has found a better fairy grass this time. Take this bowl of medicinal soup and you will wake up soon!"

"If you are a bad person, don't hurt me and grandpa when you wake up!"

"If you are a good person, you might be able to help me and grandpa."