Building 31 Three Lives Post Station backyard.
Qingya stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his face darkened for a long time.
Yanya's expression is also not pretty.
A compound covering an area of dozens of acres is divided into left and right sides by a Cold Spring, with a short bridge in the center and Cold-Gathering Formation patterns arranged around it.
The left one is for the Demon Clan.
The right one is for the Witch Clan.
From a placement perspective, it is indeed spacious.
From the perspective of both parties' identities, it is really uncomfortable.
A young Demon Soldiers just walked into the yard and saw that Witch Clan had started laying animal skins on the opposite side. He couldn't help but turned around and asked, "Deacon, is there really no other place?"
Abyss disciples, who was in charge of the placement, said helplessly, "It's really full."
"You are lucky. This courtyard is usually used by wealthy people, and Cold-Gathering Formation is better than ordinary residences."
Young Demon Soldiers has a complex expression.
"But the person opposite is Witch Clan!"
Abyss disciples nodded.
"I saw it."
Demon Soldiers opened his mouth.
He wanted to say something else.
Abyss disciples has raised his hand and pointed outside the hospital.
"If you're really not used to living there, you can go find a place by yourself outside."
Demon Soldiers stopped talking immediately.
Ten Suns is still hanging in the sky.
Now go out and look for a place?
When he came in from outside just now, Body Protection demon power was burned hot by the sun.
Those with minor injuries can still hold up.
If a seriously injured person goes out and struggles, he may die on the way.
Demon Soldiers returned to the left courtyard with a sullen face.
Opposite Witch Clan naturally saw this scene clearly.
A young Witch Clan grinned.
"Demon Court guys also have today."
Yanya raised his eyes and looked at him.
"Say less."
Young Witch Clan was a little dissatisfied. "Captain, before they--"
"This is Three Lives Post Station." Yanya interrupted him with a calm tone, "Just take good care of your injuries."
Young Witch Clan can only bow his head.
"Got it."
Both parties settled in their respective places.
Everything was fine at first.
Until the monks from the medical center came over.
More than 30 seriously injured Witch-Demon wounded were brought to the center of the yard.
Several temporary stone beds are arranged in two rows.
Ninefold Netherworld Cold Spring Water is placed in jade basins, with a faint cold mist.
After a middle-aged doctor checked everyone's injuries, he immediately started making arrangements.
"This sternum is broken, please save it first."
A Witch Clan soldier frowned and said, "Doctor, that's Demon Clan."
The middle-aged doctor didn't even raise his head.
"I know."
"His heart pulse will be broken if it takes another two hours."
Witch Clan warrior is a little embarrassed.
"I'm just reminding you."
The middle-aged doctor has already begun to treat the Demon Clan wound.
"After reminding you, give in."
When Demon Clan around saw this scene, their expressions obviously relaxed a lot.
Many people were still worried just now.
There are many Abyss local ethnic groups here, so will they be closer to the Witch Clan?
Looking at it now.
The hospital doesn't care about this at all.
Treat serious injuries first.
It's that simple.
Cold Spring Washed the wound with water.
The blackened flesh and blood soon stopped deteriorating.
Then several Spirit Medicine were crushed and evenly applied on the chest.
The originally rapid breathing of the Demon Clan gradually stabilized.
His companion was visibly relieved.
"Thank you doctor."
The middle-aged doctor nodded.
"Next one."
This time it was changed to the Witch Clan.
Demon Clan No one said anything.
Both sides just watched the doctors deal with it one by one.
The atmosphere became strangely calm.
Until the middle-aged doctor stopped in front of a young demon cultivator.
This demon cultivator had a fist-sized bloody hole in his abdomen.
The surface of the wound is covered with red evil energy.
Every time the evil spirit surges.
The wounds will reopen.
The doctor looked at it for a while and frowned.
"Witch Fiend."
The young demon cultivator gritted his teeth and nodded.
"I got punched three days ago."
The doctor tried to suppress it again with Cold Spring.
The effect is very average.
Although Ninefold Netherworld Cold Spring can suppress Solar True Fire, it is not so restrained against pure Witch Fiend.
The doctor looked up and looked around.
Finally, the sight fell on the right courtyard.
"Which of you is more familiar with this Witch Fiend?"
The yard was instantly quiet.
Witch Clan Everyone raised their heads.
Demon Clan looked even weirder over there.
Qingya frowned slightly.
The injured demon cultivator is his subordinate.
If you continue to be unable to suppress Witch Fiend, your injuries will only get worse.
Let Witch Clan help...
He was about to speak.
Yanya has stood up.
"Let me see."
The nearby Witch Clan soldiers turned their heads one after another.
"Captain?"
Yanya waved his hand.
"Just looking at the injury."
He walked to the stone bed.
After the young demon cultivator saw him, his body became obviously tense.
On the battlefield three days ago.
Both sides have met before.
Yanya looked down for a moment.
Then he reached out and touched the wound.
The face of the young demon cultivator changed.
Qingya took a step forward at the same time.
Yanya looked up at him.
"Do you want me to help, or not?"
Qingya Stop.
After a few breaths of silence, he took a step back.
"Please."
Yanya said no more.
Use your thick fingers to press several acupoints near the wound.
A surge of witchcraft from the same source slowly poured in.
Witch Fiend, entangled in flesh and blood, immediately began to vibrate.
The young demon cultivator's face turned pale in pain, and cold sweat kept falling from his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and made no sound.
Yanya said, "Be patient, this evil spirit has penetrated into the blood, and it will be more painful to pull it out directly."
The young demon cultivator squeezed out a voice through his teeth. "Come on."
Yanya's palm suddenly closed.
Tsk!
A stream of red Witch Fiend was forcefully pulled out of the wound.
The young demon cultivator's body trembled and he almost jumped up from the stone bed.
The doctor acted very quickly.
Cold Spring Rinse immediately.
Spirit Medicine is covered immediately.
After losing the interference of Witch Fiend, the wound finally began to heal normally.
The young demon cultivator calmed down for a while.
When he looked up again, Yanya was already preparing to leave.
With a complicated expression on his face, he whispered, "Thank you very much."
Yanya stopped for a moment.
"After leaving the inn, it's time to fight again."
The young demon cultivator grinned.
"Okay."
"I'll give you a punch when the time comes."
Yanya looked back at him.
"You should heal your injuries first and then talk."
The corners of the mouths of the Witch Clans nearby twitched when they heard it.
Demon Clan Some people here also want to laugh.
But the two sides' eyes met.
All that smile was suppressed again.
The atmosphere has just relaxed.
Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the yard.
Another batch of wounded people were brought in.
Abyss disciples was making arrangements while shouting inside, "Move in, there are more than twenty more!"
Qingya looked at the group of people at the door, his face suddenly looked strange.
Because this time.
The first few are Demon Clan.
The few at the back were wearing Witch Clan animal skins.
Apparently it was another group of wounded people who had been put together from different places.
A wounded Witch Clan just entered the door and saw Witch-Demon living on one side on each side of the yard. He was obviously stunned.
"Here..."
"What's going on?"
The disciple responsible for the placement was so tired that his forehead was covered with sweat.
"It's full."
"Go in first."
Witch Clan The injured still wants to ask.
The disciple has already carried Jade Slip and ran outside.
"If you have any opinions, please wait until the injury heals before you raise them."
Inside the yard.
Witch-Demon looked at the new arrivals on both sides.
They fell silent again.
The Cold Spring in the center is still quiet and cold.