"Don't carry it, Uncle Mo Wen! If the pill is gone, you can find someone to refine it. If your life is gone, you will have nothing."

"No!" Mo Wen beat his chest vigorously, and then he calmed down. His face turned pale, and he looked at the people beside him, and said in a harsh voice, "Something happened in the west of the river!"

"What is it?" Several people were a little surprised.