"Madam, you don't have any instructions, so I'll go to the patriarch first."

When Mrs. Qin saw Aunt Thirteen coming to the back, she knelt on the ground and held the storage bag motionless. The breeze blew, blowing up some strands of white hair from Aunt Thirteen. Even if Aunt Thirteen said nothing, Mrs. Qin could feel a sadness that was more than death.

Mrs. Qin almost fled in panic.

She glanced at the Fu family crowd who was repairing the battlefield, but she didn't see Uncle Thirteen.

Therefore.

When delivering a storage bag to Fu Zhihong, you can only ask for help:

"The head of the patriarch, the master's father, the master told him that there was another storage bag for his father."

Fu Zhihong took the storage bag and did not open it. He just thought it was the fifth sister Hua Lan who knew that the family had died and contributed her own wishes. The fifth sister Hua Lan has not yet formed a pill, and she is not a fat person in Lanyisi, so Fu Zhihong did not expect too much and reached out to take another storage bag on Mrs. Qin's hand:

"Hua Lan's father followed Bai Lian and returned to Qinhuai a few months ago."

"I guess"

"It should be that Bai Lian found a method that can make Hua Lan's father form a pill. When good news comes, I will tell her that she will work well in Lanyisi. If there are so many uncles, brothers and sisters in the clan, they will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties."

"Then... it's my duty." Mrs. Qin thought that Uncle Thirteen's storage bag also needed direct blood ties to open, so she hesitated for a moment. She glanced at the two storage bags in Fu Zhihong's hand, a little regretful that she could not see it with her own eyes. As for this, she also wanted to hurry back to retreat and sprint for the golden elixir: "That leader, I will say goodbye!"

Fu Zhihong waved his hand.

At this time.

The tribe members come to report.

A fourth-level spiritual vein that was originally transferred to the Seven-Colored Pagoda, and the two third-level spiritual veins have become waste veins in the battle just now. Only the spiritual spring well of the original third-level spiritual vein in the Hongling Mountains can be used. However, there are so many cultivators in the entire clan, let alone practice, and it is not enough to use them to heal injuries. If you rotate one by three hours, you will only take three years to complete a batch.

The Fu family is in a dilemma again.

Fu Zhihong is also one of the top two.

We can only rescue the wounded first, and we can only hold meetings for the rest.

His eyes fell on the formation that Mr. Fu held. Half an hour passed, but Fu Shiyi still had not seen him come out. At sunset, Fu Zhihong's ears stood up. He obviously heard the sound of the baby crying from the formation, but he saw that the formation opened. Fu Shiyi was not very skillful and walked out of the formation with the baby in his arms.

Inside the array.

On that wooden board.

Empty.

The body of the third uncle is gone.

"Eleventh, how about your third uncle?"

Fu Zhihong is anxious to step forward.

After listening to Fu Shiyi's story, I am grateful and grateful:

"Thanks to you on the 11th, otherwise our Fu family would be really sorry for your third uncle."

Fu Zhihong's words were from the heart. Even Mr. Fu, who was beside him, nodded slightly to Fu Shiyi, showing a look of gratitude on his face. When the other tribesmen gathered around, they all looked grateful to Fu Shiyi when they learned that the soul of the third uncle had the opportunity to repair it. The third uncle sacrificed himself for the tribe. If they could not even save the opportunity of the third uncle's reincarnation, they would definitely not be at peace when they dreamed about it at midnight in the rest of their lives.

Fu Shiyi, who was holding the baby, shook his head.

The third uncle is her closest relative, so it was supposed to save him.

Suddenly.

Fu Shiyi's expression changed slightly.
Chapter completed!