Chapter 176 (2/2)

He's just curious. Where is he now?

Here is a dark, a dead silence, the emptiness is amazing.

Is he here in Beifu city or somewhere else?

Except for the burial of sword Valley, Xiaodong never left his original place too far away. The last time I saw Huang Wan dying in Tianji mountain.

This is the first time since I arrived in beifucheng.

Is he still in the house?

But not like Xiao Dong has been to most places in the old house of master's, but there is no such place.

Moreover, Xiaodong instinctively feels that it is not.

Li's house is not.

Not even in Beifu.

Beifucheng is really too cold. It's so cold. It's really freezing. Oh, it's going to turn white. Because of the continuous wind and snow, even bricks and stones are showing a chill.

But the place under the ground is not like a very cold place. It looks very dry. He bent down to look at it, and the place under his feet was not like brick and stone.

If it wasn't for Beifu City, where did he come?

Xiaodong recalled what he had thought and thought before he fell into the dream. Instead of staying at the same place, he walked towards the direction where he felt the terrain was higher.

Since it is difficult to distinguish the direction, as the saying goes, it is better for people to go higher.

Before he fell asleep, what he thought was Chen Jingzhi.

Elder martial brother Zhai and elder martial sister Chen will be injured.

Is this place related to Chen Jingzhi?

But there was nothing here, no one, no light, no sound, nothing to see. Xiaodong feels strange here.

It's hard not only to feel the silence here, but also to feel It's very reassuring.

It was as if someone had told him that there was no danger and no one could hurt him. Unlike the last time he was buried in sword Valley, there were crises everywhere. Even at the last stone gate array, he almost got injured.

He didn't want to be here Here, people can't even feel the passage of time. In other words, everything is frozen here, dead and lifeless.

He didn't like it and didn't want to be here.

What's more, there is no one here. What's more, there's no connection between him and the things he's anxious to inquire about.

But he couldn't wake up for a moment.

At the foot of the road into a step by step ladder, the front seems to have a faint light.

Xiaodong's spirit was greatly improved.

If there is light, it is better than just now. After walking for a long time, but there is no change in his body. It feels that this open land is endless, and he seems to be stepping in the same place all the time.

The ladder has been extending upward, as if it will never end.

The elder martial brother hesitated to hear him again.

Do you want to move on? Or do you want to wake yourself up?

He heard a clear call.

”Younger martial brother?”

All of a sudden, everything in front of him suddenly showed a crack, as if he had been pierced by something. A dazzling light suddenly burst from the crack, and Xiaodong finally opened his eyes.

Mo Chen asked in a low voice: ”wake up?”

Xiaodong nodded a little confused.

It's the first time he's been so lucid out of a dream.

He knew it was the elder martial brother who called him back.

”What did you dream of?”

Xiaodong shook his head.

This is not to cheat elder martial brother, but he really did not dream of anything. No one, no accident, no sound or light.

”Is master back? How long did I sleep? ”

”Not long.” Mo Chen said.

Master still didn't come back?

Xiaodong worried to grasp Mo Chen's sleeve: ”master can't have an accident?”

Xiaodong doesn't have no confidence in his master. In his eyes, master is profound, open-minded and calm. He has never met a person much more powerful than his master.

But no matter how much confidence can not offset the two days of continuous accidents.If it was ok, master would have come back.

”Don't worry. Master should be delayed and will come back.”

What Mo Chen said Xiaodong did not dare to question.

He lifted the quilt and went to see elder martial brother Zhai first.

…… There was no improvement. It looked like a corpse.

”Is there anything I can do?”

”Help me to open the book and find out where the poison may have come from.” Mo Chen has looked through several medicine books in the bag. There is no poison like Zhai Wenhui.

He also knows that there are too many poisons in the world. There may be less than one thousandth of them recorded in the medicine books. But he always has to try. Maybe there are similar examples. Maybe he can find a prescription for detoxification.