Chapter 3036 Shen Tianyu 436

Wuya Zi patted Gu Chuchu's back, "Child, don't be sad. It's a blessing that he came back. Whether he's dead or alive, at least we've seen him. In any case, whether he's alive or dead, we've seen his body. I have no regrets."

Hearing Wuya Zi's serious words, Gu Chuchu cried even harder.

When she first met Sheng Po, she only thought that this man was very handsome, so handsome that it took her breath away. His handsomeness was different from that of her own brothers, with a charming and seductive quality.

He's so special.

She developed a strong curiosity about him.

Later, after learning about his background and his mysterious origins, she felt both fear and curiosity towards him. After several encounters, she realized that he wasn't as evil as she had imagined.

He clearly liked her but kept pushing her away, while secretly and indirectly treating her well, transferring several large sums of money to her through other channels.

But he suddenly died.

Respect for the dead is paramount; death makes people forget all their shortcomings and only remember their good qualities.

Now, suddenly seeing him in person, a person so cold and pale that he looked like he had been dead for three days without being buried, Gu Chuchu's young and naive heart could not accept such a complicated reality.

Gu Xiao knocked on the door and entered.

Seeing Sheng Po's appearance, he was also taken aback.

After listening to Wu Yazi's words, he took out a few tissues to wipe Gu Chuchu's tears and coaxed her, "Don't cry, just wait a little longer, he will definitely wake up."

Gu Chuchu gazed at the stiff, pale Sheng Po, her usually sweet voice slightly hoarse, "He's awake, but can he still be the same as before?"

Gu Xiao remained silent.

Although he had never fought against Zong Ding's faction, he had long heard about the practices of these sorcerers and shamans in Southeast Asia.

Among them were some good sorcerers and wizards, but Zong Ding's group was definitely not. This group was extremely cruel and had no bottom line in their actions, especially the sorcerers who practiced flying head sorcery. Flying head sorcery is very difficult to master; it requires going through many hardships and killing many people to learn it. Life is like chickens, ducks, cattle, and horses in their hands.

To them, Sheng Po was a traitor, and if they captured him, they would show him no mercy.

Even if he wakes up, it will be difficult for him to go back to the way he was before.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Gu Chuchu was still young and had been pampered by her family since childhood. After crying for a while, she fell asleep in her father's arms.

Wuya Zi brought a blanket and covered her with it.

Gu Xiao remained motionless, letting his daughter lean against him.

While sleeping, Gu Chuchu suddenly jolted awake and opened her eyes.

She rushed to see Shengpo.

Sheng Po lay on the bed, still pale-faced, with his eyes closed, showing no sign of waking up.

She turned to look at Wuyazi, "Grandpa Wuyazi, how many hours have passed?"

Wuya Zi replied with a mournful face, "Three whole hours have passed. Could that Master Mao Jun be lying to us? He said that Apo would definitely wake up in one hour at the earliest and three hours at the latest. But even the latest time has passed, and Apo still hasn't woken up."

He couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up and walked towards the door. "No, I have to go find him! It's a matter of life and death! Although Apo is neither my disciple nor my grand-disciple, I still want him to live."

He opened the door and walked out.

We arrived at the front of Master Mao's house.

It was already getting light.

He rang the doorbell urgently.

A few minutes later, Mao Junzhen's sleepy voice, tinged with impatience, came from inside the room: "Who is it? Disturbing my sleep so early in the morning, are you being rude?"

Wu Yazi said irritably, "Sleep, sleep, all you do is sleep! Three hours have passed and Apo still hasn't woken up. Is your medicated plaster even working? You're not just trying to fool me, are you? If Apo doesn't wake up, I'll make you pay for the rest of my life!"

Master Mao was still lying in bed when he slowly said, "He's already awake."

"He's not awake! His eyes aren't open, and he's not breathing!"

Master Mao said with certainty, "He's definitely awake. There's a reason he's not opening his eyes. Is there too many people in his room?"

"How could that be? I've been cultivating Taoism for many years. Do you think I can't tell whether he's awake or not? There's only me, Xiao Chuchu, and Gu Xiao in the room. Xiao Chuchu is the girl he likes, and Gu Xiao is Xiao Chuchu's father. If he's awake, there's no way he wouldn't want to see Xiao Chuchu."

"Let them both get out."

Wuya Zi pondered for a moment, "I'll listen to you this time. If Apo still doesn't wake up, I'll come back to settle the score with you!"

Master Mao sighed, "You old Taoist, you're so unreasonable. I'm trying to help you, but listen to your tone, it's like I owe you something!"

Wuya Zi ignored his complaints and turned to leave.

Back in the room, Wuya Zi said to Gu Chuchu and Gu Xiao, "Xiao, you've been up all night, you must be tired. Take Chuchu back to the room to wash her face, have breakfast, and then come back."

Gu Xiao wanted to say that he wasn't sleepy.

But seeing that Wuya Zi's eyes were blinking as if there were bugs in them, he stood up and said, "Okay, I'll take Chu Chu back to her room to rest for a while. You should get some sleep too."

He helped Gu Chuchu walk out.

Hearing the father and daughter walk away, Wuya Zi slammed the door shut, then walked to the bedside and said to Sheng Po, "They're gone, kid, you should wake up now, right?"

He spoke lightly, but Wuya Zi was inwardly filled with anxiety.

He learned the "Feign Death Technique" from the Maoshan School, and although he didn't master it, he knew how risky this technique was.

It damages the heart, kidneys, blood vessels, and the body; ordinary people simply cannot withstand it and should not use it. Even those with special abilities should not use it multiple times.

This is the second time Shengpo has used it.

And this time his body was too cold to stand still.

Wuya Zi repeated it several times, but Sheng Po showed no signs of waking up.

Wuya Zi was so anxious that he wanted to go and settle accounts with Master Mao Jun again.

He had just jumped to the doorway when a low cough suddenly came from behind him.

Wuya Zi's hand, which was opening the door, stopped abruptly.

He quickly turned to look at Sheng Po, "Kid, are you coughing?"

No one responded to him.

Sheng Po remained lying motionless.

That cough just now felt like a hallucination.

Wuya Zi rushed to the bedside like a gust of wind and shook Sheng Po's arm, "Boy, Po, Po'er, my goodness, were you coughing just now?"

He put his hand under his nose; there was a faint breath.

Overjoyed, he hurriedly touched Sheng Po's carotid artery, where a faint pulse could be felt.

Wuya Zi was overjoyed, "Apo, Apo, you're really awake? Old Daoist Mao Jun was right!"

He held his cold hands in his palms. "Your hands are too cold. Let me warm them up for you."

He rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his cold arms.

Sheng Po slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes darted around, slowly scanning the entire room before finally settling on Wuyazi's face.

His eyes were jet black, unusually black, both dark and cold, like the kind of blackness found in a desolate, starless, and moonless wilderness on a cold winter night.

He looked at Wuyazi with a cold and unfamiliar gaze.

Wuya Zi was stunned. “Boy, I am your senior, Wuya Zi. I am the old Taoist priest that your grandmother once saved. Don’t you recognize me?”

Sheng Po's eyes remained unfamiliar and cold.