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The young man looked at the dagger stabbed into his body with a face full of fear and confusion.

The dagger spun around in the young man's body again. Blood gushed out again as his body slowly fell down. His eyes were still wide open. That kind of unwillingness to give up caused others to feel uncomfortable.

"You, you …" When the black clothed man saw the young man's falling body, his speech was very slow. However, at that moment, he understood what was going on.

"Bastard, you damn animal." The black clothed man pointed at Peter and cursed.

Peter's face revealed a smile, and said: "To let you die in my place, is an extremely great honor."

The black-clothed man turned around and was about to escape, but he did not expect Peter's flexible sword to cut his throat, and fresh blood flowed out slowly from the wound. The black-clothed man's mouth moved, but he did not say anything.

As the car slowly drove away, Peter waved his hand inside the car, and a burst of strong Qi swept up the yellow sand in the car, burying all the traces left behind by the car.

When Zhang Xiaojian brought Huang Yimao and the others back to the village, the sky was already bright.

Huang Yimao's injuries were extremely severe, and the injuries sustained similar symptoms.

"Bastard, the sword is actually poisonous." Zhang Xiaojian was so angry that he kept scolding people.

Huang Yimao's face was ashen, his lips were pitch black, and no longer looked like a human.

As for the others, some were light because of their injuries, and some were light because of it.

When the family saw this situation, they panicked and didn't know what to do.

Zhang Xiaojian sat on the chair, his brows knitted together. This kind of injury could probably not be treated in the hospital, so it seemed that he could only use the remaining bottle of water.

However, that bottle of water didn't seem to be able to revive so many people, nor could it save this person and save that person.

Zhang Xiaojian hesitated in his heart, but he didn't have an idea.

At this moment, the Third Master walked in from the outside and directly walked in front of Zhang Xiaojian and said: "Do you have anymore Red Yearning?"

Zhang Xiaojian nodded and said, "Yes. "But it's not much."

"Red Yearning can not only recover from their internal injuries, they can also cure the poison. For injuries like theirs, don't count on the hospital to try their Red Yearning." San Ye said.

Zhang Xiaojian also had nowhere to go, so he directly went into the storage ring.

What he did not expect was that the Red Yearning would grow very good inside. Furthermore, there were also many flowers blooming. They were bright red and extremely beautiful.

Zhang Xiaojian thought of the Amitabha in his heart and hurriedly picked all the flowers. After that, he came out from the inside and directly put all the flowers into a medicinal vat, his son crushed them, and poured them out along with some spring water, giving everyone a little to drink.

Then, he carried all of them into the staff dormitory and sat by the side, watching them silently.

Huang Yimao was the first to react, not because he was better, but because he spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood.

Zhang Xiaojian immediately ran over and hugged Huang Yimao's body and asked: "Brother, how do you feel?"

Huang Yimao closed his eyes, he did not say a word, it was no different from death.

Zhang Xiaojian's tears fell like rain. He thought about the calamity that San Ye talked about, could this be called calamity?

But, was the disaster him? Not only was he fine, but he'd also successfully made it into the sixth level. Was this a disaster? Zhang Xiaojian could not understand no matter how much he thought about it.

By noon, the brothers still showed no signs of getting better. In fact, their faces were getting more and more unsightly.

Zhang Xiaojian remembered about the bottle of water, and immediately poured all of the water into the mixture, stirring it evenly and letting the brothers drink from it.

Just then, two people hurriedly walked in. One was Fifth Brother, and the other was Huang Ermao.

"Brother, what's going on?" the fifth brother asked.

Zhang Xiaojian cried and told Yue Yang everything that happened last night.

The eyes of the fifth brother immediately stood straight, and the veins on Huang Ermao's head also jumped up high.

"Big brother, let's call for help and fight it out with them." Huang Ermao said.

Zhang Xiaojian waved his hand and said, "I have fought to a draw with them. If you go, you'll be courting death. "

Huang Ermao was silent, squatting on the ground, crying.

"Fuck you, why are you crying?" The fifth brother kicked Huang Ermao's butt, sending Huang Ermao far away.

Huang Ermao did not stand up, did not speak, and continued crying.

As the fifth brother scolded, his tears also began to fall.

"Big brother, what's going on?" The person lying in the innermost area sat up with support, looking at Zhang Xiaojian and the others with a confused expression.

"You, you're awake," Zhang Xiaojian looked at that person in shock.

"Oh, what is it?" the man said.

The fifth brother and Huang Ermao stopped crying and directly ran over to see who it was.

Zhang Xiaojian looked around him for a long time before he finally relaxed. It seemed like adding in the Holy Water really had an effect, Huang Yimao and the rest wouldn't die.

At this time, another person with relatively light injuries sat up. The wounds on his body had already been healed.

But Huang Yimao had not gotten up, and was still in a coma.

Seeing that his brothers, one by one, had gotten up, and they were all fine, Zhang Xiaojian's face finally revealed a smile. He casually gave all the remaining medicine to Huang Yimao to drink, then stared at Huang Yimao.

Time continued to flow minute after minute and second after second, Zhang Xiaojian's heart was burning with anxiety.

Just as he was feeling a little disappointed, he saw Huang Yimao's finger moved.

The color of his face was gradually returning to normal. The wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Huang Yimao, open your eyes. Look, only you are left. Zhang Xiaojian said as tears once again flowed down his face.

His previously somewhat powerless hand slowly raised up, and lightly streaked across Zhang Xiaojian's face.

"I won't die." Huang Yimao slowly opened his eyes.

"Brother." Zhang Xiaojian punched Huang Yimao hard.

Huang Yimao laughed, coughed twice, and said: "I never thought that there would be someone crying."

Zhang Xiaojian wiped away his tears and did not say a word.

Huang Yimao rested for a while more, he felt that his body was filled with power, he got up from the bed and walked two steps, then asked: "Brother, why do I feel like it's better than before."

"Brother gave you all the holy water." The fifth brother said from the side.

Huang Yimao had long heard of the Holy Water, so he knew how valuable it was.

Zhang Xiaojian laughed, embracing his fifth brother Huang Yimao and a few others, and said: "One world, several brothers, it's all worth it."

Just as the few of them were rejoicing, Hou Changwu's voice came out from outside, saying, "Brother, it's bad, something big happened."

Zhang Xiaojian turned his head, he did not know what was going on.