More than ten days later.
Chen Lin lay on a wooden bed, staring silently at the wooden ceiling above him.
The old man was a barefoot doctor. Every day, he brewed Chen Lin a bowl of black medicinal decoction with a pungent smell. Though it tasted awful, it worked surprisingly well. After these days of treatment, Chen Lin could already manage a few simple movements.
He gently raised his right hand and tried to cast the simplest Fireball Spell, but failed.
He still could not circulate his mana.
He also discovered that the spiritual qi in this world was extremely sparse. Instead, it was filled with an unknown energy.
Only then did he confirm that he was no longer in his original world.
It was the suppression of this unknown energy that made his mana so difficult to circulate. His spiritual sense and divine sense were also restricted, and even the energy of his second primordial spirit was severely suppressed.
Only his soul power remained barely usable, thanks to the silver light particles. But his divine soul had yet to recover, so he still could not unleash the Soul-Destroying Finger.
"Uncle Monster, time for your medicine!"
As the childish voice rang out, the boy walked in with his head in one hand and a bowl of medicine in the other.
Chen Lin had only seen the old man twice over the past several days. Usually, it was this boy who brought his medicine. According to the boy, the room he was staying in was actually the woodshed in the back courtyard. They had put him here to keep anyone from seeing him and panicking.
After all, his head grew on his neck!
"Thank you, Xiaowu. Your head looks very pretty today."
Chen Lin took the bowl and complimented the head