Chapter 254: Live Another Life

Everyone was silent for a moment.

Seeing that no one spoke, Xu Yuelong knew that everyone was thinking something wrong, so he waved his hand.

“It’s not that serious. After they came back to life, their overall strength dropped by more than 30%, especially their reaction speed, which is very slow and they have no reaction to pain.

So it's definitely not a true resurrection, it's more like something has taken over their bodies and stood up again."

After hearing this, instead of relaxing, everyone became even more nervous.

Ran Zhongshi asked.

"Are you sure he is resurrected from the dead, not recovering from a serious injury?"

Martial artists have strong vitality and can survive for a while even if their heads are cut off.

This is even more true for the Grandmaster. As long as his head is not stomped to pieces by someone, and it is reconnected in time and he takes healing pills, surviving is not a big problem.

At most, the wound will ache on rainy days every year from now on.

It is understandable that if the two masters, when they were seriously injured and dying, extracted the vitality of other believers to recover themselves, it would not be difficult to understand.

However, disappointingly, Xu Yuelong shook his head and gave a negative answer.

He held the white cloth in front of him. The cloth was flashing with colorful lights. It was obviously not an ordinary item. A knife-shaped weapon was covered inside.

Dragon Elephant Prison Sword?

Liang Qu thought of the two Martial Saint Mysterious Weapons that Xiang Fangsu had mentioned earlier.

The owner of one of them was the newly promoted Martial Saint who made a name for himself in the world a few days ago. I guess that sword is with Wei Lin.

"Even if we are wrong, the Martial Saint's Mysterious Weapon will not do that. Mysterious Weapon is an extension of the Martial Saint's hands and eyes. From falling down to standing up again, it is indeed..."

"Go back and talk about it."

Yang Dongxiong held Xu Yuelong's shoulders.

Xu Yuelong looked up and found that all the other martial artists outside the circle pricked up their ears, trying to find out.

The two masters came back to life, and even he was a little shaken, not to mention ordinary warriors.

It will shake the morale of the army.

“I’m so tired today. Even with the help of Xuanbing, I’m still nervous.

The Grandmaster's vitality is really strong. I didn't expect that the Ghost Mother Cult has such evil power to extract the lives of others for their own use and to heal injuries.

Everyone should go back and have a rest. The strange situation on the island will not disappear in a short time. We may have to stay on the boat for a few days before we can come back to clean up the battlefield.

It will take a few days for the merit to be recorded, I hope you can understand. "

Xu Yuelong laughed in a useless way, and everyone moved forward to the outside of the island in silence.

The broad-bellied ark and the tower ship met at the edge of the island.

The soldiers in charge of the guard learned that they needed to stay for a while and find a place with a suitable water level to dock the ship. They went ashore and cleared the dense forests on the nearby islands to build a temporary base and settle the wounded.

The doctor on board carried splints and cloth, treated the wounded one by one, gave them healing pills, fixed dislocated bones, and pulled the seriously injured back from the brink of death.

The sky was getting light, and wisps of blue light burst out from the skyline.

Liang Qu took a bath in the lake, changed his clothes and went to the top floor of the ship.

There were several low tables in the middle of the hall, which were filled with food of all kinds, many of which were medicinal foods.

Liang Qu looked around and sat down next to Xiang Fangsu.

Xiang Fangsu moved her butt to make room and pointed to the casserole on the table.

"The radish stewed with mutton is delicious. Try it."

"it is good."

It is said that there are four irons in life: carrying guns together, studying together, dividing the loot together, and using guns together.

It makes sense to be the first one to carry a gun, and nothing can enhance the relationship better than being comrades-in-arms together.

The battle was arduous and Liang Qu's stomach was empty. He didn't bother to communicate and just ate something to fill his stomach.

After he arrived, Ran Zhongshi and others as well as several high-ranking officials of the Demon Hunting Bureau also prepared themselves and rushed over.

I counted the number of people, and found that there were a few missing. This operation was a battle of many versus few, and it was basically an advantageous match.

There are more than twenty wolf smoke guards on the Ghost Mother Sect's side, and Xu Yuelong has a similar number of people. Counting Wei Lin's side, it is the total number of masters in Hebo Institute, plus the Demon Hunting Bureau, that's a four-fold difference. Even if there are some shortcomings if they are dispersed, there will be very few.

Maybe he was injured, and if he went back to rest early, the possibility of death would be unlikely.

The masters sent their sons here to seek a prosperous future. A small branch was not simply fighting against the Hebo Office and the Monster Hunting Bureau.

At least this time the Ghost Mother Cult was thoroughly investigated. Liang Qu didn't quite believe the claim that the group of marquises didn't provide any help.

When everyone gathered and asked again about the resurrection of the Ghost Mother Sect's master, Xu Yuelong, who was the first one, repeated his point of view.

Sui Hongyan and Yang Dongxiong nodded in agreement.

It is indeed "death first, then life", and the feeling of the qi being cut off in the middle is not wrong.

The crowd was in an uproar.

A high-ranking official from the Monster Hunting Division was puzzled: "Even if it is 'evil', coming back to life from the dead is a bit too 'evil'! The Ghost Mother Cult must have made some kind of expansion to the 'remnant'!"

"Ordinary evil creatures would never be able to do this!"

"It's a pity that not even a tongue was left. The survivors who were left alive are now all dead. This is a good way to kill two birds with one stone."

"There are many kinds of 'residues' left after the incident, but I have never heard of one that can bring a dead person back to life."

"No, it's not like it hasn't happened before."

Ran Zhongshi touched his chin and muttered to himself. When he looked up again, he found that everyone was looking at him, so he quickly spoke.

"I forgot which book I read this in, but I remember that there was a martial saint who died of old age. He lived for more than 800 years.

The 'residue' he left behind after his death carried a strong sense of unwillingness. When later generations were cleaning up the body, they accidentally discovered this strong 'residue', and then this 'residue' suddenly occupied the body of the Martial Saint and came back to life.

His life performance and memory content are no different from those of the Martial Saint when he was alive.

Under such circumstances, he lived for another sixty years, and in total, he lived to the extent of more than nine hundred years!
I have forgotten some of the specific content and details, but this is roughly the meaning.

I was only twelve or thirteen years old when I first saw that story. I showed it to my father, who said it was a fabrication by country folk about the power of the Martial Saint.

I believed what my father said at the time, but looking back now, it may not be false.”

Everyone was amazed when they heard this. There are so many strange things in this world.

Reborn by relying on the "remnants" left after death, and behave no differently than in life?

Ke Wenbin asked: "But is the one who came back to life really the same martial saint?"

The "remnants" after the death of the Martial Saint are, after all, just an obsession and a thought.

The will is so strong that it can survive without the body and leave a mark on the world.

Some "residues" can remain on objects. Obviously, the body of this martial saint is the object where the "residues" remain.

Ran Zhongshi shook his head: "I don't know, but the descendants of that Martial Saint insist that he is the Martial Saint."

Yes, how can I not persist?

A family with a Martial Saint and a family without a Martial Saint are two completely different concepts.

Whatever the truth was, he had to be.

Sui Hongyan asked: "What happened to that family later? Did they say anything about the situation?"

"It's not written in the book," Ran Zhongshi replied, but he thought about it and changed his words, "It may be that I didn't find the second half interesting at the time and didn't read on."

Xu Yuelong asked: "Can you still find the book you read at that time? What is it called?"

Ran Zhongshi frowned and said, "I can't remember whether I saw it in the clan school or at home. I can only write a letter and ask my father to send someone to look for it. I can't guarantee whether it can be found."

Xu Yuelong said: "Go find it."

"it is good."

Ran Zhongshi agreed.

Everyone discussed for a while about the gains and losses of the Ghost Mother Cult today, and then went back to rest.

After a night of hard work, everyone was exhausted.

(End of this chapter)

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