Maybe I shouldn't die.

In the short moment that the half-demon leader was tied up, everyone else had already rushed back and surrounded him.

Only the puppet walked silently back to Han Qingshu.

Han Qingshu looked at the puppet carefully, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

There are many scratches and dents on the surface of the puppet, making the originally smooth surface bumpy and not very beautiful.

It was caused during the fight with monsters.

Fortunately, the materials used to make puppets have the ability to self-repair, but such repair also requires the absorption of lightning power.

Next, she had to use a lot of thunder talismans on the puppet every day.

However, the big sword, I don’t know what material it was made of, did not have any scratches on it.

She simply used a water ball spell to clean the monster's blood and flesh from it, and it returned to its smooth and clean state.

Of course, while observing and cleaning the puppets, she did not forget to pay attention to the situation of the half-demon leader.

The medical practitioner carefully examined the half-demon leader's condition before standing up, his tone filled with sympathy.

"His sea of ​​consciousness has been completely shattered. He must have exploded on his own in order to resist the monster's control."

Upon hearing this, the monks around could not help but look at each other, and the anger on their faces could no longer be maintained.

Although he was the culprit that allowed the high-level monster to escape.

However, such an ending also shows that his previous actions were not his original intention.

He would rather destroy his own sea of ​​consciousness than continue to be controlled by the monster.

Not everyone has this courage.

Someone couldn't help but say angrily:

"It's all because of that monster's cunningness."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and someone said with regret:

"Pity."

It’s a pity that this sentence is not referring to the half-demon leader, but the monster.

Some people also asked:

"Why did someone change the person operating the turret?"

Although they didn't know that Han Qingshu would not be controlled by monsters, they still needed to understand the reason.

Seeing someone asking this, Han Qingshu also walked over. Just as she was about to explain, the medical practitioner stopped her and explained the whole story himself.

After learning that it was to save those foundation-building monks who had been possessed by demons, everyone couldn't help but sigh deeply, with expressions of regret on their faces.

Someone couldn't help but sigh:

"It is destiny."

After saying that, he shook his head, no longer dwelling on the matter, but turned around to clean up the battlefield.

Seeing him do this, the others also dispersed.

Those who are healing are healing their wounds, and those who are cleaning up the battlefield are cleaning up the battlefield.

The medical practitioner also walked towards the injured teammate, intending to treat his injuries.

Seeing this, Han Qingshu silently put away the small turret, and then went to remove the high-level illusion array that had been set up.

After everyone had finished cleaning up the battlefield, they returned to the city.

There were no more accidents on the return journey.

It took them about an hour to return to Xuanwu City.

There was no difference between Xuanwu City at dusk and at dawn, but Han Qingshu's mood was completely different.

When leaving the city, the entire phalanx of monks were full of ambition.

But at this moment, she was the only one still awake in the square formation.

After the half-demon leader detonated his sea of ​​consciousness, the vitality and cultivation in his body were slowly dissipating, and he began to show the characteristics of a half-demon.

Although most of the foreign demonic energy in the consciousness of those cultivators who had completed their foundation building had been cleared away by Han Qingshu, they still had not fully awakened.

Even those Jindan monks who came to support had serious injuries due to the large-scale explosion of monsters before.

They looked quite miserable as a group.

Especially on the way back, they encountered other phalanxes.

The other phalanxes may have suffered some losses, but most of the monks had smiles on their faces, and it was obvious that they had made good gains.

This was in stark contrast to the heavy losses suffered by their phalanx.

There were familiar-looking monks waiting for them at the city gate. They were the monks who had withdrawn earlier.

Although they knew that their chances of survival were slim, no one would give up hope.

After seeing Han Qingshu and his group, the monks immediately showed happy smiles on their faces and gathered around them.

But soon, the smiles on their faces disappeared.

Because if you get closer, you can find that the conditions of the team leader and those fellow Taoists who have reached the perfect stage of foundation building are not right.

They didn't dare to disturb those Jindan seniors who looked unhappy, so they could only gather around Han Qingshu.

Someone couldn't wait to ask:

"What happened to the leader and other fellow Taoists?"

Han Qingshu did not hide anything and told them all about their conditions in a low voice.

After learning that the team leader could not be rescued, everyone's face was filled with sadness that was difficult to conceal. Even after learning that these fellow Taoists could still be saved, the sadness did not change.

This atmosphere continued until all the injured were sent to the infirmary.

After the medical practitioners had taken over all the injured, a female practitioner spoke first:

"Let's discuss how to pay for their medical expenses first!"

As soon as she finished speaking, someone responded:

"Not only their medical expenses, but also the losses of our predecessors need to be paid by us."

Someone's voice was low:

"Originally, these should have been discussed by the team leaders."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene fell silent again.

It was Han Qingshu who spoke first and broke the silence.

"Even if the foreign demonic energy in those Taoist friends' sea of ​​consciousness is cleared, they still need to recuperate for a while. There is no need to let them worry about these things anymore."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone immediately responded:

"Yes, let those fellow Taoists heal their wounds."

Some people also raised the question:

"Who will organize this?"

As soon as these words fell, the scene fell into silence again, but only for a moment, and everyone's eyes turned to Han Qingshu.

There was trust and expectation in those eyes.

Han Qingshu, who was suddenly given an important task, was silent for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

"If you are willing to trust me, I will organize this."

No one spoke up to object, instead all praised it.

"We naturally trust Fellow Daoist Han."

"Yes, yes, the fact that you were willing to stay and clean up the mess before is enough to show that you are a person of noble character."

"That's right, that's right. Moreover, you were born in Yuxu Sect and have already reached the perfection of foundation building at such a young age. You must be extremely talented..."

This made Han Qingshu a little embarrassed. She was afraid that these people would say some exaggerated adjectives again, so she quickly interrupted:

"Since you are willing to trust me, I will definitely live up to your trust."

Although she is being forced to do something against her will, there is indeed no one who can convince the public better than her. Moreover, the medical expenses of all Taoists, the rescue expenses of those seniors, and the compensation for losses cannot be delayed.

If you delay it for too long, your reputation will be ruined.

If you encounter such a thing again, there may not be anyone willing to lend a helping hand.