Chapter 120: Old man

"Boy, what are you looking for?"
A voice came slowly, hoarse and old, like the voice of an old man.
Chen Changming was shocked in his heart, and turned around to look subconsciously.
I saw aside, an old man wearing a ragged black robe, was standing aside, looking straight at him there.
The old man looks weird, and his figure is very thin, but only one left hand is gone, and his figure also looks a little deformed.
He was standing in a corner, nesting in a pothole, holding a cannabis bag in one hand. Looking like this, he should be rummaging for something.
"you are....."
Looking at the old man in front of him, Chen Changming showed some hesitation on his face.
He was very surprised by the appearance of the old man.
He thought there was only a body in this place.
But I didn't expect there were big living people.
"Oh ... as you see, a big living person."
Looking at Chen Changming, the old man smiled: "You have a familiar breath on you ..."
He said in this way, before he even asked Chen Changming, he continued to say: "What are you doing here?"
"Find someone."
Chen Changming glanced at the other party: "My friend is here."
"Are you looking for someone ..."
The old man was a little surprised, and an ugly face showed an ugly smile: "It's better not to kill."
"The people who just sent are all over there. You can go and see for yourself."
He pointed his left finger to a hole on one side.
"Thank you."
Chen Changming nodded and went in that direction.
In that pothole, he saw some very fresh fragments and the figure of Yang Ling.
She was still bleeding, lying quietly at the moment, her face was pale, like a corpse.
Chen Changming stepped forward and tried to dig it out, then tried it.
Fortunately, although the pulse is very weak, there is still some heartbeat and still some breath of life.
However, if it is delayed for a while, I am afraid it will not be saved.
"It's not saved."
The old man's voice continued to sound.
Unconsciously, he walked to Chen Changming's side and looked at Yang Ling, who was lying on the ground without any blood, and then said: "Looking like this, the power of the spirit king in the body was extracted, even if he took a breath, It ’s hard to come by.

He judged so.
In fact, he was right.
At this moment, in Chen Changming's induction, Yang Ling's breath of life is declining rapidly. Judging from this speed, it is estimated that after a moment, it will completely disappear.
But for this, Chen Changming did not want to give up.
He stretched out his hand and pressed one hand slowly against Yang Ling's chest, massaging it all over his body.
In the dark, life energy began to be used, quietly instilled into Yang Ling's body, maintaining its last vitality.
"what?"
Aside, a trace of consternation appeared on the old man's face, looking at Yang Ling lying on the ground.
Standing there, he stared closely at Chen Changming's movements. He seemed to want to see something from Chen Changming's movements, but in the end he saw nothing.
Of course it can't be seen.
The techniques used by Chen Changming are completely inherited from the pharmacopoeia of the previous world, and people in this world have never understood this.
Furthermore, Chen Changming's manipulation technique was not originally the key, just to cover up and assist the play of life energy.
After a short while, Yang Ling's breath gradually turned into peace, and his breath began to stabilize. Although it still looked weak and pale, at least this life was saved.
As for the others, Chen Changming could not guarantee it.
"interesting......"
Looking at Chen Changming's movements, the old man smiled: "Are you a doctor?"
"That's right."
Chen Changming hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.
"This is rare."
The old man looked at Yang Ling in front of him, and then said: "This baby's life was saved for a while, but if her injuries were not dealt with as soon as possible, she would still be unable to escape a dead word.
"If you don't mind, come with me."
He looked at Chen Changming and said so.
Chen Changming hesitated for a while and eventually kept up.
After coming here, after seeing the old man in front of him, he couldn't help but wonder about this place.
According to Wen Liuhe's previous statement, this place was originally a chaotic graveyard, which belongs to the dead, but now there are living people.
Out of curiosity, he picked up Yang Ling behind him and walked forward.
Moving forward along a large hole, Chen Changming gradually saw something different.
A wave of aura came from all directions and was very subtle, but it was still felt by Chen Changming.
Following Aura's induction, he looked to the side.
I saw all around, in the potholes, with blossoming black flowers.
The flower looks very beautiful, extremely rare, but it is also terrifying where it takes root.
Under the eyes of Chen Changming, the place where the black flowers took root was not normal soil, but a very bright-looking corpse.
These flowers are taking root on the corpses, absorbing the nutrients from the corpses and growing.
A veritable flower of death.
"Black dead flower, a unique material, can only be cultivated on special corpses."
Looking at Chen Changming, the old man smiled: "The body of the spirit king inheritor contains a little pure spirit king origin, which is just right to cultivate these black dead flowers ..."
"The places before you are turned around just to find this?"
Chen Changming gave the old man a deep look, and once again felt the extraordinaryness of the old man.
How can a normal person be able to grow spiritual materials on the corpse, and also make such an understatement about it?
"Are you a sect of Lingzong?"
Looking at the old man, he continued to ask.
"Lingzong?"
The old man smiled and did not speak.
Chen Changming frowned secretly, but did not continue to ask.
A faint voice came from behind.
Behind Chen Changming, Yang Ling also looked awake.
She barely opened her eyes, looked at Chen Changming's familiar silhouette, and made a faint voice.
"Your situation is bad ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Don't talk for a while ..."
Chen Changming spoke softly, carrying her on her back.
"Uh ..." The faint voice continued to come from behind.
A light breeze blew from a distance, blowing up Chen Changming's hair, and also brought bursts of smell.
Leaning behind Chen Changming, looking at the silhouette of Chen Changming's faintly familiar face, Yang Ling's face was pale, and she smiled herself, slowly closing her eyes.
Her body leaned behind Chen Changming, so tightly attached.
Despite not speaking, each other's heartbeats are still beating and they can feel each other's existence.
"grandfather!"
In the distance, a clear voice came.
There was a smile on the old man's face.
"Zheng'er."