Moments later, the pain on Lin Yun's shoulder gradually subsided. At the same time, he felt a new memory in his mind that didn't belong to him. When he looked at Shi Meng again, he couldn't help but smile softly: "Meng'er, your uncle is fine, you should go out first.",In fact, he wasn't wrong. "Lin Yu," who originally planned to live a peaceful life in the Xuan Yue Sect, had been afflicted with a strange illness three months ago. He gradually grew weaker and finally breathed his last.,This is the voice of a dream, speaking in a shaky sob, “Your uncle is about to die. These medicines are what I finally managed to get back from the Dan Yao Pharmacy. Please, please help me! These are the medicines to save your uncle’s life...”。