Chapter 3035 Shen Tianyu 435

Shen Tianyu, clutching the hard, solid Sheng Po, leaped toward the riverbank.

Jing Hong then jumped to his side.

He placed his fingertip on Sheng Po's pulse, felt it for half a second, and said, "He's probably completely dead."

Shen Tianyu felt as if dark clouds were pressing down on him.

Although Sheng Po appeared as his enemy, he had fought alongside him before, and he wouldn't feel good if this person really died.

Don't stay here for long.

Shen Tianyu carried Sheng Po and quickly returned to the hotel.

Simply entering the hotel openly like that is clearly not an option.

To avoid trouble, Shen Tianyu decided to take an unconventional approach.

He freed one hand and dialed Wuya Zi's cell phone number, "Senior, open the window in your room."

Wuya Zi, still half-asleep, asked, "Is there news about Apo?"

"Yes."

Wuya Zi jumped out of bed, walked quickly to the window, and opened it.

Shen Tianyu held Sheng Po upright, touched the ground with his right foot, and leaped into the air to Wuya Zi's window.

Then, he handed Sheng Po in.

He then went inside as well.

Jing Hong entered the hotel through the main entrance.

Wuya Zi carried Sheng Po horizontally and placed him on his bed, then checked Sheng Po's breathing, carotid artery, heart, and pulse.

Then he pulled out his suitcase from under the bed, took out a small medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and put it into Sheng Po's mouth.

But Shengpo's body was too stiff, and his jaw was clenched very tightly.

The medicine couldn't be inserted.

Wu Yazi frowned and said, "I suspect that Jing Ge used the Maoshan fake death technique to make Apo fake his death and then smuggled him out. I learned the fake death technique from Maoshan. I used it on Apo before, but that time Apo wasn't as tough and could still take medicine. This time the medicine won't go in, what should we do? If the medicine is taken too late, even if a god came, it would be too late. Besides, this fake death medicine is too damaging to the heart meridian."

Shen Tianyu took the pill from his hand and dissolved it in hot water to make a medicinal liquid.

Next, let the water cool down.

He soaked a tissue in the medicine and dripped it onto Sheng Po's jaw.

Very little can penetrate.

The effect is not significant.

Wuya Zi was so anxious that he paced back and forth, then channeled his inner energy into Sheng Po.

However, Shengpo still did not open his eyes, his body temperature did not change at all, and his pulse did not beat.

Wuya Zi was so angry that he stomped his feet.

As he paced back and forth, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Have Xiao Chuchu come over, put the medicine in her mouth, and feed it to Apo."

Shen Tianyu immediately refused, "Sheng Po's teeth are clenched too tightly. Even if Chu Chu comes, she won't be able to get any food in. She's too young. If Sheng Po doesn't survive, it will hurt her even more. Keep this a secret for now. If she asks, just say you haven't found it."

Wuya Zi sneered in anger and flung his sleeve.

There was a knock on the door.

Wuya Zi asked irritably, "Who?"

"Jing Hong."

Wuya Zi walked quickly to the door and opened it.

Behind Jing Hong followed Master Mao Jun.

Wuya Zi, who was usually competitive and always boasted that his skills were superior to those of Master Mao Jun, was anxious at this moment and muttered repeatedly, "Old Mao, you've come at the right time. Apo has been brought back, but he's too stiff. I tried to feed him the antidote for the fake death drug, but he won't swallow it. I also tried to get him to circulate his internal energy, but that didn't work either. Do you have any good ideas?"

Master Mao walked up to Sheng Po.

After a thorough inspection, he took out a brocade bag containing talismans from his pocket, pulled one out, and then waved his finger in the air, causing a flame to ignite between his fingers.

He lit the talisman and chanted incantations.

He then took out five plaster-like objects from the brocade bag, sticking one on Sheng Po's navel, another on Sheng Po's philtrum, and also on his forehead and the soles of his feet.

After doing all this, Master Mao said, "He will wake up in one to three hours."

Wuya Zi was overjoyed upon hearing this, "Really? Apo can really wake up?"

Master Mao nodded.

Upon hearing that everything was settled, Wuya Zi began to curse again: "You old Taoist priest Mao Jun! Back when I went to Maoshan to learn his skills, you actually hid them from me, causing me to learn them in a haphazard way. Luckily, Apo was lucky last time, otherwise he would have really died at my hands."

Master Mao Jun curled his left lip slightly, "Senior, you stole my Maoshan magic and you still have the nerve to say that? Sheng Po can be awakened, but whether he can be restored to his original state, I can't guarantee."

After saying that, he flicked his long sleeves and turned to leave.

Wuya Zi immediately deflated and hurriedly chased after him, "Oh dear, Lao Mao, this child Apo is so pitiful. He died in the line of duty. Please save him. I swear, I will never secretly go to your Maoshan to steal your skills again."

Master Mao said, "He has already fallen into Zong Ding's hands. Do you think he can escape unscathed? Let's wait until he wakes up before making any decisions."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be putting on airs, Wuya Zi let go of him.

He returned to Shengpo, took his hand, and said in a tearful voice, "Apo, Apo, please wake up soon. Although I only have a slight connection with your grandmother, I don't know why, but I really like you. For you, I even neglected my beloved disciple."

Sheng Po's hands were still very cold, showing no signs of warming up.

Wuya Zi lowered his head to examine the plaster, muttering to himself, "Is this lousy plaster even useful? Is that old Taoist priest Mao trying to fool me?"

He was anxious.

In his haste, he even forgot that Jing Hong was still in the room.

Jing Hong said, "Human life is of paramount importance, and my grandfather still has that much sense of propriety."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Wuya Zi continued to bury himself in calling out to Sheng Po.

Shen Tianyu and Jing Hong exchanged a glance.

The two left.

Not long after I left, I saw a beautiful figure standing in the corridor.

The figure slowly walked towards the two of them; she had a sweet little face and was slender and delicate.

Because she had lost so much weight, her already large eyes appeared even larger.

It’s Gu Chuchu.

As she approached, Gu Chuchu looked at Shen Tianyu and asked, "Brother Tianyu, why did you suddenly mobilize so many people? Is there news about Shengpo?"

Shen Tianyu looked down at her, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Gu Chuchu's gaze was unwavering. "There's news about Sheng Po, isn't there?"

Shen Tianyu pondered for a moment and said, "He will wake up in three hours."

Gu Chuchu's heart leaped into her throat, her heart overflowing with joy!

She grabbed his sleeve, her eyes wide. "He's still alive?"

Shen Tianyu hummed lightly.

"Is he alright?" Her voice trembled slightly.

There were no obvious external injuries.

"What about internal injuries?"

Shen Tianyu said, "We have to wait until he wakes up..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Chuchu let go of his sleeve and ran towards Wuya Zi's room.

She pounded on the door urgently, calling out, "Grandpa Wuya Zi, it's me, Xiao Chuchu, open the door."

Wuya Zi hurriedly came over to open the door.

Gu Chuchu ran up to Sheng Po like the wind.

She was stunned by his appearance.

That handsome face, with its alluring features, was as white as if someone had been dead for three days and hadn't been buried yet.

Even though his face was deathly pale and his eyes were tightly closed, like a frozen corpse in a freezer, he still possessed an indescribable charm and allure.

Indeed, it is a magnificent spirit.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She buried her face in his body and sobbed, "Shengpo, Shengpo, wake up. Shengpo, Shengpo, it's me, Gu Chuchu. You may have forgotten me, but I've always remembered you."