Jiang Ping An stood on Lion-headed Eagle's broad back, facing the biting wind, silent.
It took him a long time to suppress the depression and anger caused by being robbed of two magic medicines.
Let's put aside the matter of revenge on those three people Feather Soul Tribe for now.
Right now, the most important thing is to seize the time and use the two Nine-Leaf Violet Orchid plants to improve your own cultivation.
He currently doesn't have the extra time or energy to tangle with these people.
After all, the other party's cultivation level is higher than his, so it is difficult to retaliate.
He gathered his thoughts, controlled the Lion-headed Eagle under his feet, took Shi Da He, and galloped away in the direction of Great Lake Village.
When the huge shadow of Lion-headed Eagle once again enveloped Great Lake Village, it was already late at night and the sky was filled with stars.
This long journey took less than a full day to go back and forth.
However, the village at this moment did not fall into sleepy silence as usual.
On the contrary, the village was brightly lit, with many torches and simple oil lamps lit, and the concentrated light illuminated the central area of the village very brightly.
According to the routine of ordinary people in this era, everyone should have already fallen asleep at this moment.
Although the people in this village are born with extremely strong bodies, they are far beyond the average level of later generations.
But after all, I have never practiced the method of refining the gods systematically, and my spirit and body still need to rely on sleep to recover.
"Huh? Why aren't you all asleep? They are all gathered in front of my house, are they waiting for us to come back?"
Shi Da He looked at the crowd gathered below, especially when he saw that the center of the crowd was his own building, Wooden Cabin, with a look of confusion and a hint of flattery on his honest face.
He did not notice immediately that the faces of the villagers below were extremely solemn, even sad and worried.
Jiang Ping An's spiritual mind was far sharper than Shi Da He's, and he noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere below.
The villagers gathered around, but no one spoke, and an oppressive silence filled the air.
He used his spiritual thoughts to sweep over Wooden Cabin from Shi Da He's house.
When he saw the situation inside the room clearly, his brows immediately furrowed.
At this moment, the villagers below also noticed Lion-headed Eagle, which was hovering and landing in the sky, and the two people on its back.
There was a commotion in the crowd, and they all looked up.
"Da He! You... why did you come back so soon?" Shi Da He's second uncle spoke first, his voice hoarse and heavy.
"Yes, second uncle!"
Shi Da He jumped off the eagle's back and made a dull sound when it landed.
He still had a silly smile and gestured excitedly, "This Lion-headed Eagle is so fast, it flies like lightning! Your Excellency also said that you will also give me a mount like this in the future!"
Hearing this, there was no envy or exclamation on other people's faces.
The villagers who gathered around just looked at each other, their faces full of complicated and unspeakable emotions.
Their lips moved a few times, as if they wanted to say something, but they swallowed it back, and finally turned into helpless sighs.
Shi Da He's second uncle took a deep breath, stepped forward, patted Shi Da He's strong arm, and said in a deep voice:
"Da He... Leave everything else alone first. You... go to the room and see your father."
"My father? What happened to my father?"
The smile on Shi Da He's face froze instantly.
He finally noticed something was wrong with everyone's expressions belatedly, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.
Everyone was silent, no one answered him, they just silently opened a path to the house.
Every face is filled with intolerance and sympathy.
Shi Da He's heart sank suddenly.
He didn't ask any more questions, turned around suddenly, and rushed towards his Wooden Cabin like a frightened bison.
His strong body lost its sense of proportion due to his eagerness, and his shoulder hit the door frame heavily.
With a "clang" sound, the not-so-strong wooden door and the door shaft were knocked out of the door frame and fell to the side.
He rushed into the room, and under the dim light of the oil lamp, he first saw Old Apothecary, the most respected person in the village.
Old Apothecary is old and frail, and has not personally taken action for a long time. At this time, he is standing beside the bed with his back bent.
Old Apothecary's face was covered with deep wrinkles and helplessness that could not be concealed.
His eyes went around Old Apothecary's body and landed on the bed covered with animal skins.
I saw his father Shi Da Hu, a usually lively man, lying there motionless at this moment.
His dark, muscular upper body was exposed, with several wounds criss-crossed with deep visible bones, and the flesh and skin were rolled and hideous.
The most terrifying thing was that the blood flowing from the wound turned an inky black color, dyeing a large area of the animal skin underneath him black.
The strong smell of blood mixed with a rancid smell filled the air.
"Abba!!"
Shi Da He Like being struck by lightning, the mind goes blank.
He let out a heart-rending cry, rushed to the bedside, and fell to his knees with a "pop".
Trembling, she grabbed her father's cold and weak hand, her voice filled with tears and panic:
"Abba! Abba! What's wrong with you? Weren't you fine when I left in the morning? How could this happen?!!"
Apparently when he left early in the morning, his father still angrily told him to pay attention to his safety.
How come less than a day has passed and my father has become like this dying?
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
Shi Da Hu heard his son's call, his eyelids trembled a few times with difficulty, and then he slowly opened them.
He wanted to speak, but his lungs were punctured and it was difficult to make a sound. He could only make intermittent coughs.
Old Apothecary next to him looked at this scene, his muddy old eyes full of compassion.
He sighed heavily and slowly explained the reason in an old and hoarse voice:
"Da He, not long after you left, people from the Black Mountain Tribe came."
"They made a request and wanted our entire village to be incorporated into their Black Mountain Tribe."
"If it's just a simple merger, in order to survive, maybe we can still consider it."
"But they asked us to hand over a Fierce Beast as big as Xiao Shan's head as a tribute every month after we merged!"
Old Apothecary's voice was filled with suppressed anger and powerlessness:
"With the continuous dry season in the past few years, there are fewer and fewer prey in the wilderness. It is getting harder and harder for people in our own village to have enough food. Where can we still have the ability to hunt and kill such a huge Fierce Beast for them every month?"
"As the village chief, your father naturally disagrees for the sake of everyone."
"Black Mountain Tribe was cruel to your father in order to frighten our entire village. They took away all the Fierce Beast meat that Lord Jiang left for us, and beat your father like this..."
After listening to the old doctor's narration, Shi Da He's always honest face showed hatred and anger for the first time.
His simple mind really couldn't figure it out. Black Mountain Tribe was obviously so powerful and had so many powerful warriors. He could obviously feed the tribe by hunting on his own.
Why do you have to come to bully their small village that is struggling to survive?
Why was he so cruel to his father?
In addition to the overwhelming anger, what filled his heart was more fear and worry about his father's injury.
He suddenly turned to Old Apothecary and begged urgently, "Old doctor! Hurry up! Stop my daddy's bleeding quickly! My daddy has lost a lot of blood! He is so seriously injured!"
"Sorry, Da He..."
Old Apothecary shook his head helplessly, with a sense of powerlessness written on his face. "Your father's injury is too serious."
"It's not just external injuries. They also applied a strange poison on the weapons that I have never seen before. This poison is extremely violent and has invaded the heart along with the blood. I am really... helpless."
The four words "powerless" were like four cold hammers, hitting Shi Da He's heart hard.
His head buzzed and instantly went blank.
Even the most skilled old doctor in the village couldn't save my father. Could it be that... could it be that my father...
Old Apothecary didn't speak anymore, but just lowered his head silently, unable to bear to look at Shi Da He's eyes full of despair and confusion.
"Ahem... big...Da He..."
At this moment, Shi Da Hu, who was lying on the bed, exhausted the last bit of strength in his chest and made weak sounds intermittently.
"No... don't be sad... people... there will come a day... from now on... don't be so stupid anymore... be more considerate..."
Looking at his son kneeling in front of the bed with tears streaming down his face, Shi Da Hu's eyes were filled with endless care and reluctance.
This child has not been shrewd since he was a child, he is too real-minded, always suffers losses, and always makes mistakes.
What worried him most was how this honest son would survive alone in this cruel world after he left.
The only thing that gave him some comfort was that by chance, his son met a man with extraordinary abilities.
"Follow...Lord Jiang... learn well... obey... don't... don't make the adults angry..."
He tried his best to instruct intermittently.
"Lord Jiang..."
Hearing this title, Shi Da He's burly body shook violently, and a strong light of hope burst out in his desperate eyes.
"By the way! Sir! Sir! He is so powerful! He must have a way! He will definitely be able to save dad!"
As if he had grasped the last straw, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, turned around and rushed out of the room to find Jiang Ping An.
But as soon as he turned around, he saw Jiang Ping An already standing at the door of the room.
Shi Da He rushed forward and grabbed Jiang Ping An's arm tightly. The huge force caused Jiang Ping An's sleeves to deform slightly.
He fell to his knees again with a thump, his voice trembling violently due to extreme fear and expectation:
"Sir! Please! Please save my father! As long as you can save my father Da He, this life is yours! I am willing to work as a horse for you and repay your kindness for the rest of my life!"
Now, in his heart, this mysterious and powerful white-haired man is his father's only hope for survival.
"Don't worry."
Jiang Ping An's voice is still calm, and there is no wave at all.
He gently broke away from Shi Da He's hand and walked towards the bed.
Seeing this, Old Apothecary beside the bed silently moved away and sighed silently again.
Judging from his lifetime experience in practicing medicine, Shi Da Hu was seriously injured, the poison entered his heart, and his vitality was completely lost.
Even if there are antidote drugs, Shi Da Hu cannot be saved.
I'm afraid this gentleman is just wasting his efforts.