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No, no, no! No way! I finally found him, how could I let him lose his life?!

Jiang Changle quickly took out the golden needle, pierced it into He Jing's heart acupuncture point, and quickly bounced the needle tip off.

Then he channeled spiritual energy into his body and used a series of first aid measures.

Jiang Changle didn't stop until most of her spiritual power was exhausted, but He Jing didn't seem to have changed much. Maybe the effect was too slow?

But no matter what, Jiang Changle didn't want to give up. She asked her to think about what else could be used to revive the person who was still in a state of suspended animation?

And is it found in deserts or forests?

That’s right! Resurrection grass, also known as the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass, can revive the recently deceased. It’s just right for He Jing’s situation, and it happens to be a plant that grows in the desert.

Jiang Changle did what she said. No matter how hard it was to find the resurrection grass, she was determined to find it.

Jiang Changle put He Jing into the space and soaked her in the spiritual spring water. She quickly walked out of the cactus forest and jumped onto the tiger's back.

"We went looking for resurrection grass. Deeper in the desert, near the lakes where rainwater gathers, there's resurrection grass."

The tiger and the Saker Falcon naturally didn't understand, so Jiang Changle took out some water and threw it to the two animals before he gave them a direction to set off.

But in the vast desert, Jiang Changle was not sure whether he could really find the resurrection grass. Fortunately, He Jing was placed in the space, so he would not be reborn, but he could not die again.

The deeper you go into the desert, the more desolate it becomes, and under the scorching sun, it would be impossible without the support of the spiritual spring water.

As we swept along, we encountered countless dangers and found many herbs and red dates, but we didn't see any trace of resurrection grass or welwitschia.

In the space, after soaking in the spiritual spring water for several days, He Jing's body had recovered a lot, but there was no sign of waking up, as if he had lost his soul.

In the end, it will take the resurrection grass to bring his soul back. I just hope that it is He Jing himself who comes back.

If it were an alien soul like myself, my life would be wonderful.

Jiang Changle wandered aimlessly in the desert like a bandit, plundering all the useful plants into his space, and the animals were also tortured to death.

It wasn't until one evening that she found a huge resurrection plant by the edge of a lake.

"Good fellow, you gave me a good meal to look for you, Xiaobai and Xiaoqing, let's have a big meal first."

The water in the lake is very clear, and there is nowhere for aquatic plants and some fish to hide. Although the bottom of the water looks very shallow to the naked eye, the lake is actually very deep.

Jiang Changle would not go into the water rashly, but instead used the spiritual spring water to hang on. Sure enough, some nearby fish swam over frantically and were all absorbed into the space by Jiang Changle.

She stabbed some big fish with a spear and shot them with a bow and arrow. Soon she caught a lot of them. Each big fish weighed dozens of kilograms.

The tiger and the Saker Falcon rushed to try the fresh food and immediately started to devour it eagerly.

Only then did Jiang Changle feel a little relieved. She curled her lips and smiled, "Don't be so excited for now. I still have some unique skills that I haven't shown you yet."

Jiang Changle cleaned the fish, soaked them in spiritual spring water, and then evenly coated them with the juice of resurrection grass and other herbs and spices. She handed two to the tiger and the Saker Falcon.

"Would you like to eat it raw? Or wait until I roast it?"

After spending several days together, the tiger and the Saker Falcon, nurtured by the spiritual spring water, have learned a lot of human nature. Now Jiang Changle has no problem communicating with them.

After the two pets chewed a big fish each, they stopped and looked at Jiang Changle with confusion in their eyes.

Jiang Changle prepared the fish and started roasting it over a fire. On the other hand, he prepared a resurrection soup for He Jing using resurrection grass and other medicinal herbs.

There are some pottery pots in her space, which are convenient for boiling medicine.

As the fire roasted, the fish soon gave off a fragrant aroma, causing the two pets to lick their mouths, swallow their saliva, and unconsciously move closer and closer to the fire.

Originally they were afraid of fire and stayed several meters away from the fire at first, but the temptation of delicious food was greater, and now they wished they could roast themselves.

Jiang Changle found it very funny, and when he saw that the fish was half cooked, he let them eat it first.

And she, of course, wanted to eat it well-cooked, even though the fish in this clear lake had no fishy smell at all, but she was afraid of parasites.

After eating and drinking, the sun set and the red moon slowly emerged.

Jiang Changle put out the fire, collected the tiger and the Saker Falcon, and hid in the space.

The space is not too big at the moment, and it is full of medicinal herbs and grains. Xiaobai and Xiaoqing are strictly prohibited from destroying plants, so the only place they can move around is on the ridges of the fields.

Or downstream of the Quanling Water, which is their playground and the two pets' favorite place to stay.

Jiang Changle fished He Qing out of the spiritual spring water, and his clothes dried instantly. The wounds on his body healed after being soaked for a few days.

Whether he can survive in the end depends on the bowl of black medicine in Jiang Changle's hand.

He still used the old method, pressing the tongue with a stick to force the medicine down his throat, but this time, not much medicine was wasted, which also showed that He Jing had recovered well.

It is hard to say how long it will take for him to wake up, but in order to prevent the space from leaking, Jiang Changle gave He Jing a few more acupuncture points. If she doesn't remove the needles.

He Jing would not be able to open his eyes, but it would not affect the recovery of his body and soul. This is the magic of medical skills, which is very convenient for himself.

After dealing with all this, Jiang Changle went to sort out her fertile fields and stored items.

After she was done, she practiced step by step. Now, her spiritual power is deep and powerful, terrifyingly so, because the time in this space is several times longer than that in the outside world, but it does not make her age. It is magical.

Jiang Changle's practice did not stop until dawn. She packed out two large sacks filled with various things for future use in the outside world.

Anyway, Xiaobai is carrying it, so the weight is not a problem.

Jiang Changle came out of the space with one person and two pets. She pulled out the golden needles from He Jing and placed him under a big umbrella.

I caught some fish and cooked some porridge, thinking that He Jing might be hungry when he woke up.

He Jing was awakened by the strong smell of rice. He opened his eyes and turned his head, and immediately saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

"Jiang Changle?!" He Jing stood up suddenly and bumped into the heavy umbrella. The pain on his forehead reminded him that the person in front of him was real.

So what was going on with everything he had experienced before? He Jing rubbed his head, feeling even more confused.

Jiang Changle stirred the fish porridge in the pot and smiled gently, "You're awake. The fish porridge is cooked now. I'll serve you some soup first. You haven't eaten for a long time, so you can only drink the soup first."

Jiang Changle took out a white porcelain bowl with an exquisite wooden spoon inside, but these things were completely unfamiliar to He Jing.

Even Jiang Changle in front of him was as unfamiliar as ever. She was a killer who would leave corpses everywhere when she went crazy. How could she possibly cook porridge?

Most importantly, weren’t they killed by thousands of arrows piercing their hearts?