Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation After sleeping for an unknown period of time, Feng Hao's consciousness remained in a state of chaos.
Early in the morning, Quan Yong and the villagers once again entered the mountains to hunt. Only his daughter, Quan Rongrong, was left in the wooden hut to take care of the young man they had picked up.
Now, half a month had passed. Within this half a month, the heavily injured young man's body had undergone an earth-shattering transformation. The terrifying wounds on his body had all healed and the broken bones had miraculously recovered. This caused Quan Yong to exclaim in amazement. He was even more certain that this young man had an extraordinary background.
However, even though his wounds had healed, the young man still did not show any signs of awakening.
At this moment, the young man had put on a set of Quan Yong's clothes and was quietly lying on the bed. Beside the bed, Quan Rongrong supported her head with one hand and was sleeping soundly. There was still a sparkling and translucent trace of water at the corner of her mouth. On her pure and charming face, there was a faint smile, as if she was having a sweet dream.
"Water … water …"
A weak voice was transmitted from the bed, immediately waking up the dozing Quan Rongrong. She was slightly startled. Soon after, she looked towards the bed, only to see the young man, who was originally quietly lying on the bed, opening his mouth and weakly muttering.
"You're awake."
Quan Rongrong immediately jumped up like a rabbit. Her eyes were filled with surprise and panic as she directly ran out of the room. After a short while, she ran back in.
Because, Quan Yong had yet to return.
"What should I do?"
Looking at the young man who was still mumbling intermittently on the bed, Quan Rongrong was like a headless fly as she swayed back and forth. She did not know what to do.
"That's right, feed him medicine. Medicine should be effective."
When she thought of the medicinal soup that Quan Yong brewed every day, Quan Rongrong's eyes lit up and she once again ran out. When she returned, she was holding a wooden bowl filled with cold medicinal soup as she went straight to the bed.
Then, she carefully picked up a wooden spoon and scooped the medicinal soup into the young man's somewhat chapped lips.
After feeding him a bowl of medicinal soup, Quan Rongrong was so busy that she was sweating profusely. The young man fell asleep again and became quiet again. His breathing became long and deep.
"What a strange person. He has clearly recovered long ago, but he still refuses to get up from his bed. How strange."
Quan Rongrong mumbled to herself as the young man did not respond even after calling out a few times. She carried the wooden bowl and walked out of the room.
However, what she didn't see was that after she turned around, the fingers of the young man on the bed moved slightly, and his tightly shut eyelids also trembled slightly …
Time passed day by day …
In the darkness, scenes after scenes flashed through Fenghao's mind. There were various scenes of battles and various figures. Finally, a few beautiful faces that were like pear blossoms in the rain appeared in front of him. Those red eyes caused his heart to tighten and his soul to tremble.
"Ling 'er."
Following a cry of surprise, the bedridden Feng Hao suddenly opened his eyes. A frightening light flashed in his eyes, and after a while, they returned to their normal pitch-black color. It was as deep and bottomless as the starry sky.
"Phew …"
He opened his mouth and exhaled a long breath of air. Only then did he start to size up everything in the room. Suddenly, a blank look flashed in his eyes. "Where is this place?"
He remembered that he should be undergoing the Heavenly Tribulation in the Inner Tomb. Why was he here? Moreover, the clothes on his body did not seem to be his.
"What exactly happened?"
Feng Hao sat up and rubbed his somewhat dizzy head.
He only remembered that he had already successfully passed through the first nine layers of Heavenly Punishment. After that, a figure walked out from the pitch-black tribulation clouds …
As if feeling that pressure again, Feng Hao's hair stood on end. He was drenched in sweat and his face turned somewhat pale.
Too powerful. He only seemed to hear a few words before a familiar voice rang out. His body felt light and he fell into darkness. He had no idea what exactly happened after that.
"Where is she? Could she have brought me out?"
Feng Hao thought of the white-clothed woman. The voice that appeared in his mind was also very similar to hers.
Just as he was about to delve deeper into his thoughts, some noise outside the room attracted his attention.
At this moment, at the entrance of the village, several burly men were carried in, their bodies covered in blood. This immediately attracted the attention of the people in the village. Some sobbing sounds were also heard, adding a sense of grief.
Some of the burly men in the village stood to the side with resentment, their fists tightly clenched and their teeth grinding. Quan Yong's face was also ashen as he silently stood there. His eyes flickered indeterminately, but in the end, it turned into a helpless sigh.
"Rongrong, why did you come out?"
Quan Yong's expression changed when he saw his daughter jogging over. He nervously went to greet her, not letting her see the bloody scene.
"Father, what happened to those uncles?"
Quan Rongrong's petite face was a little pale as she asked anxiously.
"It's nothing, it's nothing."
Quan Yong's body slightly stiffened, but he quickly returned to normal. With a doting expression, he stroked the young girl's head and comforted her.
"You …"
Then, Quan Yong's eyes were suddenly filled with shock. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.
This was because a young man wearing his clothes was walking towards him.
"Big brother, you're awake. It's already been seventeen days, and you've only woken up now."
Sensing her father's abnormality, Quan Rongrong also turned her head. When she saw Feng Hao, she immediately cried out in surprise. Her clear and bright eyes flashed with some spirit, and her pretty face also regained some color.
"Seventeen days."
Hearing this, Feng Hao could not help but be slightly taken aback. He swept a puzzled glance at the father and daughter in front of him, and blurted out. "Could it be … you guys saved me?"
Immediately, an ominous premonition surged in his heart, and his expression also sank.
He thought of the woman in white. He was certain that the one who saved him at the last moment was definitely the woman in white. However, how did he come out of the Inner Tomb and appear here? Then, where did the woman in white go?
Question after question flashed through his mind, but he could not find an answer to a single one.
Because of his abnormal state, Quan Yong carefully shielded his daughter behind him, and looked at him warily.
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