bestfiction Chapter 65 Is Xuanjing dead?
Chapter 65 Is Xuanjing dead?
"Don't you feel dizzy or lightheaded?" Xueyan's voice seemed to come from near and far, making Zhong Ming feel very uncomfortable.
"I had this when I first started reading the jade slip, but it went away after a nap."
"That's good. Meet at the camp gate before dawn, and I'll take you to get something to eat."
She turned around nimbly, her figure graceful and captivating. With a few leaps, she reached the rooftop and disappeared in a flash.
Zhong Ming looked up and watched her leave. Even though he didn't blink, he still couldn't see how she slipped into the darkness.
Really...
It looks good.
Take a deep breath, yes, take a deep breath, time to get down to business.
His dream just now reminded him of the horrific massacre of his village. One of the main reasons he joined the army was to utilize the military's information network.
He remembered that there were many notice boards in the lobby on the first floor of the tower, almost all of which shared information. He noted down the location and set off for the tower.
Um... and then we were stopped at the intersection.
The genealogy records were taken away by the instructors, and the military nameplates had not yet been issued.
What bad luck, I'll go back and get some more sleep.
......
At dawn, the bugle call for morning exercises sounded.
Chaos erupted in the recruit camp.
"Instructor Xueyan, I'm not dressed yet~~" (in a very happy tone)
"Instructor, you interrupted our training. Don't you have any sense of honor?"
"Sister, sister, dear sister, please don't tell anyone, please..."
A beautiful figure moved between the floors, violently kicking open doors and throwing the short people inside directly out of the building. Those who were not in good "condition" were treated more decently, only getting hit by the door that the instructor kicked open.
The few who acted quickly escaped unharmed. The red-armored girl carrying a bow and arrow stood silently in the center of the field, with her captain, the old hunter Matt, and Zhong Ming to her side.
After returning home, Zhong Ming was in high spirits and couldn't fall asleep. He simply cultivated for a while and his body was in peak condition. Matt also looked good, looking up at the beautiful Xueyan violently kicking the door.
Wow, this door is really long. Ugh, these legs are really tough.
Soon, the slender figure rushed to the last door on the third floor, from which came screams like pigs being slaughtered.
"I'm coming out right now, I'm in the toilet, the toilet!!!" Yue Kaishan's gruff voice echoed between the floors, but what flew out was Xuan Jing, the "fat guy."
It flew out from the third floor.
"I'll fucking... Everyone lie down, lie down!" Zhong Ming immediately dropped to the ground. That guy was covered in explosive talismans; if he exploded, he could blow up half the military camp.
Upon hearing Zhong Ming's shout, the crowd reacted in different ways. Matt immediately crouched down behind Zhong Ming, while the girl placed her hand on her waist. The others either retreated or formed hand seals to prepare to unleash spells.
"Pfft~~~"
Xuan Jing crashed to the ground, but his puffy fur coat actually helped him bounce back. It seems that the bags containing unknown liquids hanging on the coat cushioned his fall.
His body bounced back to the vicinity of the second floor, and then Yue Kaishan's muscular body slammed into him from mid-air, and the two fell to the ground together.
"Pfft."
Instead of bouncing back, a large amount of dark red liquid burst out from beneath Xuan Jing, emitting a foul, nauseating stench.
Yue Kaishan's arm groped downwards haphazardly. He was lying on the very elastic Xuan Jing, which was really unsteady. His head was already dizzy, and now that he had lost his balance, he felt even more dizzy. He desperately wanted to fall to the ground. He pressed down with one hand, which was sticky and gooey. He picked it up and smelled the stench of blood.
"My goodness! Don't take Brother Xuanjing away!!! Brother Xuanjing, wake up! Don't fall and kill someone!"
Those on the periphery slowly rose, looking ahead with suspicion. "Could he really have fallen to his death?" "No, how could someone give off such a stench right after death... Wait, did he poop out?" "Fellow Daoist, don't panic. It's only the third floor. Qi Refining cultivators shouldn't be injured." "But he has a strong man on his back."
The group of people, talking amongst themselves, terrified Yue Kaishan.
"Brother Xuanjing, say something! Ah, why is your face crooked? Did you hit your neck when you fell?"
Zhong Ming scrambled to his feet, not caring whether the explosive talisman would detonate, and rushed forward. With clear eyes, he could see that Xuan Jing's hand was still moving and he was still alive.
Yue Kaishan's vision was blurry. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, but he didn't notice that his sleeve was covered in blood, which smeared all over his face and looked quite frightening.
Xueyan realized something was wrong and jumped down from above, but seeing Zhong Ming coming over, she didn't move rashly. Developing a sense of teamwork is very important.
Yue Kaishan was pressing down on Xuan Jing, making it difficult for him to get up. Zhong Ming leaped forward and rammed into him, knocking the idiot off Xuan Jing.
"Woo~~~"
Xuanjing's large face trembled slightly as he cupped his cheeks with his hands.
Some people with some medical knowledge in the back reminded him, "Don't move around. A broken neck needs to be immobilized. Get a brace."
Zhong Ming replied, "No need." He grabbed Xuan Jing's fat face with both hands and pulled hard.
"Drink~~~~" Xuan Jing took a deep breath and immediately sat up, panting heavily.
"I almost suffocated."
The people behind were stunned. What kind of miraculous healing and fate-altering technique was this? Did this unassuming fellow Daoist possess some kind of immortal medical skill? He must have been taught by a powerful being.
Several cultivators from major sects have begun to recall which forces have made significant contributions to medical research.
"Alright, alright, everyone's fine now." Zhong Ming waved to the people behind him. Seeing their surprised expressions, he immediately realized that they must have misunderstood.
Xuan Jing's neck wasn't broken; his mask was just knocked askew!
I don't know if it was one of those face-stick masks or a completely sealed metal mask, but it almost suffocated him.
and many more.
Zhong Ming looked at his hands. He'd just been twisting and pulling them like that, hadn't he? The feel of them...
This guy isn't wearing a mask; to be precise, he's wearing a helmet.
He was even thinking about whether to stab someone in the back, but Xuan Jing had already thought of that, providing round-the-clock, all-around protection.
Xueyan experienced a great emotional rollercoaster, but her expression remained unchanged. She simply blinked her beautiful eyes, as if asking if Zhong Ming was really alright.
The neck is fine, but this fishy smell...
Xuan Jing took a few breaths, wiggled his buttocks, and said miserably, "Ah, ah, my spare pouch is torn. What a pity for all these good things."
He stood up, dripping from his buttocks, as if he had a flare-up of hemorrhoids.
Just then, Xueyan smelled the scent and cursed inwardly. She thought to herself that this group was full of weirdos or lunatics. It was the smell of blood from several animals mixed with animal-attracting incense.
Who would put a sachet of animal-attracting incense on their own backside?!