In front of me, the inner room is pitiful, only seven or eight square meters, and the furnishings of the inner room are also extremely simple, with a bed, a chair, a cabinet, and a small table with a kettle and a small water cup on it.

Huang Shikun was lying on this single bed with his eyes closed, looking at his heaving chest, he knew that he was just sleeping quietly.

Wang Sancai had heard the long-haired man of the Dark Sect say that Huang Shikun was still alive a long time ago, and he believed it a little at the time, but later when the long-haired man came to save Hai Tianqing, he was a little shaken by this, and then knew that the long-haired man was a member of the Dark Sect, and Wang Sancai had a hard time believing what he had told him before.

In my heart, I just vaguely felt that Huang Shikun was still alive, but there was only a small possibility.

But it wasn't until today that he saw Huang Shikun's undulating chest again with his own eyes, and he found out that it was true that Huang Shikun was still alive.

Wang Sancai never imagined that the "stupid person" in Huang Tian's mouth was his eldest son Huang Shikun.

"Yes, that's him." Huang Tian replied in a low voice.

At this time, another deep voice also sounded at the same time: "Patriarch." ”

Wang Sancai turned his head to look at the voice, and saw that it was another person in the inner room who spoke, this person was wearing an inconspicuous robe, with a Chinese face, and his face was clean and without a beard, but the knife-like wrinkles and meticulous white hair proved that he was old.

When Wang Sancai looked at him, he was nodding slightly at Huang Tian, and Wang Sancai also noticed that this old man's address to Huang Tian was not the prime minister but the patriarch, which proved that he was also a member of the Huang family.

"Huang Lao is welcome." Huang Tian's tone was a little respectful. Then he looked at Huang Shikun and asked, "How has Shikun been doing in the past few days?" ”

Huang Lao stared at Huang Tian for a moment, and shook his head helplessly: "Since the last time he woke up once, nothing good has happened. ”

"Ugh." Huang Tian couldn't help but sigh heavily, he walked to Huang Shikun's bedside, stretched out a hand and stroked his son's forehead.

"He's ......" Wang Sancai also walked to the bed, he remembered that Huang Shikun cut his throat when he killed himself, but now it seems that Huang Shikun only has a long scar on his neck that has healed, and other than that. There is no trace of stitching.

Can a person survive with a throat cut and a wound that heals completely alone?

Wang Sancai doesn't believe in such a fallacy!

Not to mention that blood will rush into the lungs. That is, if the sutures are not carried out in time, the breathing of the person whose throat has been cut is a problem.

He admitted that he couldn't bother to pay attention to Huang Shikun's situation at that time, but he absolutely didn't believe that he survived by the automatic healing of the wound after cutting his throat.

"He's in a state of eternal sleep right now. You can understand that his physical body is still alive. But the soul is almost dead. Huang Tian looked at Huang Shikun. Quietly explained.

Wang Sancai couldn't help but subconsciously say a word: "Vegetative? ”

Huang Tian was slightly stunned, turned his head to look at Wang Sancai, and nodded: "The metaphor is very vivid." He is like a plant at the moment. ”

Wang Sancai swallowed his saliva, pointed to the scar on Huang Shikun's neck, and asked, "Can I ask what happened later?" ”

Huang Tian stared at Wang Sancai for a moment, walked around the head of the bed to the side of the bed, took the initiative to sit down, and patted the bed at the same time and said, "Sit down and talk slowly." ”

"Okay." In response, Wang Sancai sat next to Huang Shikun.

Immediately afterward, he saw that Huang Tian's whole person was caught in memories, and his eyes became a little cloudy, and he seemed to ponder for a moment before he said slowly: "When he was sent, I couldn't believe my eyes, his head was almost separated from his body, and only one bone was connected to his body. ”

Wang Sancai also noticed that the scar on Huang Shikun's entire neck was almost round, thinking that the wound was pulled apart because of the bumps on the way.

"The blood on his body at that time had already coagulated, his face was pale, his pupils were dilated, and he knew that he had been dead for a long time at a glance." Huang Tian sighed.

Wang Sancai felt that it was also the case, and there were many days of transportation from Tuye City to the national capital.

But the question is, how did he "live" again? Although it looks like a vegetative person, it also has signs of life after all!

Wang Sancai didn't speak, and quietly listened to Huang Tian continue to speak: "According to the tradition of our Huang family, my father is still alive, and the eldest son died by suicide, so he can't be buried in the ancestral tomb, and I'm not in my hometown, I want to preserve Shikun's body as completely as possible, and when I go back later, I will build a small tomb for him alone, just like that, I found Huang Lao, Huang Lao is a sacrifice of his own clan, he has a magical ability, can make the corpse in the case of exposure without decay for several months. ”

Wang Sancai couldn't help but glance at Huang Lao, since the two of them sat down, Huang Lao also sat on the chair opposite, with a Huang Shikun in the middle, Wang San found that Huang Lao seemed to be holding something in his hand, but because of this, he couldn't see it.

However, Wang Sancai understood the situation Huang Tian said very well, preventing corpse decay was already a very mature technology in the world before he crossed over, but Wang Sancai also understood what level the embalming technology in that world had reached, and whether it could remain incorruptible for several months when the corpse was exposed as Huang Tian said.

He was thinking about this matter, but Huang Tian's next sentence immediately startled him: "However, the next day, Huang Lao found me and told me that Shi Kun came back from the dead. ”

Wang Sancai suddenly felt as if his heart had been hit hard by a heavy object, and he immediately asked, "What happened that day?" ”

Huang Tian looked at Huang Lao and motioned, "Huang Lao, you tell him." ”

Huang Lao stood up tremblingly, Wang Sancai wanted to stop it, but Huang Tian held his hand and shook his head at him, so Wang Sancai saw Huang Lao raise his hand, and he was holding a black stick similar to a burning stick, so he heard him say: "I think it played a role." ”

"What is this?" Wang Sancai asked.

Huang Lao replied to him with a word that was enough to make him laugh: "Divine stick." ”

If it had been placed in other circumstances, Wang Sancai might have laughed on the spot, but now, listening to Huang Lao's reverent and almost sacred tone, Wang Sancai did not have the slightest smile in his heart.

Huang Lao slowly put down his hand and carefully placed the magic stick on the edge of the bed, and then, he shook his head and smiled, his voice was old and self-deprecating: "I have always been a bad sacrifice, since the patriarch of the previous generation left me to garrison the national capital, I knew that I might be like this in my life, so I drank wine all my life, and went to all the female branches of the national capital, when I was old, I no longer believed in the gods of our Huang family, I think he was the same as other gods, and he made up a story to make children obedient, So every time I put on my robe and recite prayers, it was just for the sake of acting. ”

Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly three times: "It should be regarded as a wonderful performance for people, so that people can have a spiritual comfort." ”

Wang Sancai only felt that his heart was pounding, because he felt that the truth was about to come.

Hearing that Huang Lao's tone suddenly changed, he became holy and resolute, and continued: "But, until that day...... I will never forget that day, that day, that is, in this tiled house, the body of the eldest young master lay on this bed, and I knelt here as usual, before embalming the corpse of the eldest young master, as usual, and touched the forehead of the great master with the magic stick handed down from our antiquity, and chanted those ancient words, not because I still believed in them at the time, but because he was the eldest son of the patriarch, and he died, and I had to go through all the procedures step by step, and these words, It's the only prayer I've ever said and said for the rest of my life. ”

After a pause, he continued: "But then something unexpected happened, for the first time in my life, the gods responded to me, and the moment I opened my eyes, I saw that the wound on the eldest young master's neck actually didn't know when it would heal, and even his face became ruddy, I was at a loss, because I had never seen this kind of thing happen, so I quickly put my ear on the eldest young master's chest, and then ...... I heard a strong heartbeat. ”

Wang Sancai only felt that his throat was dry, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"So......" Huang Lao suddenly opened his arms, looked at the dirty and black ceiling above, and said in an extremely pious tone: "I understand the truth, the gods are the only true gods!" ”

Wang Sancai had heard the word "gods" before, but at that time he thought that the gods represented all people, but it was only now that Wang Sancai really understood that "gods" only referred to a certain god, the gods believed in by the Huang family.

The point is, what this Huang Lao told was simply incredible, he just took a stick and tapped the corpse's head, and then closed his eyes and read some words, and a dead man came back to life?

But if this is not the case, how did Huang Shikun come back to life?

A corpse that had been dead for many days and had become stiff and about to decay, even the head and body were about to be separated, but the wound was automatically healed and regained its vitality, and even the heart that had stopped beating a long time ago was beating very strongly.

How can this be explained?

Wang Sancai couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it, looking at the respectful gaze that solemnly looked at Huang Lao, for the first time in his life, the idea of "God" took root in Wang Sancai's heart......

Wang Sancai's heart can be described by the word "jaw-dropping", but on the surface it is not so exaggerated, despite this, Wang Sancai's tone inevitably seems a little difficult: "The process is like this? ”

Huang Lao nodded: "It was already midnight, and I was afraid that what I saw was an illusion, so I stayed here all night, and the next day, I called others to come and find out that it was true, so I notified the patriarch as quickly as possible." ”

Wang Sancai subconsciously looked at Huang Tian, and saw that Huang Tian also nodded.

Wang Sancai pondered for a moment and urged, "So, what's next?" What happened next? (To be continued......)