Yang Ming looked serious, and Feng Lin coughed twice to remind them that he was still here.

"Just let it happen. If I really can't find it, it will be my fate."

Yang Ming couldn't bear to hear such words. He didn't believe in the so-called destiny, but he wanted to snatch people from the hands of God. Let's see who among them has this ability.

"How many days do I have to look for?"

Yue Qiqi made a rough calculation and found that generally without the help of this herbal medicine, people who have soaked in the holy spring will feel weak and lethargic after three days, and the subsequent conditions will become more and more serious, such as organ failure.

"You only have a week. If you don't find it, you can only say sorry."

Yang Ming pursed his lips and helped Feng Lin back to the room. The two of them didn't say a word along the way, and they were in a strange silence.

In the end, Feng Lin couldn't help but opened his mouth, "Don't take it too seriously, just do your best. I won't blame you. I have escaped from that ghost place, thanks to

Your help is supposed to be a favor I owe you."

Yang Ming's eyes were moist, and he secretly made up his mind to find Yi-type grass to heal Feng Lin.

On the first day, he didn't gain anything. Instead, he was deceived by various false news and went to a dense jungle or a steep and dangerous cliff, where he suffered a lot of hardships.

His body was also covered with large and small wounds, all of which were left by him in search of Yi-type grass.

The next day, he followed a group of people who were looking for the easy-shaped grass into a dark cave. The news those people got was that the easy-shaped grass grows in damp and dark places, so they traveled all over the place in the past few days.

All the caves were destroyed, and now only this one remains.

In fact, it’s no wonder that they are the same. The appearance of Yi-type grass is uncertain. It is very likely that the weed on the roadside you see is Yi-type grass. This is an evolution made to protect itself from being picked by others.

The leader kept chattering, saying that Yang Ming was able to join the team today only because he was lucky, and went through all their achievements over the years.

Of course, this is an honor they consider. For example, those who have been bandits for several years have made it clear to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming was stunned. He felt that this man was beeping like a pigeon, and he resisted the urge to slap him aside.

Likewise, there is no time today.

When the work was over, the leader spat on the ground and cursed heaven and earth.

Yang Ming seized the opportunity to escape, and when he returned home, he saw Feng Lin coughing on the bed.

He said nothing, clenched his hands tightly into fists, and continued looking for herbs in the dark.

Although the herb has no fixed form, it only has a few characteristics that it has always had. There are black spots on the leaves and a vermilion diamond-shaped mark on the root.

Suddenly it started to rain lightly, which was not a problem at first. Who knew it would get heavier and heavier, so he hid in a cave on the side of the road.

There is grass growing on the edge of the cave entrance.

Yang Ming didn't pay attention at first, but as lightning struck from the sky, he saw the appearance of the grass clearly and rushed forward to confirm.

"It's easy grass!"

While he was talking, a figure slowly approached. It turned out to be Mu Mu.

Mu Mu's eyes were locked on the grass in front of Yang Ming. Before she could stop Yang Ming, she had already uprooted the grass and put it in a cloth bag.

"Give me what you have in your hand. I discovered it first."

Mu Mu spread her palms, and Yang Ming snorted disdainfully and ignored her.

Unexpectedly, the other party attacked directly in front of him. After several snatches, the herb still fell into Yang Ming's hands, but the stone wall behind them quietly changed, swallowing them into darkness during the struggle between the two people.
Chapter completed!