Chapter 4612： Xiao Chen's Secret

Xiao Moli turned around, raised his leg, and kicked the long stick that hit several people directly.

A blood-stained middle-aged man was taken two steps back with great strength and fell to the ground.

He was about to close his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.

Xiu Siyu rushed forward, "Uncle Wang, why are you here? Where is Brother Qingfeng? Where are the others in the village?"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, saw Xiu Siyu, his tight body relaxed, and he glanced at An Ziqi and the others behind her, the light that had just risen in his eyes dimmed instantly, flashing thickly. Disappointed, shook his head.

"Dead, all dead, only me and Lao Chen, Lao Li, Xiao Liang and Mr. Mu are left.

Mr. Mu was seriously injured in the morning, and now he is in the house, depending on the situation, it may not last two days.

We will all die, we will all die. "

Xiu Siyu's eyes blushed instantly, and he got up and ran towards Mu Qingfeng's house.

An Ziqi and Xiao Moli, and Xiao Chen followed.

In the dimly lit room, Mu Qingfeng was lying on the bed covered in blood stains, and the ups and downs of her chest were almost faintly invisible.

"Brother Qingfeng."

Xiu Siyu rushed forward with red eyes, stretched out his hand to grab Mu Qingfeng's arm, and shook it vigorously.

Seeing no one on the bed reacted, tears fell in an instant.

An Ziqi mobilized her mental power to explore Mu Qingfeng's body.

A few strands of black mist were firmly suppressed by Mu Qingfeng's mental strength in his mind, and at this moment it was constantly impacting his mental barrier.

And Mu Qingfeng's mental power has become weaker and weaker, and it will not last long.

An Ziqi immediately mobilized her mental power and entered his mind.

Fortunately, she had cooperated with Mu Qingfeng before. Therefore, although Mu Qingfeng was not sober at the moment, her mental power did not reject her.

With her joining, the black stale air was quickly cleaned up.

In addition, Mu Qingfeng was mainly due to excessive loss of mental power and spiritual power, coupled with internal injuries and damage to the internal organs, so he was unconscious.

This injury sounded heavy to ordinary people, but to the monk, it was just a small injury.

Under normal circumstances, Mu Qingfeng should be able to recover within a few days.

It's just that the situation is different now. His mental power and spiritual power are all over-worn, and he has no extra energy to recover.

Fortunately, when they were about to set off, Xiao Chen had already called Xiao Qian'ai and asked her to airlift some Lingguo to Changbai Mountain.

They got it as soon as they got off the plane.

An Ziqi stretched out her hand and took out the thermostat box from behind Xiao Moli, took out a spirit fruit from it and sent it to Mu Qingfeng's mouth.

Then he turned around and went to the man just now to find out about the current situation here.

There were originally more than 100 people in the village, but now there are only five people left.

They are currently in Mu Qingfeng's small courtyard, and the others have all died.

These people have witnessed the death of their relatives and friends, and their spirits are on the verge of collapse.

An Ziqi felt uncomfortable seeing them like this.

Turning to go out, there was a sudden dizziness in his mind, and his body couldn't help shaking in place.

Xiao Moli, who was following her hurriedly stretched out his hand to support her, and said with an ugly expression, "How are you? Where is it?"

An Ziqi shook her head, "It's okay, maybe it's just that I was too rushed before and I was a little tired."