bayedsolid Chapter 190: Saving Zhao Kongcheng
Chapter 190: Saving Zhao Kongcheng
All Worlds Chat Group.
Ye Fan: "Hey, why isn't the other person talking? Could it be that he hasn't accepted it yet?"
Su Xiaoxiao: "Although Lin Qiye and his world is also modern, the situation is a bit complicated."
Su Xiaoxiao: "@Lin Qiye, this Wanjie chat group is not created by a 'mysterious' or mythical creature."
Ye Fan: "Mythical creature?"
Su Xiaoxiao: "Yes, they are mythical creatures, and there are gods in their world. Lin Qiye is the divine agent of the Seraph - Michael."
Angel Nebula, Merlot Heaven.
Kaisha saw the message Su Xiaoxiao sent in the Wanjie chat group and said to He Xi beside her: "I didn't expect to see the angel from another world so soon."
He Xi nodded and said, "Indeed, I just don't know what angels from other worlds are like. And the Seraph Michael seems to be an angel in the myths and legends of the western Blue Star."
Lin Qiye: "Are you really from different worlds?"
Su Xiaoxiao: "It's true. You will slowly understand it in the future."
Lin Qiye: "If that's the case, do you have anyone here with healing abilities?"
Ye Fan: "What's wrong, Lin Qiye, are you hurt?"
Lin Qiye: "It's not me, it's one of my companions who is seriously injured."
Su Xiaoxiao: "How is your friend's injury? How serious is it?"
Lin Qiye: "His injuries are extremely severe, and his body is rapidly deteriorating."
Immediately afterwards, Lin Qiye sent a photo in the Wanjie chat group.
Su Xiaoxiao: "Is this Zhao Kongcheng? His injuries are so serious, is there anyone who can treat him?"
[Ding, a task is being issued. Help group member Lin Qiye treat his friend Zhao Kongcheng. After completing the task, you will be rewarded with 1,000 points.]
After hearing the task released by the Wanjie Chat Group, almost all the group members were shocked.
Zhongli: "I didn't expect the Wanjie chat group to release another task."
Xiong Ba: "Unfortunately, this mission is not suitable for me."
Lin Tian, who had been peeking at the screen, thought for a moment and sent a message in the Wanjie chat group.
Lin Tian: "I'll go!"
In that mysterious and dangerous world of God-Slaying, there is an old town that looks a bit dilapidated and vicissitudes of life.
The buildings here have been eroded by wind and rain, the walls are mottled, and the streets are narrow and dark.
At this moment, Lin Qiye, who was hugging Zhao Kongcheng tightly, looked at the broken and scarred body in front of him. His eyes instantly turned red as blood, tears welled up in his eyes, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Old Zhao! You must hold on, someone is coming to save you!"
Hearing Lin Qiye's words, Zhao Kongcheng's face, covered in blood and dust, broke into a mournful smile. He was so weak that even speaking seemed to exhaust all his strength. He slowly said, "Don't waste your energy, Lin Qiye... I know my current physical condition very well."
After a brief pause, he endured the severe pain and continued intermittently, "But even so, I haven't lost too much. After all, before I die, I can personally experience the legendary power of the Forbidden Ruins... and..."
Having said that, Zhao Kongcheng suddenly seemed to remember something extremely important, and a glimmer of light flashed in his originally dull eyes.
He stretched out his trembling hand and groped laboriously for the muddy ground soaked in blood beneath him. Finally, he felt something sticky and warm from it - it was his own blood.
He gently rubbed the blood on his palm with his blood-stained fingers, and with the last bit of strength he had, he said with unwavering determination: "And I did it! I crossed my sword into the abyss, staining the sky with blood! I have no regrets in this life..."
After saying this, Zhao Kongcheng's arms dropped weakly, the fire of life gradually went out, but his face showed satisfaction and relief.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye was extremely anxious, his eyes reddened, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Zhao Kongcheng! You absolutely cannot die like this! You haven't even become a general yet? How can you fall here!"
Just as Lin Qiye finished speaking, suddenly, a strong spatial fluctuation emerged beside him.
I saw a huge vortex appear out of nowhere, and then a figure slowly stepped out of the vortex.
This man had a slender figure, handsome face and extraordinary temperament. It was Lin Tian who had rushed over.
Seeing this sudden change, Lin Qiye was stunned at first, and then, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, he anxiously said to Lin Tian: "You must be Lin Tian, right? Please, save Zhao Kongcheng quickly! He is almost dying!"
Hearing Lin Qiye's words, Lin Tian nodded slightly in response.
Then, he quickly stepped forward to check on Zhao Kongcheng's injuries, frowning slightly and saying solemnly, "The situation is not optimistic. He is now barely maintaining his vital signs with only his last breath left."
After saying that, Lin Tian took a deep breath, and a strong green light suddenly appeared on his hands.
These green energies seemed to have life. Under his precise control, they surged towards Zhao Kongcheng's body like a tide and quickly wrapped him up.
At this moment, Zhao Kongcheng's physical condition was terrible.
His entire body was covered in scars, with almost no intact skin to be found. Even his soul had suffered extremely severe trauma, and his breath was extremely weak.
However, it is fortunate that with Lin Tian's current strength, coupled with the peerless skill "Qiankun Creation Art" that he has practiced.
Therefore, even though Zhao Kongcheng's injuries were so serious, Lin Tian still firmly believed that he had the ability to pull him back from the brink of death.
Time passes by every second.
Finally, after a period of intense treatment, Lin Tian stopped what he was doing, took a long breath, then turned to look at Lin Qiye, smiled and said, "It's done!"
Lin Qiye, who had been paying close attention to the situation on the scene, never took his eyes off Zhao Kongcheng for a moment.
When he witnessed with his own eyes that the shocking injuries on Zhao Kongcheng were miraculously healed, the huge stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
He rushed forward, hugged Zhao Kongcheng tightly, and asked with a trembling voice, "Old Zhao, are you okay?"
Hearing Lin Qiye's concerned words, Zhao Kongcheng slowly opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time.
At first, his eyes were a little confused and dazed, but he soon regained some clarity.
He opened his mouth slightly and murmured in disbelief: "Well...amn't I already dead?"
Hearing this, Lin Qiye couldn't help but laugh out loud, but his eyes became moist unconsciously.
He gently patted Zhao Kongcheng's back and replied with a smile, "You're fine. You're so lucky! This time, it's all thanks to Lin Tian who came to your rescue and pulled you back from the brink of death."
After a brief pause, Lin Qiye turned his head to face Lin Tian and said solemnly, "Thank you, Lin Tian! If you hadn't helped us in time, the consequences would have been disastrous. We will never forget this kindness."
Facing Lin Qiye's sincere thanks, Lin Tian quickly waved his hands and said modestly: "You're welcome!"
After saying this, he cast his gaze towards the corpse of the Ghost-Faced King lying quietly not far away, frowned, and said, "However, although the Ghost-Faced King is seriously injured, he is not completely dead yet. What to do with him next will depend on your decision."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Tian's figure disappeared without a trace like a ghost in an instant, leaving this world.