Chapter 1199

Just as I was drinking and chatting with everyone, a voice suddenly broke the harmony here.

"What's the matter with you? I said I couldn't come in. Why did I have to come in? " It was a bartender who was trying to stop a beggar who tried to come in and ask for some leftovers. Naturally, he would not be polite when he spoke.

The beggar is old and in ragged clothes. He looks thin and dirty. Moreover, his neck is full of carbuncle, suppuration and bleeding. It looks very terrible.

Everyone stopped laughing and turned to see the old beggar.

The old beggar's lips trembled, but he couldn't speak. He was still mute and couldn't speak at all.

"Come on, you can't be allowed to come in here to beg..." the bartender said impatiently, "wait outside for what you want to eat. Our shopkeeper will send you some porridge regularly every day. Just wait."

The old beggar didn't go, but gesticulated. He made an "ah ah" sound in his mouth and didn't know what he was talking about.

"Old mute," said a drinking guest, "is your grandson ill again? Why don't you just go? "

When the man spoke, the old beggar immediately saluted with fists and nodded repeatedly, indicating that the man guessed well.

The man sighed: "your grandson can't live at all. Why do you have to beg and cure him every day? It's not easy to ask for some crystal stone. I'm reluctant to eat or drink. It's hard for me and my children. Why? "

The old beggar had tears in his eyes, but he gritted his teeth. His eyes clearly told everyone that he would try his best to treat his grandson and would never give up any hope.

Someone asked curiously, "do you know him?"

The former speaker said: "he was a rich man in our area. When he was young, he was lazy, ate, drank, whored and gambled, and caused trouble. It is the object of everyone's spitting and disgusting. Maybe god punished him. After he was old, his property was burned clean by a big fire, and he became what he is now... Ah, his family died in the fire, leaving him with a hoarse voice and his grandson who was half burned alive... It's all retribution. "

After listening, everyone nodded one by one, as if they agreed with the man's words.

I quietly looked at all this in front of me and slowly said, "how was his grandson hurt?"

The man who told us about the origin of the old beggar continued: "when the fire burned up, his grandson was left in the room to sleep by his parents because he was too young. Everyone couldn't save him in time... His limbs were badly burned and there was no place in his body. We all thought he would die, but I don't know what prescription the old mute used. It's actually a hard delay until now... "

I looked at the old beggar and said slowly, "come on, take me to see your grandson."

The old mute just had a bad voice and couldn't speak. He heard it very clearly. He looked at me as if he saw the Savior. He made a big bow, nodded repeatedly and expressed his thanks.

I got up with a smile, went to the door of the moon tower, looked at the old beggar and said, "come on, I'll buy you some food on the way."

The old beggar took out a crumpled white paper and a broken pen and wrote a line of words on the paper quickly.

I watched the old beggar finish writing, sighed and said to him, "I'm not a doctor, I may not be able to help you. But I'll do my best, and you can rest assured. "

Maybe my words made the people here interested. They actually put down their glasses temporarily and got up together to follow me to see what happened.

Curiosity is a common feature of human beings. I feel it deeply, and I'm not surprised.

Under the guidance of the old beggar, our party came to a broken old building.

The building has traces of fire burning, and if you look at the traces, the fire has been happening for some time.

"This is the old mute's original residence. It was the best in our area at that time. Unfortunately, after a fire, there were only these left."

One sighed and said, "if we wanted to go in before, it would not be easy."

I looked at the broken bricks and tiles in front of me, sighed and said to the old beggar, "where is the child?"

The old beggar bent down to lead the way. After taking a few steps, he looked back at me. It seemed that he was worried that I wouldn't follow him in.

I raised my feet with a smile and strode to keep up with the old beggar who hurriedly led the way.

In a room with only one corner left, I saw a dirty and messy bed on which lay a four or five-year-old child with weak breathing and severe disability.

After I only looked at it, I couldn't help frowning, sighing and saying, "there's no other way to save its original spirit and reshape its flesh."

The child's limbs are gone, leaving only one body, still covered with scars.

In some places, because the injury has not recovered and pus and blood flow out, it seems that it is really not far from death.

The old beggar turned pale, shook his head and wrote a line.

The old beggar means that he can't do what I said at all, let alone protect the child's yuan God. Even if he temporarily saves the child's life, he has done his best.

I knew what the old beggar said was true, so I took out a small pill and handed it to the old beggar: "this is a small pill. If you take it for the child, the injury will certainly get better. As long as the child is alive, I will find a way to give him a new body and help him resurrect. "

The old beggar looked at me as if he were looking at an ancient god. The expression on his face changed slowly and finally became complete gratitude and worship.

The old beggar took the small pill I gave him. His trembling hands seemed to crush the pill at any time, but they never did.

He fed the dying child to take xiaohuandan in front of everyone. It was difficult for the child to swallow, but he had a strong will to survive. He cooperated with the old beggar and took xiaohuandan hard.

Xiao huandan's healing effect is excellent. Soon after the child took it, his breathing was obviously more stable, and the scars on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

How can the curative effect of xiaohuandan be so obvious? Is this child not an ordinary child, but a special constitution similar to the holy body.

The child seemed not simple. I moved in my heart and raised my hand to touch the scarred child's head. The power of the yuan God slowly entered the child's body.

A moment later, I took back my hand and determined my previous judgment.

The child is really extraordinary. His physique is different from that of ordinary people. No wonder he was burned like this and hasn't died until now.