allonlinenovel Chapter 224 When did I say he was dead?
Chapter 224 When did I say he was dead?
In the wilderness, the wind was howling and the setting sun was blood-red, stretching everyone's figures into long and desolate shapes. The atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.
At this moment, Huo Zihao and Murong Chen walked slowly towards them with slow steps and lonely expressions.
Huo Zihao's eyes were as red and swollen as ripe peaches, and tears were welling up in his eye sockets, almost about to burst out.
The great sorrow of losing the pillar of the family made this originally young child seem to grow ten years older overnight, and his tender face was filled with vicissitudes and perseverance that did not match his age.
Huo Zihao raised his slightly trembling hand and wiped away the tears that kept welling up in his eyes. He bit his lower lip tightly, suppressing the urge to cry that almost drowned him. With a hint of sob, he said to Murong Ling'er, "Sister, I really can't bear to bury Dad here in this desolate place. Dad loved to travel. Why not cremate him and let him turn into a wisp of smoke? We can carry his ashes with us, so that he can continue his unfinished journey and accompany him all the way."
Having said that, the reluctance in his words surged out like a flood. Deep in his heart, he still held on to a tiny glimmer of hope, hoping that all this was just a nightmare, but the bloodless, cold and stiff body of his father in front of him ruthlessly pulled him back to the cruel reality.
When Murong Ling'er heard this, her brows slightly frowned, a barely perceptible strangeness flashed in her eyes, and she looked over here with a strange expression.
She first squatted down and took a closer look at Huo Jianjie, who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed and motionless. His face was as pale as paper and his lifeless appearance made anyone feel that there was little hope for his life.
Then, she raised her head again and looked around at Huo Zihao and others who were heartbroken and sad. She opened her red lips and slowly said, "Silly Hao, if Dad knew that you wanted to burn him alive, he would jump up and beat your butt." Her voice was not loud, but it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.
"Ah?" Upon hearing this, Huo Zihao's face instantly lost all color, replaced by horror. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Mom...this, this, this...could it be that what my elder sister said is that the dead will come back to life?" His voice trembled violently, with deep fear and uneasiness, and his mind couldn't help but emerge with the horrible and supernatural things that he heard people talk about every day.
"Mother..." Murong Chen's face turned pale with fright at these words. He subconsciously grabbed the corner of his mother's clothes tightly and hid behind her. His eyes were full of panic, like a frightened deer.
Chu Lingfeng had been standing aside, quietly observing everyone's reactions. When he heard Murong Ling'er's words, a light suddenly flashed in his deep eyes, as if he had instantly captured some key information.
He suddenly turned his head and stared at Murong Ling'er, his face full of disbelief, and asked anxiously: "You mean, Uncle Huo is not dead?" There was a hint of surprise and expectation in his voice, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.
"what?"
Old Master Li, who was concentrating on studying why the poison in Chu Lingfeng's body was miraculously controlled after he vomited blood, couldn't help but look up when he heard the noise here, his face full of confusion and astonishment.
He was still holding Chu Lingfeng's wrist, but at this moment he forgot to continue taking his pulse and just froze in place.
"not dead?"
"Really?"
"Sister, is Dad really not dead?"
……
In an instant, Huo Shuixian, Deng Lihua, Huo Zihao and others seemed to be under a spell. They were stunned at first, and then their faces were instantly filled with astonishment.
Murong Ling'er looked at everyone's reactions, feeling both angry and amused. She couldn't help but say with a mixture of laughter and tears, "When did I ever say he was dead?"
She shook her head helplessly, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.
"Dad was just badly injured and lost too much blood, so he fainted. But don't be too happy. Although his condition has stabilized temporarily, he still needs to be properly nursed back to health. Otherwise, his life is still in danger."
As she spoke, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes. After all, it was a remote place with a lack of medical care and medicine. It would not be easy to make Huo Jianjie fully recover.
"That's great, he's not dead, Dad is not dead, he's not dead!"
Huo Zihao was stunned at first, as if he couldn't believe his ears. Then his originally dull eyes suddenly lit up, sparkling with tears of joy. He jumped up excitedly, dancing like a child, completely losing his calm and mature appearance.
"Master, you really scared me!" Deng Lihua had already burst into tears. She rushed to Huo Jianjie's side and held his hand tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear again if she let go.
"Dad! It's my fault, wuwuwu..." Huo Shuixian couldn't help but burst into tears. Her cry contained the joy of surviving the disaster, as well as deep worry and attachment to her father.
"That's great, grandpa is not dead!" Murong Chen also shouted. There were still traces of tears on his little face, but at this moment he also smiled happily.
Sun Ying, who had been quietly paying attention to the situation here, stood behind a big tree, too nervous to breathe. When she heard the news that Huo Jianjie was not dead, her tense heartstrings instantly relaxed, and her body seemed to be drained of strength, and she leaned against the tree.
He secretly rejoiced in his heart, "It's good that I'm not dead. This way, Master Chu won't feel guilty, and my life is saved for the time being. If Huo Jianjie really had an accident, given the Huo family's temper, I'm afraid I would not be able to escape death."
Just as everyone was immersed in this sudden joy and had not yet recovered from their shock, Mr. Li had already recovered from his initial shock.
He walked quickly to Huo Jianjie's side with suspicion in his heart, squatted down, and carefully examined Huo Jianjie's wound again. His brows were tightly furrowed and his expression was very solemn.
He knew the severity of the wound very well. It was clearly a fatal injury that could not be cured, so how could Murong Ling'er save him? He really couldn't understand it.
So, he didn't bother to continue studying the strange poison in Chu Lingfeng's body. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed Huo Jianjie's wrist, put his fingers on the pulse, and began to take the pulse with full concentration.
As the beating of his pulse became increasingly clear in his fingertips, his eyes widened and the look of astonishment on his face grew more and more intense.
"He's really been rescued, and he's just lost too much blood and is unconscious. This, this, this... is simply unbelievable!"
Mr. Li's voice was full of shock and confusion. He raised his head, looked around at the people around him, and finally fixed his gaze on Murong Ling'er.
After hearing his words, everyone was stunned. For a moment, everyone looked at Murong Linger, their eyes full of admiration and curiosity.
Old Master Li's face instantly turned red, like a ripe tomato. He has been practicing medicine for decades and prides himself on his superb medical skills. He is also well-known in the area within a hundred miles. But now he is not even as good as a teenage girl. Where can he put his face?
He coughed twice awkwardly, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.
Then, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and his mind moved: "Could it be that the poison in Chu Lingfeng's body was also suppressed by Murong Ling'er?" The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed, and there was a bit more inquiry and expectation in his eyes when he looked at Murong Ling'er.
Murong Ling'er felt the gazes of the crowd and sighed slightly in her heart.