Chapter 497: Going to the Mountain to Find Wood to Make Coffins

Inside the courtyard, Shen Zhiyu and Yuanbao were busy imitating the movements they saw in the comic books, where martial arts heroes transferred their internal energy to one another. These movements were directed onto Shen Wenchen's belly.

"Brother Zhiyu, are we doing this right?"

Yuanbao's palms had turned red from the tapping. He scratched his head, doubting their actions.

"I... I guess so..." Shen Zhiyu was equally uncertain.

He remembered what his father once said: Martial artists possess internal energy within them, and it can be used to save people in critical times.

He too was a martial artist, so why couldn't he feel his internal energy?

Despite their doubts, the two children continued to tap Shen Wenchen's belly for almost half an hour, their small hands growing red from the effort, before finally giving up.

Xiaomi watched from the side, feeling a bit helpless.

He has tried dissuading them, but they wouldn't listen.

Poor General Shen's belly. How red was it now?