Pulling Mushrooms

Even though he used all his strength to shout, Meng Qiu Zhen's voice was still faint.

"Who is asking for help?" A mortal girl pushed aside the brambles and came to the place.

"Here, look below…" Meng Qiu Zhen spoke, his voice so faint that it was like a whisper.

The mortal girl did not hear him, mumbling: "Did I hear wrongly? Sigh, it is getting late, I need to quickly gather mushrooms and sell them in Tu clan village. Eh? There are so many mushrooms here!"

The mortal girl saw Meng Qiu Zhen.

But right now, Meng Qiu Zhen's body was already covered with mushrooms.

The mortal girl squatted and started picking the mushrooms on Meng Qiu Zhen's body.

Every mushroom she picked, the cause of Meng Qiu Zhen's falling vitality would decrease by one.

His illness was alleviated rapidly and his strength slowly recovered.

"That's right, there are still two days before my illness truly breaks out. For now at least, my life should be safe!"