Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 711

Chapter 711: Chapter 707: Issue a ’Induced Labor’ Notice

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Xie Jingchen instantly understood.

Indeed, a naive voice echoed in Xie Jingchen’s mind—

[Man, where is the Spirit Lord?] Tao Nu’s slightly childish voice anxiously replied.

Xie Jingchen’s tiger-like eyes flashed a trace of surprise, and with equal excitement, he communicated his wife’s situation to Tao Nu using spiritual power.

[Tao Nu, is there any way to resolve this situation with the Spirit Lord? If she does not wake up soon, both she and the child in her womb... will be in danger!]

The thought of the peril his beloved wife was about to face made him extremely oppressed.

It was no longer a question of whether the child could be saved, but rather the longer Yan Jinsu remained unconscious, the more serious her condition would become.

Especially since the doctors had already issued a notice for an induced labor.

This decision was very difficult for Xie Jingchen to make.

If his little wife woke to find the child she risked her life to save...

The thought alone left Xie Jingchen feeling devastated.

He also couldn’t make such a decision; until the last moment, he couldn’t disregard his wife’s wish.

To him, his wife and child were his life!

Of course, if it came to an unavoidable decision, Xie Jingchen’s first choice would naturally be to save his wife.

It’s just, he feared that with this decision, his wife, feeling her body’s state, might have an even weaker will to live!

[Man, without the Spirit Lord here, Tao Nu cannot be sure if the Spirit Lord can be saved. Please bring the Spirit Lord here as soon as possible, as soon as possible!]

As Tao Nu thought of the Spirit Lord in trouble, the Holy Peach Tree shook more violently, and the pink and white petals scattered further and further...

However, Yan Jinsu was too far from its main body. And it, merely a Tree Spirit of low ranking, couldn’t move freely!

[Alright! I’ll immediately arrange it!] As long as there was a chance, Xie Jingchen would not give up.

Moreover, given his wife’s condition, he could only hope Tao Nu would be helpful in bringing her around!

[Quick, quick...]

Xie Jingchen wanted to convey something else but realized that the petal on his forehead had already drifted away with the wind, and the previously naive voice simultaneously vanished from his mind.

Meanwhile, the previously active Tao Nu Spiritual Body in Tanning Temple suddenly retracted.

Xie Jingchen became anxious: Did Tao Nu overuse its spiritual power?

With this thought, Xie Jingchen took out a Crystal Core from the Space Button, pretended to fish it out of his pocket, held it in his palm, and then made a gesture of stroking the Holy Peach Tree, pressing the Crystal Core against the trunk—

Instantly, the gluttonous Tao Nu absorbed the Crystal Core into the trunk as if nothing happened.

"Samurai?" Xie Jingchen glanced at them disdainfully, his eyes passing indifferently over the only black-clad man in front, and he looked around with scorn, mocking at the man’s back:

"Come out now, I want to see how remarkable your Hermit is! Oh right, don’t bring your national treasures here to China, you despicable mixed breeds."

To the Chinese, such national treasures of the other side were nothing but petty tricks.

As he spoke, Xie Jingchen took a branch from a tree close behind him about the thickness of his arm and about one meter and sixty-seven centimeters long.

While talking, he also snapped off the knots of the branch, turning it into a handy wooden stick.

It wasn’t that Xie Jingchen wanted to discuss fairness and justice with the petty.

He chose not to use firearms against his enemies because he wanted to crush their confidence in the area they were most proud of!

Samurai? Hermits?

Hmph, he, Xie Jingchen, would like to see just how impressive they were!

"Courting death!" The first black-clad figure to appear, wearing a Evil Ghost Mask, heard Xie Jingchen’s disdainful words, and immediately cried out sternly, then he moved.

Knowing that Xie Jingchen was aware of their presence, the man seemed unsurprised. He simply raised his saber, holding it across his chest contemptuously as he looked at the wooden stick in Xie Jingchen’s hand, and with a shout, he charged at Xie Jingchen—

Xie Jingchen was unafraid, nimbly sidestepping. His long legs powered a leap into the air as he raised his wooden stick, his lips pursed with effort, his sharp tiger-like eyes half-closed, he struck down with all his might.

Xie Jingchen’s move not only evaded the horizontal thrust of the Evil Ghost Mask but also allowed for an agile counterattack.

Regrettably, the figure in the Evil Ghost Mask was not inexperienced, and managed to agilely dodge Xie Jingchen’s thunderous strike. He spun around with a direct stab, his force strong as if carrying thousands of pounds, creating a piercing whistling sound—