In front of me, the inner room was pitifully small, with only seven or eight square meters of visual appearance. The decorations of the inner room were also extremely simple, with a bed, a chair, and a cabinet, as well as a small table with a kettle and a small water cup on it.

Huang Shikun lay on this single bed with his eyes closed and looking at his ups and downs, he knew that he was just asleep quietly.

Wang Sancai heard the long-haired man from the Dark Sect say that Huang Shikun is still alive a long time ago. He believed it a little, but later when the long-haired man came to save Hai Tianqing, he was a little shaken. Later, he learned that the long-haired man was from the Dark Sect, and it was difficult for Wang Sancai to believe what he had said to him before.

In my heart, I just vaguely felt that Huang Shikun was still alive, but there was a small possibility.

But until today, he saw Huang Shikun's ups and downs again with his own eyes, and found that it was true that Huang Shikun was still alive.

Wang Sancai never expected that the "stupid person" Huang Tian referred to was his eldest son Huang Shikun.

"Yes, it's him." Huang Tian replied in a low voice.

At this time, another low voice also sounded at the same time: "Class Chief."

Wang Sancai turned his head to look in the voice and saw that the person who was speaking was another person in the inner room. He was wearing an inconspicuous robe and a national face. His face was clean and without any beard. However, the wrinkles like a knife and the meticulous white hair combed proved that he was old.

When Wang Sancai looked at him, he was nodding slightly to Huang Tian. Wang Sancai also noticed that the old man called Huang Tian not the prime minister but the patriarch, which proved that he was also a member of the Huang family.

"Old Huang, don't be polite." Huang Tian's tone was a little respectful. Then he looked at Huang Shikun and asked, "How is Sikun's situation in recent days?"

Old Huang stared at Huang Tian for a moment, shook his head helplessly: "Since he woke up once last time, no good situation has happened."

"Oh." Huang Tian couldn't help but sigh heavily. He walked to Huang Shikun's bedside, stretched out a hand and gently stroked his son's forehead.

"He is..." Wang Sancai also walked to the bed. He remembered that Huang Shikun cut his throat when he committed suicide, but now it seems that there is only a long scar on Huang Shikun's neck that has been healed, and there is no trace of sewing.

Can a person survive if he is slit by the wound completely heals?

Wang Sancai doesn’t believe such a fallacy!

Not to mention that blood will flow into the lungs. Even if the timely suture is not performed, breathing of the person with a cut throat is a problem.

He admitted that he had no time to pay attention to Huang Shikun's situation at that time, but he absolutely did not believe that after the throat slit, he survived by the automatic healing of the wound.

"He is in a state of long sleep now. You can understand that his ** is still alive. But his soul is almost the same as death." Huang Tian looked at Huang Shikun and explained quietly.

Wang Sancai couldn't help but subconsciously said a word: "Vegetative?"

Huang Tian was slightly surprised, turned his head to look at Wang Sancai, and nodded: "The metaphor is very vivid. He is like a plant at the moment."

Wang Sancai swallowed his saliva, pointed at the scar on Huang Shikun's neck, and asked: "Can I ask what happened later?"

Huang Tian stared at Wang Sancai for a moment, walked around the head of the bed to the side of the bed, took the initiative to sit down, and patted the bed and said, "Sit down and talk slowly."

"Okay." In response, Wang Sancai sat next to Huang Shikun.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Huang Tian fall into memories, his eyes becoming a little cloudy. He seemed to have been pondering for a moment before he slowly said: "When he was sent, I didn't believe in my eyes. His head was almost separated from his body, and only a bone was connected to his body."

Wang Sancai also noticed that the scar on Huang Shikun's entire neck was almost round. It was thought that the wound was pulled open due to bumps along the way.

"The blood on his body was frozen at that time, his face was gray and his pupils spread. You could tell at a glance that he had been dead for a long time." Huang Tian sighed lowly.

Wang Sancai thought it was the same. It was a long way from Tuno Castle to the capital.

But the question is, why did he "live" again? Although it looks similar to a vegetative person, it also shows signs of life after all!

Wang Sancai didn't speak and listened quietly to Huang Tian continued to preach: "According to the tradition of our Huang family, my father is still alive and my eldest son committed suicide. He cannot be buried in the ancestral tomb. And I am not in my hometown. I thought to save Shikun's body as completely as possible. When I go back in the future, I will build a separate tomb for him. In this way, I found Huang Lao, who is a sacrificial priest of his own clan. He has a magical ability to keep the body uncorrupted for several months when exposed."

Wang Sancai couldn't help but look at Mr. Huang. Since the two of them sat down, Mr. Huang also sat on the chair opposite, with a Huang Shikun between them. Wang Sancai discovered that Mr. Huang seemed to be holding something in his hand, but he could not see it because of this.

However, Wang Sancai understood the situation Huang Tian said very well. Preventing corpses was already a very mature technology in the world before he traveled through time. However, Wang Sancai also understood how advanced the anti-corrosion technology in that world had reached, and whether it could maintain the uncorrosion for several months as Huang Tian said when the corpse was exposed.

He was thinking about this, but Huang Tian's next sentence immediately scared him: "But the next day, Mr. Huang found me and told me that Shikun was resurrected from the dead."

Wang Sancai immediately felt like his heart was hit hard by a heavy object. He immediately asked, "What happened that day?"

Huang Tianchao looked at Huang Lao and signaled, "Old Huang, tell him."

Huang Lao stood up tremblingly. Wang Sancai wanted to stop him, but Huang Tian held his hand and shook his head at him. So Wang Sancai saw Huang Lao raise his hand, holding a black stick similar to a fire stick in his hand, and heard him say, "I think it works."

"What is this?" Wang Sancai asked.

Mr. Huang replied to give him a word that would make him laugh: "Goddess."

If it were otherwise, Wang Sancai might have laughed out loud on the spot, but now, listening to Huang Lao's reverence and almost sacred tone, Wang Sancai did not feel any smile in his heart.

Mr. Huang slowly put his hand down and carefully placed the charlatan on the edge of the bed. Then, he shook his head and smiled, his voice old and self-deprecating: "I have always been a bad sacrificial priest. Since the previous clan leader left me to station in the capital, I knew that this might be the case in my life. So, I drank wine for the rest of my life and spent all my time on all the women in the capital. When I was old, I no longer believed in the gods of our Huang family. I think he was a story made up to make children obedient, so every time I put on a robe and recited prayers, it was just for acting."

Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly: "Just treat it as giving people a wonderful performance and giving people a spiritual comfort."

Wang Sancai only felt his heart beating because he felt that the truth was coming.

When Mr. Huang suddenly changed his tone and became sacred and firm, he continued, "But until that day... I will never forget that day. That day, in this tiled house, the eldest son's body was lying on this bed. As usual, before I used to preserve the eldest son's body, I knelt here as usual, and used the charlatan we passed down from ancient times to touch the eldest son's forehead, chanting those ancient words, not because I still believed them at that time, but because he was the eldest son of the patriarch. When he died, I had to go through all the procedures step by step, and these words were the only prayers I could say and say for the rest of my life."

After pausing, he continued, "But the next thing that I could not imagine happened. For the first time in my life, the gods responded to me. Just as I opened my eyes, I saw that the wound on the eldest son's neck healed at some point, and even his face turned rosy. I was at a loss because I had never seen such a thing happen, so I quickly put my ear on the eldest son's chest, and then... I heard a strong and powerful heartbeat."

Wang Sancai only felt his throat dry and couldn't help swallowing.

"So..." Huang Lao suddenly opened his arms and looked at the dirty and dark ceiling above, with a very pious tone: "I understand the truth, and the gods are the only true gods!"

Wang Sancai had heard the word "gods" before, but at that time he thought that the gods represented everyone, but until now, Wang Sancai truly understood that "gods" only mean a certain god, a god believed in by the Huang family.

The key point is that what Mr. Huang told was simply incredible. He just took a stick and pointed the head of the corpse, then closed his eyes and read some words. One dead man was resurrected from the dead?

But if this is not the case, how did Huang Shikun be resurrected?

A corpse that had become stiff and almost rotten after many days of death, even the head and body were about to separate, and it had automatically healed the wound and recovered its vitality. Even the heart that had stopped beating had been beating very strongly.

How can this be explained?

Wang Sancai couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it. Looking at Zhuangyan's respectful gaze at Old Huang, for the first time in his life, the idea of ​​"God" took root in Wang Sancai's heart...

Wang Sancai could simply describe it as the word "dummy", but it was not that exaggerated on the surface. Despite this, Wang Sancai's tone could not help but seem a little harsh: "This is the process?"

Mr. Huang nodded: "It was already midnight at that time, and I was afraid that what I saw was an illusion, so I stayed here for a whole night. The next day, I asked someone to come and found out that it was true, so I notified the patriarch as quickly as possible."

Wang Sancai subconsciously looked at Huang Tian, ​​and when he saw Huang Tian nodded.

Wang Sancai pondered for a moment and urged: "So, what's next? What happened later?" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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