But he had not died yet, and was still struggling in pain... It was too cruel... and too horrible... The ancestral hall was full of seriously injured and dying people. Some had their abdomens cut open and were bleeding; some had most of their bodies torn apart; some had their hands cut off; some had their feet removed... But no one's injuries could compare to Da Yuan's.
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The fastest updated novel Su Luo looked around and found that there were more than thirty seriously injured people, but there was only one alchemist.
And this alchemist... Su Luo was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Because this alchemist is actually a small intermediate alchemist.
An intermediate alchemist... what good could an intermediate alchemist do? But what could be done? This was a secluded mountain village. Leaving the village was difficult, and getting down the mountain to the city took days. Why would an alchemist come here? So going into the city to find an alchemist was unrealistic.
Su Luo, an intermediate alchemist, was busy treating them with primary elixirs. She went there.
Because Su Luo knew very well that if they let Pharmacist Rong continue the treatment, it would be lucky for any one of the more than 30 people here to survive.
Su Luo sighed lightly. These were all owed to Mo Village, so she would be the one to pay them back.
Just when Su Luo was about to treat Da Yuan, the old man had already woken up. He was trembling and silently crying.
Village Chief Mo felt sympathetic but heavy-hearted. He said, "Second Uncle, Da Yuan is an incredible hero. He fell behind in order to save Mo Qi, so..."
The old man made Da Yuan miserable. Da Yuan groaned in pain, his heart was tightened, and all his pores stood up.
His entire body was split in half... How painful must this child be? The old man wished it was him lying there.
He was so immersed in pain that he didn't notice the village chief's ambiguous words.
Da Yuan was indeed seriously injured while saving Mo Qi, but if it weren't for Mo Qi's help at the last moment... The village chief trembled all over and said sadly, "Second Uncle, Da Yuan is in so much pain now. Living is more painful than death. Why not... why not..."
The village chief couldn't bear to turn around and handed over a dagger.
If he hadn't been afraid that the old man wouldn't be able to see Dayuan for the last time, he would have ended Dayuan's painful life long ago.
Anyway, it is impossible for anyone to save Dayuan. Instead of struggling painfully for the last few hours, it is better to die quickly.
The old man held the dagger in his hand, his hands shaking violently.
"Grandpa... please kill me... please... kill me..."
Dayuan opened his eyes and sweat like soybeans rolled down his cheeks. In order to say this sentence, he used all his strength.
After saying this, he fainted.
It was so painful... The old man's tears rolled down.
He wanted to ask the heavens, why, why on earth? Wasn't today's punishment enough for him? He and Xiao Yuan almost died, and now Da Yuan was like this... What sin had he committed? "Oh my God!
How exactly are you going to punish us?"
The old man's wrinkled face was filled with the deepest hatred. He stared at the sky and almost spitted fire!
Su Luo almost didn't dare to look home.
All this was not caused by God, but by them...it was them.
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