After being asked by the little devil, Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment and then pretended to be relaxed: "Hi, it's nothing, let it go, it's good."

The little ghost shook his head: "I have heard of the Redeemer in the metropolis. I have heard that people in the whole city hit you with guns. How did you persevere?"

Zhao Yu said: "Oh, I have experience with this."

"Tell me, tell me." The little ghost seemed to have become a little fan instantly, and opened his eyes seriously, just like he was planning to listen to the story.

"For me at that time, the most important thing was..."

"What?"

"Try not to get shot by their guns."

The little ghost smiled and refused to give in: "I'm asking this, isn't this nonsense? I'm asking, how did you persist? Why do you still need to save those people when they treat you so much?"

"Well..." Zhao Yu said: "Some people regard me as a devil, some people regard me as an arrogant maniac, and more people regard me as a threat. But I know that there are still people in this world who support me, and they regard me as a hero. If there are people like this, I will be responsible for them. If I don't save that city, I will be really a devil, a arrogant maniac and a threat. I have to let those who support me know that I deserve their support."

The little ghost pouted: "But if it were me, I would have saved them so desperately, but their pants were so scared that they were almost wet with their pants. The whole world caught me, and I would definitely not pay attention to them anymore."

"They are just afraid." Zhao Yu said: "Everyone can make mistakes, not to mention that they are just ordinary people. You cannot use the standards of heroes in the world to ask them. You have to allow them to be afraid, panic, numb, indifferent, or even turn against each other. For example, your parents sometimes do wrong things, and they will wrongly bully your classmates or steal pocket money, but you will always know that they are parents and will always be in the same camp as you, right?"

The little ghost's eyes dimmed: "I don't have parents."

Zhao Yu's brows locked: "I'm sorry, I don't know."

The little ghost tried his best to be happy: "It's okay, I'm used to it, I've long been used to this boy's outfit."

Zhao Yu nodded: "Are you full? You are ready to go on the road after you are full. We can't disturb others here all the time. This is a place for them to rest in peace."

The little ghost looked around indifferently: "Oh, you said, who would build the grave here?"

"Don't worry about him." Zhao Yu said: "Anyway, we have to leave. Cough cough... Cough cough..."

The little ghost was stunned: "Did you catch a cold?"

"It's okay." Zhao Yu said: "After climbing up, you'll have a good bowl of soup and sweat."

Zhao Yu stood up and took two steps shakingly. Suddenly, he felt dark in front of him and fell directly.

The little ghost was startled and rushed over to help Zhao Yu up, let him lie down, reached out to touch Zhao Yu's forehead, and found that it was so hot.

The little devil felt so guilty in an instant.

Are you stupid? Are you stupid?

He caught a cold last night. He had to face the storm in the Grand Canyon naked, dry his clothes for himself, hunt and eat, and clean water for himself... Even if he was hit by iron, he would get sick.

However, this person was obviously very ill, but he was unwilling to show it at all. He seemed to be fine when talking and chatting, and there was no sign of any abnormality. The conversation just now made both of them relax a lot. His spirit was a little relaxed, and he could no longer bear it.

The little ghost is not as weak and panicked as an ordinary girl. After a brief period of guilt and self-blame, she quickly sorted out her emotions: Now is not the time for guilt, and I have to think of a way. He doesn't let me die of illness in this grand canyon, and I can't let him die here just like that!

The little ghost dragged Zhao Yu to the haystack where he was sleeping, found some wood to continue to light the fire, and then found that this was all he could do.

She sat in front of Zhao Yu in despair, watching Zhao Yu's face turned red, and gradually began to tremble all over, and she started to sway, making a fuss, and she became even more anxious.

"What should I do? Zhao Yu, don't have anything to do. If you have something to do..., then will I always live in guilt? No, I have to imagine a way... However, there is no one here, in the wilderness, and I can't ask for help, and I have no place to sell medicine and injections, and even let him find a warm place to sleep. What should I do? What should I do?"

Zhao Yu himself did not expect that he would faint directly.

Zhao Yu fainted and saw the Amber Qilin Beast again.

"Boy, okay, I'm going to break through again." The Qilin Beast looked at Zhao Yu coldly and said coolly.

"breakthrough?"

Zhao Yu suddenly realized that he wanted to break through, but he didn't succeed overnight last night. Unexpectedly, the breakthrough node happened at this time. But he was not lucky, so he fell down with the little ghost and caught a cold and fell ill.

The body cannot carry such a huge burden, so it faints.

Zhao Yu scratched his head: "Please, please help."

"Hmph. Useless things." The Qilin Beast walked into Zhao Yu: "Let's break through first, let's talk about it after breaking through."

Zhao Yu nodded: "Okay, then I'll meditate here, you can do your own thing."

Although Zhao Yu's soul world is meditating and preparing to break through, the little ghost outside does not know that Zhao Yu has such ability. The Zhao Yu she saw was getting weaker and weaker and more terrifying.

Four hours have passed, and the heavy rain outside has already stopped, and the warm sunshine shines white outside. However, the location of this tomb is "excellent". No matter what time it is the sun, the sunlight cannot penetrate into a trace.

The little devil was anxious, and Zhao Yu looked more and more painful, frowned and his teeth were tightly clenched. She knew that if this continued, it would be a death.

Modern people regard colds and fevers as minor illnesses, but in the past, medical skills were not modern, and very few people mastered powerful medical skills. When they carefully chose successors, most ordinary people could not get proper treatment. How many lives have been taken away by typhoid fever?

The situation is just like today. No, to be precise, Zhao Yu's situation is worse than that of ancient people. He can't even drink a sip of hot water.

What to do!? Zhao Yu won’t really die here, right?

The little kid looked at Zhao Yu who was getting more and more painful, and tears flowed out of fear. It was the first time in her life that she was moved by a man. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but it was this man, the guy she originally hated the most, but now she was so worried about.

Is there only that way?
Chapter completed!