Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio A young man was lying in the clear stream. His face was as pale as a piece of paper and his body was in an even more miserable state. His skin was torn and his flesh was exposed. His white bones were exposed and broken. It was a horrifying sight. His eyes were closed and he was unconscious in the river.
"It's a dead man. Don't bother about him."
A burly man glanced at him and said in a rough voice.
He was carrying two lion-shaped wild beasts that weighed hundreds of kilograms on his shoulders. Even though he was at the peak of the Martial Spirit Realm, it was not easy for him to walk all the way here.
Most people agreed with his words, because the man in the stream clearly didn't seem to be breathing.
Moreover, even if he was still alive, it was almost impossible for him to recover from the serious injuries on his body.
"Wait."
The man called Brother Quan, who was also the only one among them who had advanced to the Martial Ancestor Realm, fixed his eyes on the left chest of the young man who was soaking in the stream.
There was a slight trembling curve there. Although it was not big, he could see it clearly with his sharp eyes.
There was also a heartbeat.
"Splash."
Under his signal, four men jumped into the water and carefully fished the young man out of the stream.
"He's not dead yet."
The man called Brother Quan said in a surprised tone as he stretched out two fingers and placed them on the young man's left chest to feel.
"He's not dead."
The eyes of the burly man who was carrying the wild beasts were wide open.
The young man who was fished out of the water had a large part of his body cracked. His chest had collapsed and broken bones were sticking out. His wounds had become pale after being soaked in the stream and his blood seemed to have dried up. How could he not die in such a state?
These people who came from a small village could not believe it. However, it seemed that Brother Quan was very prestigious in their hearts. After he spoke, no one questioned him.
"This is not an ordinary person."
The man called Brother Quan glanced at the wounds on the young man's body and narrowed his eyes.
Not to mention other things, it was not easy for a person to be injured like this. Moreover, it was even more strange that he could survive such injuries.
"Brother Quan, even if he's not dead, he's definitely disabled. We don't need to care about him. Besides, who knows if he's a good person or a bad person? Why do we need to look for trouble?"
The burly man who was carrying the wild beasts muttered again.
The two wild beasts were really heavy today.
However, what he said was exactly what everyone was thinking.
Brother Quan frowned and agreed with their words. Just when he was about to stand up, he saw a small wound on the young man's body healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, he saw that the wound had formed a scab, and the skin had quickly returned to its normal color.
Then, he saw the scab form and the skin color return.
Brother Quan was dumbstruck by the scene in front of him. His eyes revealed a shocked expression. After a long while, he finally reacted under the urging of the people beside him and made a firm decision. "Bring him back first."
Although the crowd was reluctant, they still made a simple frame and carried the young man back to the small mountain village.
People in the mountain village were relatively simple. The two beasts were quickly distributed to each family. The rescued young man was placed in Brother Quan's house.
Brother Quan's name was Quan Yong. Actually, he wasn't from this village. However, he came to this small village more than ten years ago. At that time, he was seriously injured and brought a baby girl here. Because of his decent strength, he saved the villagers a few times while hunting in the mountains. Very quickly, the villagers accepted him. Moreover, because of his existence, the casualties of the villagers decreased and they never went hungry again. Thus, he gained the respect of the villagers. Usually, if there was anything, the villagers would follow his orders.
More than ten years had passed since he had stayed there. Usually, Quan Yong would go hunting with the villagers every day. However, when he was alone, his eyes were filled with sorrow and sorrow.
Therefore, the elders in the village said that he was a person with a story. However, whenever someone asked him about it, he would never answer. He didn't even tell them who the mother of the baby girl was.
Quan Yong's house was at the northern end of the village. A group of people carried the young man to the door of the house. The door was opened and a delicate and pretty young girl wearing coarse clothes walked out of the house. Seeing this scene, she was a little stunned. However, when she saw that the person on the stretcher was not Quan Yong, she heaved a sigh of relief. There was a pure smile on her face, causing the young people to be a little dazed.
"Rongrong, step aside first."
Quan Yong walked over and pulled his daughter to the side. He ordered the young people to carry the seriously injured young man to his room.
After a while, the young people settled everything and left. Quan Yong also returned to his room.
"Father, who is he? Why is he so seriously injured?"
Looking at the young man on the bed with his eyes closed, Quan Rongrong's bright eyes flashed with curiosity. She opened her mouth and asked Quan Yong, who walked in.
"I don't know. I met him in the mountains. However, he can still be saved."
When facing his daughter, Quan Yong's eyes revealed a loving expression. He rubbed the young girl's head and signaled her to leave.
"As expected, the wounds on his body can heal by themselves."
Quan Yong's gaze once again fell on a small wound on the young man's body. As expected, after he observed for a period of time, the wound naturally healed. There was not a trace of it at all. It was as if the wound just now did not exist.
After continuously observing many places, Quan Yong could confirm that the young man in front of him indeed had the ability to heal by himself. Moreover, this kind of recovery speed was extremely shocking.
Moreover, through his observation, regardless of whether it was the large wounds or the broken bones, they were all healing and recovering at a very slow pace ….
"Hiss …"
He secretly clicked his tongue and lightly sucked in a breath of cold air. His eyes were filled with shock.
This kind of recovery speed was simply shocking. Even Quan Yong, who was the most knowledgeable person in this small village, could not come back to his senses at this moment.
"He's definitely not a simple person."
A glint flashed across his eyes before he walked out and headed straight into the mountains. Only when it was almost nightfall did he walk out of the mountains with a wild beast on his shoulder and a bunch of medicinal herbs in his hand.
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