Zombie Evolution System

Xuantianzong, on a smoky hilltop, a majestic middle-aged man looked at a man and a woman lying on the jade bed. During this period, there was also an old man with gray hair who looked a little thin and looked at the man and woman. female.

"Brother, how is Xiaoyu? How is the injury?" The middle-aged man asked nervously.

The gray-haired thin old man shook his head slightly, and then nodded again: "Don't worry, the suzerain, Xiaoyu only has a few traumatic injuries, and she just fell into a coma after being a little tired, it's just..."

Having said that, the old man hesitated a bit.

"Just what? Brother, you said it!" The middle-aged man suddenly became anxious.

"Hehe..." The thin, gray-haired old man chuckled twice: "There is nothing wrong with Xiaoyu, but what is the identity of this young man next to him?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I don't know, Xiaoyu didn't say anything."

The one with the gray hair is my old man who watched Wen Du carefully for a while, until he saw the iconic marks behind his ears and suddenly realized: "Oh? So it's from the Rakshamen."

"Rakshamen!" The middle-aged man was shocked.

The gray-haired old man stroked his beard and nodded: "The people of Rakshamen have nothing to do with us, but what surprised me is that this young man suffered so many external injuries and such serious internal injuries. Generally speaking, there should be no sound, but why is its vitality still so tenacious?"

The middle-aged man seemed not interested in knowing about Wendu, so he said in a dignified voice: "Brother, you should let Xiaoyu come over first."

"It's easy to say." The thin old man with gray hair couldn't help stroking his beard again: "It's just the suzerain, what about this young man?"

The middle-aged man thought about it: "Save his life first."

"Yeah." The gray-haired thin old man nodded, then poured out two pills, one big and one small, from the gourd he carried around his waist, put the big one into Xuan Shiyu's mouth, and The smaller one was put into Wendu's mouth, and then he sat aside and didn't speak.

After an unknown amount of time, the unconscious Xuan Shiyu frowned, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

"Xiao Yu, you're awake. Father is almost dying of worry." Seeing Xuan Shiyu sober, Xuan Ye hurriedly supported his daughter in surprise.

That's right, the middle-aged man is the suzerain of Xuantianzong, and the gray-haired and thin old man next to him is the great elder of Xuantianzong, Xuanye's senior brother, and the best alchemist of Xuantianzong.

"Father." Xuan Shiyu tapped her forehead that was still aching, and suddenly, she thought of Wendu.

So he quickly asked, "Father, where is the man who came with me?"

Hearing what his daughter said, Xuan Ye's face darkened immediately: "Behind you."

Xuan Shiyu didn't care about his father's expression, but turned his head to look back. Sure enough, he was relieved to see Wen Du lying there quietly.

"Little girl, who is he?"

At this time, Xuan Shiyu found out the great elder of Xuantian Sect, so he quickly stood up and said respectfully: "Uncle Zong, he is from the Rakshasa Gate, and it was because of his protection that I was able to come back alive during this journey."

"Oh? It seems that this young man's skills are not bad," the elder said in admiration. "As far as I know, there are more than 100 dead soldiers dispatched by those two families this time."