Chapter 1748: The Effect of the Heart-Eating Insect
Murong Fu didn't know what Xue Muhua was thinking. He only said that he was afraid that the operation would kill Zhou Qi. This was normal. With the level of medical skills in this era, a small operation would lead to a narrow escape from death, let alone operating on the heart. Even if Hua
Tuo would not dare to play like this even when he was alive.
"Is there no way to force this insect out of Zhou Qi's body?" Murong Fu asked again.
Xue Muhua hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "Uncle Master, have you ever thought that even if there is a way to force the heart-eating worm out of the body, Miss Zhou's internal organs will be destroyed, so how can she still be alive?"
"So you just have to watch her fade away?"
Murong Fu suddenly felt a little unmotivated. Thinking about it carefully, the reason why he was attracted to Zhou Qi was entirely due to the possessiveness in his heart. Zhou Qi did have the capital worthy of his favor. In fact, there was not much affection between the two.
They are not very familiar with each other. To be able to reach this step today is the end of benevolence and justice. If you can't save him, you can only say that it is God's will and there is no way to save him.
For no reason, Zhou Qi's hearty and generous smile, carefree temperament, ridiculous brain circuits, and the reassuring words before coma came to mind, "It's you..."
"No! I patted my chest in front of Luo Bing and promised that I would definitely rescue Zhou Qi. I would rather break my promise to the world than to a beauty. I can't just give up. Even if God's will is so, I will still fight with God.
Let’s fight!”
Somehow, Murong Fu quickly cheered up again, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. His mind was running at high speed, thinking about various feasible strategies.
Just as he was thinking about it, he inadvertently raised his head and glanced, and suddenly noticed a look of struggle on Xue Muhua's face, vaguely mixed with a hint of guilt.
"Huh?" Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened, "Are you hiding something from me?"
Xue Muhua was startled, there was a moment of panic in his eyes, and then he returned to his natural state, "Why did Uncle Master say this?"
Murong Fu became more and more sure of his guess and couldn't help but said coldly, "I didn't expect you to be so dishonest. Let me ask you, has Zhou Qi's illness been cured?"
Xue Muhua knelt on the ground with a thud, "Disciple, I swear to God, there is really nothing I can do about Miss Zhou's illness. If I say anything false, I will be struck by lightning and I will not die a good death."
His words were sonorous and powerful, and he didn't sound like he was telling lies. However, Murong Fu was the ancestor of deceivers. He immediately found the flaw in his words and sneered, "Maybe you really can't save Zhou Qi, but you dare to say that you
Is there nothing you can hide from me?"
"This..." Xue Muhua trembled all over and broke into cold sweat instantly, "Disciple...disciple..."
"Humph!" Seeing this, Murong Fu still didn't understand that this guy actually hid something from him. He was annoyed and his thoughts quickly turned around. He carefully recalled the whole incident and vaguely guessed something, "You once said that the heart-eating insect
The refining process is extremely difficult and the techniques are extremely vicious, so why would anyone still refine it?"
It turned out that he remembered the mysterious offerings in Wu Sangui's army. There was no doubt that the Heart-Eating Worm came from this person, but with the opponent's high martial arts, why did it take so much trouble to kill a person? So he concluded that the Heart-Eating Worm was not someone's.
It has a special purpose, that is, it has some miraculous effects, and this is something Xue Muhua has never mentioned before, and he always vaguely mentions it every time he asks.
"Because...because..." Xue Muhua was trembling and hesitant to speak.
Murong Fu's face became even colder, "You still refuse to deal with the situation now. Do you want to experience the dilemma of life and death?"
When Xue Muhua heard the words "dilemma of life and death", he couldn't help but shudder. Others might not take it seriously when they heard such a threat, but he was different. He had witnessed the tragedy of the life and death talisman with his own eyes. That Ding Chunqiu was still imprisoned in the deaf-mute prison.
In the valley, once the antidote was delivered two days late. Ding Chunqiu was tortured to death and could hardly hold on anymore. It was he who tried to find a way to relieve Ding Chunqiu's pain.
"Please, I kowtow to you, I call you grandpa and ancestor, please give me a happy..."
Whenever he thought of Ding Chunqiu, covered in blood and flesh, kneeling in front of him and begging him to kill him, he would feel shuddering.
"It seems that you have chosen to taste the life and death talisman." Seeing that Xue Muhua was still reluctant to speak, Murong Fu spread his palms, and the water in the teacup flew out on its own, condensing into a thin ice flake in the palm of his hand, with red in it.
The blue light flickers uncertainly.
Xue Muhua came to his senses with a start and waved his hands hurriedly, "Uncle Master, farewell. I would like to recruit you, my disciple."
"I'm listening." Murong Fu said coldly, without any intention of dissipating his power.
Xue Muhua didn't hesitate anymore and said quickly, "According to ancient books, although the heart-eating insect is vicious and evil, it is a rare treasure in itself. It has the miraculous effect of prolonging life and tonifying the golden elixir."
"Prolong life and prolong life, the great tonic elixir?" Murong Fu was a little surprised when he heard this. He could understand the prolongation of life. This insect attaches to the heart and sucks the heart blood. It must be full of essence. It is normal to extend life. But what about the great tonic elixir?
Xue Muhua seemed to see his doubts and explained, "Uncle Master may not have thought that such a vicious thing was originally refined by Taoist priests. The so-called 'big golden elixir' should be to increase their Taoist cultivation.
But the matter of cultivating immortals is illusory, so the disciples think that the 'big golden elixir' is pure nonsense, but... it is quite possible that it can prolong life."
"No wonder..." Murong Fu suddenly realized that from ancient times to the present, many Taoist priests have gone to any lengths to achieve immortality. It is common to refine some strange things, some of which are good and some are bad.
A famous example is black fire medicine, one of the four great inventions.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. Xue Muhua's martial arts skills were low. He didn't know that he could form a golden elixir in his body even if he reached the realm of transformation. The "big tonic elixir" here may not necessarily refer to the Taoist monks' Taoist cultivation!
For a moment, Murong Fu had the urge to take out the heart-eating worm and try it immediately. After all, the soybean-sized "golden elixir" in his Dantian had not changed for a long time.
But he soon calmed down. Taking out the heart-eating worm now was tantamount to killing Zhou Qi with his own hands. He couldn't do such a dangerous thing yet, so he should think about how to save Zhou Qi first.
After understanding the effectiveness of the heart-eating worm, it was not difficult to guess Xue Muhua's intention. Murong Fu glared at him with disdain, "So you deliberately ignored him for your own selfish purposes?"
"No, no, no," Xue Muhua waved his hands repeatedly, "The disciple is indeed somewhat selfish, but he is really helpless to deal with Miss Zhou's condition. During this time, the disciple racked his brains and searched through medical books, but could not find anything that would not harm Miss Zhou's life.
How to take out the heart-eating worm."
"Is this really true?" Murong Fu still didn't believe it.
Xue Muhua opened his mouth, and finally sighed, "This disciple had the courage to deceive the master, the master, and he has broken the sect rules. I originally planned that Miss Zhou would confess to the master and apologize as soon as the incident happened, but I didn't expect that the master would find out in advance.
Now that I know that I can't escape my guilt, how can I do that deceitful thing again?"
Murong Fu sneered when he heard this, "You just admitted that you coveted the life-prolonging effect of Heart-Eating Insects. Now you said that you plan to confess to me later. Isn't it contradictory? Or do you think I won't kill you after knowing the truth?"
Unexpectedly, Xue Muhua was silent for a moment, and then said something that moved Murong Fu quite a bit, "My disciple, the heart-eating worm is not for himself, but for his master."
A trace of surprise flashed across Murong Fu's face, "Su Xinghe?"
Xue Muhua nodded, "My master was harmed by Ding Chunqiu in his life, and he never enjoyed any blessings in his life. Thanks to the great kindness of his uncle, the master, he was able to clean up his family, restore his true self, and have the opportunity to live a long life. However, he has been suffering for many years.
He is suffering from hidden wounds and chronic diseases, his body is about to run out of vitality, and he doesn’t have much time left to live.”
Murong Fu saw that his words were sincere and did not seem to be false, and he also knew something about Su Xinghe's situation. Although this person had deep skills, he was actually distracted by too many things when he was young, and his foundation was not solid. In addition, the old injuries over the years were difficult to heal, and his body was damaged.
The function has been almost exhausted for a long time, which is why he dared to completely let Su Xinghe open the door to teach disciples and vigorously develop the Xiaoyao Sect.
It sounds a bit mean-spirited, but Su Xinghe is by no means a loyal and kind-hearted person. If it weren't for his limited qualifications, it would be his turn to take advantage of Murong Fu as the head of the Xiaoyao Sect.
"Okay, I believe your words for now," Murong Fu's face softened slightly, but he didn't mention anything about Su Xinghe and said instead, "Since you know so much about the heart-eating worm, you also know its habits clearly.
Let me ask you, is there any way to force or lure this insect out of Zhou Qi's heart?"
Xue Muhua was stunned for a moment, "Yes, yes, but once the heart ruptures, Miss Zhou..."
Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu interrupted, "Don't worry about whether the heart is broken or not. Tell me first, how to induce it to come out?"
He had probed Zhou Qi's heart veins countless times, but he could not even sense the specific location of the Heart-Eating Insect. It must be said that this insect was really good at concealing its aura.
"Use wine." Xue Muhua spat out two words, and then talked eloquently, "Heart-eating insects like to sleep with wine, especially old wine, which has a strong attraction to them, but this heart-eating insect in Miss Zhou's body
The heartworm is about to evolve to a mature stage, and it will take at least thirty years of good wine to seduce it."
"Although there are few wines that have been stored for thirty years, it is not difficult to find..." Murong Fu murmured, and his thoughts began to spin rapidly.
"It's not that I haven't thought of this method. Unfortunately, Ms. Zhou's medicine is ineffective now. Even if the wine is forcibly injected into her body, it will only cause the heart-eating insects to scurry around in her body and eat her internal organs. The same is true for Ms. Zhou.
I can't survive," Xue Muhua said.
"I can protect her internal organs with my true energy."
"No, the Heart-Eating Insect can devour the inner energy of the true energy, but it cannot be protected."
"What about changing hearts?"
"Uncle Master, do you mean to give Miss Zhou a new heart?"
"Yes, just give her a new heart."
"..." Xue Muhua was speechless for a while, and then quietly reminded her after a long while, "Regardless of whether the method of heart-changing is possible, Miss Zhou Zhou's time is running out, where can I find a suitable heart to change for her?"
Murong Fu was immediately doused with cold water. In order to exchange some blood for Guo Jing, he had to search for several days in the huge city of Xiangyang before he could find a person with a matching blood type. Now, in Lanling Mountain, there are only about 100,000 troops.
The hope is really slim, and the technology of heart transplantation will not be easy even in later generations, let alone the level of medical skills in this era.