On the other side, the witch doctor fed the little fox medicine as usual, but this time it had no effect.

The little fox curled up into a ball, closed his eyes, and his breathing became shallower and shallower. If he didn't hold his breath and listen, he wouldn't be able to hear anything.

The witch doctor put down the medicine bowl, walked out of the cave, and stared into the distance where there was no news, his face full of sorrow and disappointment in his heart.

Sure enough, miracles are ultimately just an unattainable luxury.

As night falls, the moon hangs high in the sky, and stars dot the surroundings. In the silent night, the only sound is the chirping of insects.

The white fox on the stone bed's belly rose and fell less and less, and its breathing became intermittent, obviously it was dying.

The witch doctor paced back and forth outside the cave, his anxious mood gradually becoming numb, and he no longer held out any hope.

At this moment, a huge wolf shadow came stepping on the moon, and the bright light sprinkled on the ground, guiding him on the way forward.

"Zheng'er, you're back? Did you find the snow lotus?"

The witch doctor was so excited with surprise and joy that he asked repeatedly.

The silver wolf ran over at an extremely fast speed, put the snow lotus in its mouth into the old man's arms, and then couldn't help coughing up blood.

The witch doctor didn't even bother to look at the legendary Tianshan Snow Lotus, and hurried forward to show his concern.

"Zheng'er, let me take a look at your injuries."

“Roar~”

(No need, make some medicine to save Yue'er first.)

"good."

The witch doctor also knew the urgency of the matter and went to boil the medicine quickly and efficiently.

Soon, the silver wolf turned into a human form, took the hot medicine, blew it cool down, and put it into the little fox's mouth one spoonful at a time.

After drinking a bowl of precious medicine, the little fox's heart became stronger and stronger, and his breathing gradually became stable.