Chapter 253: Live Another Life

Everyone was silent for a while.

Xu Yuelong saw that no one was talking, so he knew that everyone was thinking something else and waved his hand.

"It's not that bad. They came back to life, but their overall strength has dropped by more than 30%, especially their reaction speed, which is very slow and they have no reaction to pain.

So it's definitely not a real resurrection, it's more like something has stood up again by borrowing their bodies."

Everyone heard this, not only did not relax, but became more nervous.

Ran Zhongshi asked.

"Are you sure it's resurrection after death, not recovery from serious injuries?"

Martial artists have strong vitality and can survive for a while even if their heads are lost.

This is even more true for masters. As long as their heads are not crushed by someone's foot, they can be reconnected in time and take healing pills, and survival is not a big problem.

At most, the wound will ache every rainy day in the future.

If the two masters were seriously injured and dying, they extracted the vitality of other believers to recover themselves, it would not be difficult to understand.

However, disappointingly, Xu Yuelong shook his head and gave a negative answer.

He held the white cloth in front of him, which was flashing with colorful lights. It was obviously not an ordinary item. Inside was a knife-shaped weapon.

Dragon Elephant Prison Sword?

Liang Qu thought of the two Wusheng Xuanbing mentioned by Xiang Fangsu.

The owner of one of them was the newly promoted Wusheng who made a big splash a few days ago. I think the other one is with Wei Lin.

"Even if we feel it wrong, Wusheng Xuanbing will not. Xuanbing is an extension of Wusheng's hands and eyes. From falling to standing up, it is indeed..."

"Go back and talk."

Yang Dongxiong held Xu Yuelong's shoulders.

Xu Yuelong looked up and found that all the other martial artists outside the circle pricked up their ears and tried to inquire.

The two masters were resurrected from the dead, and even he was a little shaken, not to mention ordinary martial artists.

It will shake the morale of the army.

"Today is too tiring. Even with the help of the mysterious soldiers, I am still nervous.

The master's vitality is really strong. I didn't expect that the Ghost Mother Cult has such an evil ability to extract the lives of others for their own use and treat injuries.

Everyone, go back and rest quickly. The abnormality on the island will not dissipate for a while. Maybe you have to stay on the ship for a few days before you can come back to clean up the battlefield.

The registration of merits will take a few days. I hope you understand."

Xu Yuelong laughed uselessly, and everyone moved forward to the outside of the island in silence.

The Broad Belly Ark and the Tower Ship met at the edge of the island.

The soldiers in charge of the guard learned that they needed to stay for a while and find a place with a suitable water level to dock the Tower Ship. They went ashore to clean up the dense forests on the nearby islands to make temporary bases and settle the wounded.

The doctor on board carried splints and cloth, treated the wounded one by one, poured healing pills, fixed the dislocated bones, and pulled the seriously injured back from the brink of death.

It was dawn, and a wisp of blue light burst out from the skyline.

Liang Qu took a bath in the lake, changed his clothes and came to the top floor of the ship.

There were many low tables in the middle of the hall, filled with food of all kinds, many of which were medicinal foods.

Liang Qu looked around and sat next to Xiang Fangsu.

Xiang Fangsu moved his butt, made room, and pointed to the casserole on the table.

"The radish and mutton stew is good, try it."

"Okay."

It is said that there are four irons in life: carrying guns together, studying together, sharing spoils together, and using guns together.

It makes sense that carrying guns is ranked first. Nothing can enhance feelings better than being comrades-in-arms together.

The battle was hard, Liang Qu's stomach was empty, and he didn't care about communicating. He ate something to fill his stomach first.

After he came, Ran Zhongshi and others and several high-level officials of the Demon Hunting Division also dressed up and rushed over.

Counting the number of people, there were a few less.

This operation was more against less, basically an advantageous game.

There are more than 20 wolves on the Ghost Mother Sect side, and Xu Yuelong has about the same number of people. Counting Wei Lin's side, it is the total number of masters in the Hebo Institute, plus the Demon Hunting Department, that is four times the difference. Even if there are some places that are not in place when they are dispersed, there are very few.

Maybe they were injured and went back to rest early, so the possibility of death is not high.

The masters sent their children here to seek a rich and prosperous future. A small branch is not simply fighting against the Hebo Institute and the Demon Hunting Department.

At least this time the Ghost Mother Sect was thoroughly investigated. Liang Qu didn't believe that the group of marquises didn't provide help.

When everyone arrived and asked again about the resurrection of the Ghost Mother Sect's master, Xu Yuelong, who was the first, repeated his point of view.

Sui Hongyan and Yang Dongxiong nodded in agreement.

It is indeed "die first, then live", and the feeling of the qi being cut off in the middle is not wrong.

Everyone was in an uproar.

A high-ranking official of the Monster Hunting Division was puzzled: "Even if it is 'evil', resurrection from the dead is too 'evil'! The Ghost Mother Cult must have made some kind of expansion to the 'remnants'!"

"Ordinary 'evil' creatures can never do this!"

"It's a pity that not even a tongue was left. The survivors left before are now dead. It's a good way to kill two birds with one stone."

"There are many kinds of 'remnants' after the incident, but I have never heard of someone who can bring people back to life."

"No, it's not that there haven't been any before."

Ran Zhongshi touched his chin and muttered to himself. When he looked up, he found that everyone present was looking at him, and hurriedly said.

"I forgot which book I read it in, but I only remember that there was a martial saint who died of old age, and lived for more than 800 years.

The ‘remnants’ he left behind after his death were filled with strong reluctance. When his descendants were cleaning up his body, they accidentally discovered this strong ‘remnant’, and then this ‘remnant’ suddenly occupied the body of the Martial Saint and came back to life.

His life performance and memory content were no different from those of the Martial Saint before his death.

Under such circumstances, he lived for more than 60 years, and in total, he was more than 900 years old!

I have forgotten some of the specific content and details, but this is roughly what it means.

When I first saw that story, I was only twelve or thirteen years old. I showed it to my father, and my father said that it was a fabrication of the power of the Martial Saint by the country people.

I believed what my father said at the time, but looking at it today, it may not be false. ”

Everyone was shocked when they heard it. There are all kinds of strange things in the world.

Relying on the “remnants” left after death to be reborn, and the performance is no different from that of the Martial Saint before his death?

Ke Wenbin asked: “But is the one who came back to life really the Martial Saint? ”

The "remnants" after the death of the Martial Saint are, after all, just an obsession, a thought.

The will is so strong that it can survive without the body and leave a trace in the world.

Some "remnants" can stay on objects. Obviously, the body of this Martial Saint is the object of the "remnants".

Ran Zhongshi shook his head: "I don't know, but the descendants of the Martial Saint insist that it is the Martial Saint."

Yes, how can he not insist.

The family with the Martial Saint and the family without the Martial Saint are completely two different concepts.

No matter what the truth is, he must be.

Sui Hongyan asked: "What happened to that family later? Is there any situation?"

"It's not written in the book." Ran Zhongshi replied, but he thought about it and changed his words, "It may also be that I felt that the second half was meaningless at the time and didn't read it. "

Xu Yuelong said: "Can you still find the book you read at the time? What's it called? "

Ran Zhongshi frowned: "I can't remember whether I saw it in the clan school or at home. I can only write a letter to ask my father to send someone to look for it. I can't guarantee whether it can be found. "

Xu Yuelong said: "Go ahead."

"Okay."

Ran Zhongshi agreed.

Everyone discussed the gains and losses of the Ghost Mother Sect today, and went back to rest.

After a night of fighting, everyone was exhausted.