The ward was quiet except for the occasional ticking sound from medical instruments.
Long Yuan stood by the window, with his back to the hospital bed, looking at the gradually brightening sky outside the window. The night wind blew in, bringing with it the coolness of early autumn.
He has been standing here for a long time, from late night to dawn, motionless, like a statue.
Tang Wulin was lying on the hospital bed, his face still pale, but better than when he was first rescued.
Gold of Life's life energy is slowly repairing his damaged meridians and bones. The broken ribs have been connected, and the wound on his right leg has begun to scab.
With Gold of Life's heaven-defying effect, he couldn't even sustain any hidden injuries, let alone any situation that would affect his qualifications.
It's just that Bloodline Power consumed too much and could not be recovered in a short time. Blood Qi was in deficit, so he never woke up.
Logically speaking, Long Yuan should be happy.
After all, when he gave Tang Wulin the amulet, he took Tang San's spiritual consciousness into consideration, so he deliberately set the triggering conditions to be deeper than Tang San's spiritual consciousness.
Sure enough, as he expected, in this big explosion, in order to protect Tang Wulin, another piece of consciousness left by Tang San was activated.
In other words, now Tang San's spiritual consciousness only has one chance to take action, and it is also the only chance to reach the Second-Level God level.
This is obviously a happy thing, but Long Yuan is not happy at all.
Although Long Yuan inherited the powerful power of Golden Dragon King, in the final analysis, he always regarded himself as a normal person.
Even a dog should have some affection after being kept for a few years, not to mention that he watched Tang Wulin grow up?
Obviously with Tang San's spiritual consciousness, there was no need for him to go out of his way to give Tang Wulin an amulet, but he still gave it to him.
"Holy Spirit Cult... Huh! You already have a way to die!"
Somehow, Long Yuan's famous saying from Tang Buddha popped out of his mouth.
He looked at the life force flowing in Tang Wulin, and finally withdrew his gaze and did not continue to think about it.
However, he still put his hand on Tang Wulin's eyebrows, and with deep consciousness, he confirmed that there was nothing unusual about the seal he set for Old Tang, and then nodded.
In the hospital bed next door, Mo Lan had fallen into a deep sleep. After making the phone call, she relaxed a lot. Although the wound was still hurting, it was no longer as tight as before.
She is just an ordinary person, and it is very rare that she can survive until now.
Long Yuan didn't wake her up.
When the sky turned white, the door of the ward was gently pushed open.
A tall middle-aged man walked in. He was wearing a dark formal suit, his hair was a little white, his face was resolute, and his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Mo Lan. His eyes were reddish, and he obviously hadn't slept all night, but his steps were still steady.
He walked to Mo Lan's bedside, looked at his daughter's pale face, and was silent for a long time.
Then he turned to Long Yuan and bowed deeply.
"His Excellency Dragon God, thank you for saving my little girl."
Long Yuan turned sideways and did not accept this gift.
"The person who saved her was not me," he said, "It was my disciple."
The old man was stunned for a moment.
Long Yuan glanced at Tang Wulin: "He desperately stopped those Evil Soul Master on the train and took her out of the explosion. When I arrived, she was already unconscious."
The old man looked at Tang Wulin, the young man covered in bandages. He was silent for a moment and bowed again.
"Then please convey my gratitude to the disciple for me."
Long Yuan nodded.
The old man straightened up and introduced himself, "I am Mo Wu, the consul of Heaven Dou City. Mo Lan is a child with her own ideas. She insists on being a train conductor, but she doesn't listen no matter how many times I persuade her..."
He sighed and said no more.
Long Yuan did not answer the call.
Mo Wu glanced at him and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just said, "His Excellency Dragon God, I will definitely push Federation to investigate this matter thoroughly!"
Long Yuan looked at him. "Then what do you want to do?"
Mo Wu said in a deep voice, "We have already reported the matter of Holy Spirit Cult. I plan to propose that people from the military department mobilize manpower to launch a joint attack on all recent terrorist attacks."
Long Yuan smiled faintly, "How many years have you been investigating? How many times have you eliminated them? Didn't they still come out?"
Mo Wu's face changed slightly, but he did not refute.
Long Yuan did not embarrass him any more and just said, "Mo Wu Consul, I only hope you remember one thing."
"Please tell me."
"My disciple protected your daughter with his life. If Federation can save a few more people, it will be considered that his efforts were not in vain." Long Yuan turned and looked out the window, "But if your explanation is just a few pieces of paper and a few empty words, then it is not necessary."
Mo Wu was silent for a long time, then nodded.
"I made a note of it, and I will try my best no matter what."
The meaning of Long Yuan's words is not difficult to understand, that is, since Holy Spirit Cult is like grass after a wildfire, and it cannot be cut in one crop after another, it means that they have someone in Federation, and someone has opened the back door for them, so the actions against Holy Spirit Cult have always been superficial.
He gave Mo Lan one last look, turned and left the ward. When he reached the door, he stopped and said without looking back, "His Excellency Dragon God, Heaven Dou City is busy with business, and I also have to deal with terrorist attacks, so I leave it to you, little girl."
Long Yuan did not answer.
Mo Wu strode away, the sound of footsteps gradually fading away.
Near noon, Tang Wulin finally woke up.
His first reaction when he opened his eyes was - pain.
There was no pain in my whole body, as if I had been run over by something. My right arm felt hot, my right leg felt like it was on fire, and my chest hurt every time I breathed.
He stared at the ceiling for a while before his consciousness gradually returned.
Trains, explosions, men in black...
He sat up suddenly and pulled at the wound, gasping in pain.
"Don't move." Long Yuan's voice came from the side.
Tang Wulin turned around and saw Long Yuan sitting on a chair by the window, holding a cup of tea in his hand, looking at him.
The sun shines in from the window and shines on Long Yuan, giving him a golden halo.
"Master..." Tang Wulin's voice was hoarse.
"You still know how to call me master?" Long Yuan put down the teacup, walked over, and looked him up and down, "How did I teach you in the first place? Son of a rich man, you can't sit down in court. I predict that you will be lucky this time, but you won't have so much luck in the future."
Tang Wulin scratched his head, touched the wound, and then put down his hand with a grin on his face.
"Where are the others? Those passengers..."
"Many died, but some survived." Long Yuan said, "The rescue team is still digging."
Tang Wulin was silent for a while, then asked, "Where is the train conductor? Her name seems to be...Mo Lan?"
"The bed next door." Long Yuan pursed his lips to the side, "He's still alive and woke up earlier than you."
Tang Wulin turned around and took a look. Mo Lan was still sleeping, breathing steadily. He breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the pillow, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
"What do you want to say?" Long Yuan asked.
Tang Wulin was silent for a long time before speaking, "Master, am I too weak?"
Long Yuan looked at him.
"If I were stronger, I could defeat those Evil Soul Master earlier, and prevent them from detonating bombs, or even directly defuse the explosion of the soul bomb. If I were stronger, those passengers would not have to die." Tang Wulin's voice was low, as if he was talking to himself.
Long Yuan didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and patted him on the head.
"What's the use of thinking so much?" Long Yuan said lightly, "When a person is alive, he still has the chance to become stronger. If he dies, there is nothing."
Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment, then smiled, a bit bitterly.
"Master, your way of comforting people is really special."
"Who said I comforted you?" Long Yuan glanced at him, "I told the truth."
Tang Wulin said no more, closed his eyes, and felt the Bloodline Power slowly flowing in his body. It is estimated that he will be able to recover in ten days and a half.
After a while, he opened his eyes and asked, "Master, what do those Evil Soul Masters mean when they say that Holy Spirit Cults are announcing their return?"
Long Yuan leaned on the back of the chair and said calmly, "It means that it has been quiet for too long, and it's time to make some noise."
"Will they succeed?"
Long Yuan glanced at him. "What do you think?"
Tang Wulin thought for a while and shook his head, "No."
"Why?"
"Because Master is here."
Long Yuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "You are right..."
"Holy Spirit Cult... let's see..."