Eschatology: He Came From the Grave

If you use the agility of a cultivator like Wei Zifang, it is absolutely impossible for this kind of misstepping to happen.

But just now his attention was all on the old people, plus this was grass, soft to the touch, and the tortoise couldn't make a sound, so how could it react.

Staring at the teenager who rushed to this side, he pressed his mouth blankly.

Others couldn't see much, but Chu Huai knew that Wei Zifang was at a loss with a guilty conscience. They were alone, so he knew Wei Zifang.

Chu Huai was standing next to him, not knowing why he wanted to laugh suddenly, with Xiaoke's temper, he was afraid he would be able to bear it.

Sure enough, the teenager who ran over in a hurry saw his little tortoise that had died so cruelly and suddenly exploded.

"My little tortoise! ​​You villain, you return my little tortoise!"

The young man rushed over crying excitedly, greeted his face with his teeth and claws, regardless of whether the clothes he was wearing represented status or status, he just wanted to avenge his little turtle regardless of what he was wearing.

He bit his hand with a bite, his staring eyes looked like a little wolf cub.

For Wei Zifang, such an attack was completely a child's slapstick. He could throw people out with a wave of his hand, and even the ferocious beasts couldn't get close to him.

But he didn't do this. The wolfish boy in front of him made his mind move slightly, and the clean and clear eyes were so thorough that he had never seen it before.

He stood blankly on the spot, letting the wolf cub bit his arm, and he didn't care much when the blood flowed out.

People say that love doesn't know where it started, but it keeps going deep.

The purest love is often destined at the first sight, especially for a coldhearted person like Wei Zifang.

If you don’t love it, you will love it deeply...

The complexion of the senior brother and the soldiers guarding around changed drastically, and hurriedly ran up to stop them.

The slaves of the old race in the distance were also scared, and a handsome man came and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"The adults are forgiving, my son is young and ignorant of offenses. If the adults want to punish the minor, please spare the slave..."

This group of old people has been arrested and used as slaves for a long time. Under the long-term oppression of the military ya and as living medicinal materials, they have a deep fear of people coming to the outside world.

Because every time someone comes, it means that their companions will die, or... they will be pregnant with a child.

All the old slaves trembled tremblingly.

Only the wolf-like young calf is not afraid of tigers, holding his dead turtle with red eyes, being held by his father, his eyes are resentful and sad, and tears hang on his eyelashes.

Seeing this, the **** who led the way immediately yelled and asked the soldier in charge of crime management.

"Ke Shangwei, how did you manage the slaves! You are so brave to run up and smash, and you dare to hurt people, but it won't happen!"

Emperor Qin insisted on pursuing longevity medicine, alchemy alchemist had a very high status in Qin, especially Xu Fu was the most favored by His Majesty, so as a fellow recommended by senior brother, his status was not low when he first came.

The **** who led the way was afraid that they would be angry because of what happened just now, so he turned his head and let his majesty know that there would be no good results if things were not done well, so the eunuchs eagerly asked the guilt first and shrugged off the responsibility.

"I ask the adults to forgive the sins. The little ones will surely learn a lesson when you look back. They will be strictly guarded, and the adults will punish the little ones willingly."

The guards dared not refute, and knelt on one knee to admit their mistakes.

In a dynasty with a strict hierarchical system, there is no right or wrong truth, and fairness does not exist at all.

The beautiful man was so scared that he kept kowtow and begged. He wanted to hold his son together, but the wolf cub's boy had hard bones and burst into tears, which meant he would not admit anything.

That little tortoise is obviously really important to the teenager.

Seeing the tears that were falling, Chu Huai wanted to reach out and wipe it off, but he couldn't touch it, so he could only wait for Wei Zifang's actions in a hurry, feeling anxious.

Even the whimsical expectation to manipulate this with mental thoughts is just an illusory picture of memory.

Fortunately, Wei Zifang did not let him down, raised his hand to stop the questioning, walked to the wolf cub’s boy and asked.

"What's your name?"

The young man didn't answer him, but just stared at him with angry eyes, using this kind of performance to express anger and resistance.

The father next to him was so anxious that he was about to die, and hated that he was too spoiled about his son on weekdays, and now he has made a big disaster.

The soldier's expression was also a little worried, "If you go back to the adults, this kid is called Yu Ke, young and ignorant, please let him go, the younger ones will definitely be disciplined strictly in the future..."

"It's okay, I made the mistake first. Your little tortoise is dead, and I can't save it. What you want, as long as I can do it, but it doesn't hurt."

He stared at the face of the wolf pup and apologized.

The senior man next to him changed his expression slightly, as if he had just seen a ghost. It is hard to believe when his temper became so good?

The boy didn't seem to think how he could talk so well. If he always ran into an adult, even if he didn't die, he would have to peel off his skin. He bit him. Why didn't he get angry?

But now is not the time to think about this, now his little turtle is dead.

The boy was sad with red eyes, "I don't want other things, I want my little turtle..."

When the words fell, Wei Zifang's lips pursed again, and he was stumped.

No matter how deep his Taoism and how well the formations are, resurrecting dead creatures is really a technical job.

"Then I think of a way."

He could only temporarily comfort him, and it was a bit of a headache to watch the little tortoise that could no longer die.

"Really? Can you save my little turtle?"

The young man didn't know that he could comfort him, only if he really had a way, his eyes brightened, and he was full of expectation, and his hands holding the turtle were red with cold.

At the end of the winter, the snow had just melted, the sky was still very cold, and the slaves' clothes were thin.

His heart moved slightly, the ghost and **** sent off his robe and put it on the boy, smiling,

"Keep the robe, if I can't bring the live turtle back to change it, this robe is yours."

"Who cares about your robe, I want my little turtle!"

The boy stared, his first impression was really not good.

Moreover, he was very courageous, not like a slave at all. Looking at the back who was older than him, or younger than him, he was terrified and afraid. This young man alone developed such a temperament.

Chu Huai and Wei Zifang in the illusion raised their lips at the same time, showing a smile.

Then he walked back with the poor little tortoise.

He naturally has no way to truly resurrect the dead beings. Even if the **** Daluo comes, he can't do such a rebellious thing.

But he has traveled for many years, and he has a very wide range of things, so he can't resurrect, so he can think of other ways.

Chu Huai watched Wei Zifang go back to the palace and flipped through the classics day and night to find a solution, and even the main business of the elixir of immortality was left behind.

The group of imperial alchemists were very dissatisfied with his undisciplined attitude, and the seniors also had a headache.

"What anxiously, can such a precious pill be refined in a day or two? They are anxious and let them do it by themselves. No one knows what they are doing in private? People are smoked to death..."

He didn't care, even sneered.

Not all cultivators in the world have righteousness to enter the Tao. The Emperor Qin is obsessed with longevity and summons capable people from all over the world. All kinds of Taoism, no matter the depth, can fish in troubled waters.

In order to find out the secret of immortality, what can't be done? What method is afraid to try?

"Junior Brother, that's why I invite you to go down the mountain. You should calculate the fate of Emperor Qin."

Brother, don't know, sigh.

If it can't be done, once the Emperor Qin dies, this group of slaves of the old race will certainly not survive. It would be a pity that they would find a needle in a haystack where they could go to find such a peculiar race.

He paused, thinking of the teenager with whom he had an agreement.

"Brother, I have a way to prolong my life. As long as your Majesty promises not to leave things to me for the elderly, I will help him. What do you think?"

"Can it be done?"

"Yes, just agree to my request."

He smiled faintly, staring at the excited senior, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Brother, you really have lived in vain at this age, and the Tao has been cultivated in vain for so many years. Don’t you know that there is a word in this world called ‘hong’?

He doesn't have the ability to change his fate, but he has the ability to turn the tide.

No matter how the senior brother advised the Emperor Qin to save the turtle'live', he went to the dungeon again.

With anticipation to fulfill the agreement with the boy, he wanted to see what the staring wolf cub laughed like.

He didn't see clearly what the other party looked like last time with his dirty face. He only remembered those pierced eyes and the temper with teeth and claws.

His reappearance scared the soldiers and the old slaves who managed the dungeon.

The soldier cautiously greeted him and asked him where he came from, and once again apologized for the collision last time, and helped the young man intercede. The actions of maintenance were very obvious.

He knows why the surname Ke Bingtou defends the wolf cub so much.

Because this soldier was the boy's father, Yu Ke's name was obvious. He also checked it in private. It is precisely because of the soldier's protection that the wolf cub could develop such a bold temper as a slave.

The guards of the soldiers stationed in the dungeon all year round, the old people are beautiful, and it's normal to have love after a long time.

Only with the ability of a soldier can only do this, so that the lover's son can make it easier, and the others can't protect him.

Compared with the fear of soldiers and other slaves, Yu Ke was obviously more courageous.

Seeing him appear, he immediately remembered the agreement, and was so surprised that he ran up quickly, grabbed his arm and asked anxiously.

"Where is the little tortoise, where is my little tortoise? Did you save it?"

The anxious young man only cares about how his turtle is. He is not afraid to worry about whether his bold behavior will anger the distinguished adults. He raises his head in an anxious manner.

His face was still dirty, and his hands were dark, as if he had just grabbed charcoal.

He always loves cleanliness, a little helpless,

"I saved your tortoise, but you soiled my clothes. How are you going to pay me?"

The young man reacted and looked at the black paw prints on his sleeves, and at him with a cold expression. His clear eyes moved, and then he hurriedly hid his hands behind his back and said.

"I will wash the clothes for you. You are going to return my little turtle soon. I don't believe that you really have the ability to come back to life!"

The rapid and slightly agitated voice was obviously a kind of attention.

He couldn't help but want to laugh, he was quite clever.