Chapter 430 Recovery

"Okay?"

Shi asked.

He looked at Shi, whose tone and posture were completely different from before, or it would be more appropriate to call him old man now.

"What should I call you?"

In He's opinion, the two have almost no similarities except that they look the same.

Shi gives people a sense of stability and peace, while the old man gives people a casual and unrestrained posture.

"Call me old man, I'm not Shi, and I have never regarded myself as a stone."

The old man said casually, he stood up and came to He's side, looking at the phantom of his body that was composed of the power of the sun totem, which was similar to the body of Ba Xia.

"The effect is good. Can you move?"

He shook his head and couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"

The old man looked at him and smiled, "I am just an obsession. When the thought is born, it rises, and when the thought dies, it falls."

He said it casually, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart. Compared with Shi, he was closer to the old man.

"You can't get up now. There are several possibilities. First, the infused power is too strong, causing the body to be suppressed. Another reason is that the power enters the body, causing the body to fall into temporary discomfort."

The old man stretched out his hand and slapped the power outside of his body a few times, making a banging sound.

His pair of flesh palms, without any totemic power on them, could actually make such a muffled sound, which really made him weird.

As if noticing his gaze, the old man chuckled and said, "Shi's body is full of totemic power. Every piece of flesh and blood is entangled with totemic power. This body is extremely powerful."

He nodded, and after thinking, he asked, "Will these powers also harm the body?"

The old man smiled in admiration, "Gains and losses are inevitable, just like he wants to prolong his life, so he has me. When he doesn't want to prolong his life, he and I will perish together."

"Then are you him?"

He couldn't help asking.

"Yes and no."

The old man gave the same answer, and then began to slap the power on his body with force.

"Old man, what are you doing?"

He asked.

"Does it hurt?"

The old man asked instead of answering.

He nodded. It did hurt a little, but not particularly.

"It's okay if it hurts. Another possibility is that the force completely destroyed your fragile body, and you have become unconscious from then on. The pain proves that this has not happened."

He suddenly felt that Shi was still quite cute. At least he was not like the old man, who panted heavily when talking and said this to him at the end.

"How long will it take me to get up?"

He asked.

"Who knows? You are the first one, and you may be the last one."

After saying this, the old man turned and walked towards his house. After a while, he took out a piece of barbecue. He

looked at the old man happily. He was indeed a little hungry.

Just when he was waiting for the old man to put the meat to his mouth, he suddenly found that the old man started to eat by himself, and walked to another stone slab not far away, and lay down on it with a plop.

"Old man, I'm hungry."

He protested. He knew how lazy this old man was. He would lie there almost every time he came.

"You can bear it even if you are hungry. Who knows if you can eat anything at this time?"

The old man waved his hands and ate by himself.

He watched him eat a large piece of barbecue, then picked his teeth and turned over to sleep.

He snored loudly, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Slowly, his body began to itch. He had experienced frostbite before, and knew that this was the prelude to the body regaining consciousness, so he finally felt relieved.

The itching became more and more severe, and it felt like thousands of ants were pecking at him. Sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his breathing changed.

The old man's ears moved, and then he suddenly stood up.

He thought he had discovered his situation, but he didn't expect a voice from outside: "Chief, the eighth generation witch wants you to come."

"Okay."

The old man replied in a low voice, and he saw some confusion in his eyes.

"Old man...what's wrong?"

He endured the pain in his body and asked weakly.

"I don't know."

The old man answered, walked into the house and changed into a linen shirt, then went out and walked out without looking back.

Seeing this, he didn't say much, and watched the old man walk out of the courtyard. He continued to fight against the tingling.

It was a tough battle. He fainted several times due to the pain, and each time he woke up from the fainting, he was sweating.

Sometimes he would be more awake, but most of the time he could only fight against the pain, and his mind was in a daze. He

didn't know how many days and nights had passed. Sometimes he would hear some sounds, and sometimes he felt someone feeding him water in the chaos.

His body swelled up in a few days, and then slowly shrank back to its original shape. There was blood and water, and it also became dry.

This change lasted for several days, and finally one morning, he slowly woke up.

His face was dry, his lips were chapped, and his body was extremely sleepy, but he didn't feel any pain anymore.

I tried to get up, but found that my limbs were very weak. I slowly turned my head and saw no old man, only the fat boy sleeping next to him leaning against the stone slab.

"Fatty."

He spoke with a hoarse voice that startled himself.

The little fat man woke up in shock, and when he saw Yi waking up, a relieved expression appeared on his face.

"I thought you were going to die."

Yi showed a good smile, and looked around, he wanted to know where the old man was.

"The chief is at the altar, and something happened in Xi'an City."

The little fat man saw through his purpose at once.

"What happened?"

Yi asked with difficulty.

"A team went out hunting and disappeared, and it was a team from the Wolf Tribe."

The little fat man frowned and answered.

If it was a team from other tribes, even if it was not an ordinary tribe, but a team from a tribe in the Spirit Department, it might not be a particularly serious problem, but the Wolf Tribe was different.

Greedy Wolf was impulsive, and he would definitely rush over excitedly if something like this happened. In fact, he had already been to Xi'an City in person, and this was not the most serious thing.

The most serious thing is that the Fire God prefers the Wolf Tribe. Sometimes this preference is even stronger than his preference for the Fire Tribe members, so everyone can't help but be anxious.

"Have you found out?"

asked again.

The little fat man shook his head, then advised him to talk less and fed him a few sips of water.

"Xin has been here, but she is a Japanese totem witch, and the incident happened in Xi'an. She must go back. Let me say sorry to you."

The little fat man said.

He nodded in understanding.

"I'll go heat up the porridge for you, wait a moment."

After the little fat man finished speaking, he got up to heat up the porridge.

He turned his head and looked at the sky. He could see snowflakes falling from afar, but before they fell on the land of the Fire City, they were melted by the warm power of the Spring Tribe.

After suffering for many days, such peace made him feel particularly comfortable. It is true that people will be content only after they have suffered.

The dazed Li was interrupted by the footsteps coming from outside the door. Soon, he saw the old man walking in hurriedly. His face was tired. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Li awake.

"Awake?"

"Awake."

"Good that you're awake, I'll go to sleep for a while."

The old man said as he walked to the stone slab, lay on it and snored loudly.

Li rolled his eyes. There was no doubt that the old man was in such a good posture. He thought the first sentence was said by Shi.

Soon, the fat man walked in. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the old man snoring loudly. He immediately walked towards Li quietly and carefully placed the pottery bowl next to him.

"The old man is a sleeper, so you don't have to be so careful."

He said to the little fat boy.

"Oh, this is also my first time getting close to the leader, so I'm a little nervous."

The little fat boy said with a timid smile.

"The leader is serious, but the old man is not serious. Do you know why the leader is in this state?"

He tried to get up, but found it too painful, so he gave up struggling. Seeing this, the little fat boy picked up the spoon and started feeding him.

"I heard from my mother that Chief Stone was trying to stay alive for the continuation of the tribe. It is said that this state is very painful, and he has to endure the torture of the power of the soul tribe all the time. The other personality in his body appeared after he completely gave up the dominance of his body."

The theory of multiple personalities is a saying that came from the tapir witch. Because of the curiosity, it is well known by many people. I didn't expect it to be true. I thought the old man was another soul.

"Just for the totem spirit?"

I swallowed the yellow millet porridge and looked at my body and said.

The little fat man nodded: "The whole tribe is paying close attention to this matter. Fine control is too harmful to the body. If the totem spirit body is feasible and can be promoted, we will not practice like this in the future."

He nodded. It seems that the little fat man knows a lot, or as he said, all the senior leaders are paying attention to this matter.

"Can it work?"

He asked.

The little fat man smiled bitterly and fed him another mouthful: "Only you know about this matter. Do you think it can work?"

He felt his body and could touch the huge power in his body, but he couldn't control it.

He also smiled bitterly: "I don't know either."

The two smiled at each other and then fell silent.

The little fat man fed him mouthful by mouthful. After he ate all the yellow millet porridge, the little fat man let him rest and went to clean up the dishes.

He fell into a deep sleep slowly. He had been tortured so much these past few days. It was a rare opportunity for him to have such a deep sleep. He slept very comfortably.

When he slowly woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the old man and the little fat man squatting shoulder to shoulder not far from him, each holding a piece of barbecue and gnawing on it.

"I want to have a piece too."

He said enviously.

"You don't know what your body is like yet. Millet porridge nourishes the stomach. Drink the porridge."

The old man spat out the bones in his mouth and said.

The little fat man snickered for a while, quickly ate the barbecue in his hand, and got up to serve him the porridge.

He got up slowly, feeling some strength in his body, but there was still some tingling when he moved, but it was no longer strong.

"Eat it yourself?"

the little fat man asked.

"Yes."

He nodded, slowly took the bowl, and ate the porridge bit by bit.

"How should I use this power?"

After finishing the porridge, he asked the old man.

"You can understand it yourself."

The old man picked up another piece of roasted meat and ate it happily.

With a frown on his face, he felt that the leader was more reliable.

"Let's go after dinner. Bi has been waiting for you outside for a long time."

The old man finished the meat in his hand, threw away the bone, turned over and lay on the stone slab beside him, threw down a sentence and fell asleep.