Chapter 117

Bao gradually calmed down his excitement in Jianshan's arms. He guessed that Liu Zichen only said that the whole village was dead, but his uncle was still alive, and maybe his father was still alive?

"Uncle. Where's my father?"

Jianshan shook his head, sighed and said, "Alas, your father was arrested with me that day, and then he was sent to this mountain and detained together. Your father is not in good health. It takes a month to recover from a blood transfusion. Just ten days ago, he bled again. Now he has only one breath."

Speaking of Po's father, several people behind Jianshan slowly retreated and saw a pale man lying on the ground. Only a faint breath proved that the man was not dead.

"Father." seeing his father again, Po jumped up and looked at his father's pale face. Po felt pain in his heart.

"Damn devil, I Liu Yibao swear to eradicate you and avenge the dead."

Po stood up, took out a three-level healing pill, crushed it, forced it into his father's mouth, then found some water and fed it. Huang Tiesheng gave Po this three-level healing pill every time he bled. It was originally explained by the old devil. Every time Po bled, he gave him a three-level healing pill, so that Po's wound could heal quickly. At first, Po took the healing pill after he bled, but Po found that even if he didn't take the healing pill, his injury recovered quickly, So Po secretly left the healing pill. His meridians were sealed. He couldn't even open his storage bag. These three healing pills are the best thing for ordinary people.

"Uncle, are only you and your father alive in the village?"

Jianshan nodded and said, "well, the rest of the people here are captured by these bastards from various villages. Some of them are weak and can't hold on after bleeding several times."

Po listened, clenched his fist tightly, clenched his teeth and said, "damn bastard."

"By the way, why are you here? Those monks seem to be afraid of you."

"Uncle, I was also caught. Like you, I also bled them, but my blood was more special. They were afraid of me committing suicide and didn't give them blood, so they were very good to me."

"So it is. When your mother gave birth to you, an old man passed by and said your life was unusual. I didn't expect your blood to be so good."

"Don't say that, uncle, I'll find a way to go out and take good care of my father these days."

When po said he wanted to save Jianshan, others surrounded him and said, "please help us, too."

Po frowned. If he only saved his uncle and father, he told Huang Tiesheng that he could release people, but these people wanted to be saved. Who did the old monster ask to bleed him to drink?

Po said, "don't worry. Listen to me. I'll save you. I just need someone to report to me. Uncle, if they let you go, you'll go. Then go to the dragon gate and find a man named Li Gu. I'll write a letter later. You can give it to him. He'll find a way to save people here."

Jianshan was not vague and nodded directly.

Po found some pens and paper, wrote some basic information about tianwo Sect on it, stuffed it into Jianshan and said, "uncle, remember, don't let the people of tianwo sect know that you are going to the dragon gate to report. When you get to the dragon gate, you just report Liu Yibao's name."

"Liu Yibao? Nephew, when did you change your surname to Liu? Your real name is Chen liudao. This is the name given to you by the old man who passed by when you were born. When you were a child, you were very popular, and your parents named you Xiaobao."

"Chen liudao? Originally, my surname was Chen. Liu Yibao was given to me by my master. The master taught me to practice and teach me magic." said here, a Bao thought of Liu Zichen. Now if Liu Zichen were here, the problem would be solved.

"No, now I can only rely on myself." Po made up his mind that he must avenge himself.

"No matter what your name is, you're still the favorite Xiaobao when you were a child." Chen Jianshan hugged ah Bao's shoulder and continued: "ah Bao is so big. He's still a monk. It's amazing. There's a monk in my Chen family."

Po nodded and said, "please take care of my father these days. When he wakes up, don't tell him I'm here. I'm free to save the people here."

Po arranged some more things in his cell and went back to the cave. Huang Tiesheng practiced in the cave. There were still many friars' relatives in the cave. In front of Huang Tiesheng, Po couldn't ask him if their relatives in Muzhuang were here, so he had to secretly look for them to see if there were anyone similar to Muzhuang.

Sure enough, Po once saw a tall man in the cage. He looked more than 60 and was the peak friar of Tongmai realm.

Po walked over and whispered, "uncle, what's your name?"

The man glanced at Po, closed his eyes and continued to meditate, ignoring Po.

Po frowned and said, "uncle, your surname is mu?"

The man opened his eyes, looked at Po suspiciously and said, "how do you know?"

Po smiled in his heart. It seemed that he was really looking for the right person.

Now that he found it, Po didn't continue to ask. He jumped into his bed and went to sleep.

Until the next day, Huang Tiesheng woke up from his cultivation state. During the bleeding time, Po asked, "you are a third rate sect in the tianwo sect. Why are so many ordinary civilians detained in the dungeon? Isn't it stipulated in the cultivation world that monks can't fight ordinary people?"

"Hum, these people are for the Lord to bleed and drink, but now they have your blood. Their blood has little effect. They will be used by the Lord for alchemy in a while. Are you kidding me, boy?"

"Alchemy? It seems that the old monster is still an alchemist, demon alchemist."

"Hum, what else? The healing pill you ate came from there. Boy, you'd better know less about the Lord, otherwise you know more that day, the Lord will take you to refine the pill."

"Alchemy is better. Then I don't have to bleed him to drink."

"Hum, it's beautiful to think. Even if you want to take you for alchemy, the Lord will use your blood to heal your injury before taking you to alchemy. Boy, listen to the Lord, did you attract Dan Lei and harden your flesh when scolding you for condensing the pill, otherwise your blood will be different from ordinary people."

"Eh, you all know that your Lord is really not ordinary."

Huang Tiesheng was secretly shocked. In this world, there are countless talents, but there are few friars who can really attract Dan Lei. Han Ziyu of Tianlong sect in Tianlong mountains is one, but he is just turning Dan Lei.