C363

Very quickly, the warriors of the Central Plains had all dispersed. Their goal had already been achieved, and it would be fine if they could hand it over to the others, but Tianshan and Qing Lei were waiting for these western barbarian s at the back, and Bei Liang's Twelve Swords were also waiting for them at the back. Each sect had a trump card in their hand, so they would definitely leave these western barbarian s behind in the Central Plains.

"Don't chase after a desperate enemy!" "Retreat!" Hua Lun shouted to his pursuers. There must be an ambush ahead; Mu was dead. They were one person away from peak combat strength, so they couldn't afford to lose another.

He slowly pulled his hand away from Mu's nose, making sure that Mu was dead. Then, he gestured to Dismassik to take off Mu's golden armor and bring it back to the Holy See. The Golden Spring on Mu's body had also been removed.

He reluctantly dug a hole and buried Mu. He stretched out his hand and made a cross. "May your soul rest in peace!"

There were too many unknowns ahead of them, they did not have much time, so they could only hurry there, now they could only go to the Quan Jiao city to find the people from the Lv Village, and ask for their help, there were still their Spartan Iron Army s. It should be able to help them return to the west.

Hu Binglin suddenly became empty. In the future, there would no longer be this loyal band of bandits plundering their way here.

After a long while, a weird old man, who was carrying a small bamboo basket on his back, slowly walked towards the slaughterhouse.

In the little girl's basket, there were lines of muscles and arms. They looked very fresh, and they should have all been taken out not long ago, so she had used some special method to protect them.

"Grandfather, there are a lot of them here too! But they seem to be thin, so it's not appropriate! " The little girl was bouncing around the corpses. She looked at her other arm and tugged at it. However, it seemed that she was very unsatisfied with it.

"Little Di'er, search carefully. That aura just now must have some better arms. The things in my grandfather's box are not suitable for you. They've been used for a long time, and they're a bit worn out. Let's find some new ones to exchange with." The weird old man smiled lovingly at the little girl.

The girl's name was called Diudiu, and her nickname was Little Diudiu'er. She was a girl that the old man had picked up many years ago, and although the Central Plains was generally quite peaceful over the years, there were still places where there were conflicts and people were suffering.

Hu Pulin wasn't considered small, but he wasn't that big either. The old man quickly found the grave where the Golden Aries Warrior was buried, and with eight arms, he quickly dug it open.

These eight arms appeared to be about the same size, but they were all tight. Moreover, there was no feeling of blood flowing at all. The smell of medicine was very strong, like the tools of an old man.

"Little Di'er, take a look. This pair of arms aren't bad." The old man pulled Mu's body out of the grave before stretching out two more arms from the box. These two arms were a bit old and wrinkled. It could be seen that the old man's skin color was the same as the old man's.

Looking into the box, he saw eight severed arms. Each arm was wrapped in a golden thread, as if the old man was using these threads to control the movement of his arm.

Very quickly, Little Doll ran over and saw the old man reach out his hand to rub the corpse's arm. Then, he quickly followed the gap and used his blade to completely remove the arm without harming the arm's texture and lines.

Little Doll took it and quickly powdered the broken part. She then took out some liquid from her pocket and wiped it on her arm before throwing it into the bamboo basket behind her back.

Her movements were very skilled. It could be seen that after following the strange old man for so many years, she had done many things like this and was extremely proficient in controlling it.

The old man waited until both his arms were completely removed before he put his hands back into the box and closed the box. Then, he stretched out his eight arms and began to pick through the corpses.

"Grandfather, this time you've found quite a few rules!" I still have to look, I'm already hungry! " She hadn't eaten in a long time. They had just returned from a similar battlefield, and now they were looking for another place to work without eating. It was made of iron!

"I feel that the quality of the ones I found previously is a little poor. I'm afraid that they will become stiff very soon. Let's find another pair." The old man continued to pick and choose while the little girl walked to the side with a pout. Although she wasn't afraid of the corpses, she didn't have the strength to sit down and rest for a bit.

However, right at this moment, she saw a corpse that had died with grievances. Judging from the shape of its arm, it seemed to have quite a good shape and muscles, and it seemed to be even better than the pair of arms she had just untied.

"Grandfather, quickly come here. There is a pair of good ones here." Little Di Er excitedly called her grandfather over. With this pair, she would be able to quickly go eat.

"Oh wow, that's really not bad! This quality was extremely flexible, but it was actually a pair of excellent arms. Come, come, come, grandpa will take my granddaughter to eat once he takes it off! " The old man opened the box again, reached out his hand, and squeezed the dead body's arm.

"Yeah, it's warm and warm. I just died a while ago!" "Huh?!" No, that's not right. This person is actually not completely dead. The old man suddenly retracted his hand and looked at the 'corpse' on the ground in surprise.

Then, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck, which seemed to be slightly throbbing.

"He really isn't dead. What great luck." The eccentric old man cried out in surprise and looked towards his little grandson's daughter and threw her away. Whether he could save her or not depended on her meaning. After all, this was the best arm that she had discovered.

"Save me!" She naturally knew what the old man meant, but after thinking about it for a moment, she thought it would be better if she could save him. However, she still had some doubts in her heart regarding the old man's strength. Could saving someone work?

The old man stretched out his hand and felt around the body of the "corpse." It was true that his injuries were very serious, his physique was damaged, and even if he was revived, he would most likely be a cripple without any internal energy. Of course, if he walked far, it was very possible that he could still preserve some of his strength.

"Little Doll, give him one of the Soul Returning Pill I concocted!" The old man pressed on the heart meridian of the "corpse" and quickly channeled some inner strength into it.