Legendary Armament Canon

1448 Looking Back in the Past (3)

Zhou Shu said with a smile, “Uncle Peng must be a good person.”

He could tell that Cao Yue and Uncle Peng were living very poor lives.

But this didn’t mean they were unhappy.

At least in Zhou Shu’s opinion, the smile on Cao Yue’s face was sincere.

“Yes, Uncle Peng is a good person,” Cao Yue said affirmatively.

“In order to help everyone repair farming tools, Uncle Peng has been going to the mountains to look for ore for several days.

“If not for this, we wouldn’t have discovered you. If I wasn’t taking care of you today, I would have gone into the mountains with Uncle Peng.”

Cao Yue looked a little disappointed.

Zhou Shu was silent for a moment before saying, “I’m sorry.”

He had never thought that he would one day become a burden to others.

“It’s okay.” Cao Yue had a young temperament. His unhappiness came and went quickly. He smiled and said, “We can’t just leave you in the lurch, right?”

Zhou Shu smiled. They were his saviors. How should he thank them?

Cao Yue was a guileless mountain village youth. With just a few words, Zhou Shu had already figured out his background.

He had lived in this small mountain village called Boundary Bridge Village since a very young age. The farthest he had been was another village dozens of kilometers away.

This village was the village closest to Boundary Bridge Village.

It was no wonder he didn’t know which country this place belonged to. How much would a young man who had only moved around within a hundred kilometers know?

There were not many people in Boundary Bridge Village. There were only a hundred households.

They mainly relied on farming and hunting for a living. They had only heard about the Martial Dao from the storyteller.

This was an ordinary small mountain village.

But Zhou Shu was also a little curious. Even if Cao Yue had never left the small mountain village, the invasion of the Xuan Ming Heavenly Kingdom had started from the sky. Logically speaking, he should have been able to see it.

“Little Cao! Little Cao!”

While Zhou Shu was thinking, a panicked shout suddenly came from outside.

“Oh no, something happened to Uncle Peng!” When Cao Yue heard this, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly ran out.

Zhou Shu frowned slightly. Something happened to Uncle Peng?

He forced himself to sit up in bed. Just this simple movement made his breathing much heavier.

He sighed to himself. His injuries were too serious this time. Without the Legendary Armament Canon, he didn’t know when he would completely recover.

He took a few deep breaths and regained some strength before supporting himself against the wall and walking out.

When Zhou Shu walked into the courtyard step by step, he saw a few people carrying a stretcher in.

Cao Yue was holding a stretcher, his eyes red from crying.

“Little Brother Cao!” Zhou Shu asked, “What happened to Uncle Peng?”

His gaze fell on the stretcher everyone was carrying.

On the stretcher lay a man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties. The man’s gray hair was a little messy, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was very weak.

His chest seemed to have been scratched by the sharp claws of some ferocious beast, leaving a shocking wound. Blood was still dripping.

“Uncle Peng, Uncle Peng…” Cao Yue sobbed.

“Hurry up and get a doctor,” a villager shouted.

On the stretcher, Uncle Peng’s body twitched slightly.

“Bring him over for me to see!” Zhou Shu said solemnly.

His voice stunned the villagers.

“Who are you?” a villager said.

“Bring him over!” Zhou Shu said solemnly.

This person carried himself with dignity. The villagers were stunned. They subconsciously moved their feet and carried him in front of Zhou Shu.

It wasn’t until they lowered the stretcher that they came back to their senses.

“What’s going on?” The villagers looked at each other.

Cao Yue felt blessed. He rushed to Zhou Shu’s side and hugged his thigh. “Uncle, you can save Uncle Peng, right?”

Cao Yue begged, “I beg you, save Uncle Peng! Uncle Peng is a good person. Please save him. As long as you can save Uncle Peng, I’ll do anything!”

Zhou Shu swayed and almost fell to the ground.

He was already extremely weak. Just standing now had exhausted his strength. How could he withstand Cao Yue’s shaking?

“Little Brother Cao, don’t be anxious. Let me see Uncle Peng’s condition first,” Zhou Shu said helplessly.

He squatted down and reached out to hold Uncle Peng’s wrist.

Zhou Shu didn’t know medicine, but he was knowledgeable. Ordinary minor injuries were not a problem for him.

Uncle Peng’s chest had been injured by the sharp claws of a ferocious beast. His flesh was exposed, and his internal organs were almost visible.

Such injuries were fatal to ordinary people.

But Uncle Peng was still alive.

Zhou Shu was deep in thought.

If he still had his cultivation, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to treat such injuries.

But now…

Zhou Shu pondered for a moment. “Little Brother Cao, when you discovered me, did I have anything else with me?”

If the Celestial Thearch Sword was still around, it would be easy to solve the problem.

He still had Essence Cleansing Pills and Breakthrough Pills in his Celestial Thearch Sword. It would be easy to treat such minor external injuries.

Cao Yue shook his head with tears in his eyes. “No, there was nothing where we found you. Even the stones were burned black…”

Zhou Shu sighed in his heart. He knew it wouldn’t be so easy. The Celestial Thearch Sword had been lost somewhere.

He could only make a Hail Mary effort and give it a try.

Zhou Shu reached out and pressed his hand on the wound on Uncle Peng’s chest. A small flame suddenly appeared in his palm.

“What are you doing?!”

Seeing his actions, the expressions of the villagers changed drastically. They all rushed forward, wanting to stop Zhou Shu.

Cao Yue’s expression changed drastically. “Uncle, what are you doing?!”

He reached out to grab Zhou Shu’s arm, wanting to stop Zhou Shu’s hand from touching Uncle Peng.

Zhou Shu snorted coldly, and an invisible aura spread out. Cao Yue and the villagers trembled violently and froze in midair.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of Zhou Shu’s mouth, but he firmly pressed his palm on the wound on Uncle Peng’s chest.