But unfortunately, he is not dead yet, he is still struggling...
So cruel... and so horrible...
The ancestral hall is full of people who are seriously injured and dying. Some of them have their abdomens torn open and dripping with blood; some are torn most of their bodies; some have their hands cut off; Comparable to Da Yuan.
Su Luo looked around and found that there were about 30 people who were seriously injured, but there was only one pharmacist.
And this alchemist... Su Luo couldn't help laughing.
Because this alchemist turned out to be a small intermediate pharmacist.
Intermediate Alchemist…
What can an intermediate pharmacist do
But what can be done then? This is a closed mountain village. It is so difficult to get out of the village. If it takes so many days to go down the mountain and enter the city, why should a pharmacist come here? Therefore, it is very unrealistic to go to the city to find a pharmacist.
Su Luo saw that the intermediate pharmacist was in a hurry to treat them with elementary medicinal herbs, and she couldn't bear it.
Because Su Luo is very clear, let this pharmacist go on treatment, the more than 30 people here are lucky to be able to survive.
Su Luo sighed lightly, these are what they owe Mojiacun, so let her pay it back.
Just when Su Luo was about to treat Dayuan, the old man had already woken up, his body was shaking, and he looked at Dayuan silently.
Village Chief Mo looked at the old man sympathetically and heavily, and said, "Second uncle, Dayuan is a great hero. In order to save Mo Qi, he was one step behind, so..."
The old man looked at Dayuan, who was in great pain, and saw Dayuan moaning in pain, his heart clenched tightly, and all his pores stood up.
The whole body was split in half... How much pain does this child have? The old man wished it was him lying now.
He was in so much pain that he didn't notice the village chief's equivocal words.
Dae-won is indeed seriously injured for saving Mo-chi, but, if it weren't for Mo-chi at the last minute...
The village chief looked at the old man's body trembling, and said bitterly: "Second Uncle, Dayuan is in such pain now, it's more uncomfortable to live than to die, it's better... it's better..."
The village chief couldn't bear to look anymore, he turned his head and handed a dagger.
If it wasn't for the fear that the old man would not see Dayuan's last face, he would have ended this painful life for Dayuan long ago.
Anyway, it is impossible for anyone to save Dayuan. Rather than struggling for the last few hours, it is better to die happily.
The old man held a dagger in his hand, and his hands were trembling.
"Grandpa... kill me... please... kill me..." Dayuan opened his eyes, sweat like soybeans rolled down, and in order to say these words, he used all his strength.
After saying this, he fainted.
It's so painful so painful...
The old man's tears rolled down.
He wanted to ask God, why, why? Isn't punishing him enough today
He and Xiaoyuan almost died, and now Dayuan is like this... What the hell did he do
"God! How on earth are you going to punish us?!" The old man's wrinkled face had the deepest hatred. He stared at the sky, almost spitting out fire!
Su Luo hardly dared to look into the eyes of the old man.
All this is not caused by God, but a few of them... they are.