Zhang Xinyi shouted like this, and she saw that Pang Huasen, who was being slowly supported, was shaking all over, like chaff, foaming at the mouth, and black bristles began to emerge from his hands. "No, it's hit."
Corpse poison!" Zamao Xiaodao shouted, and Zhu Rui let go of Pang Huasen and took a few steps back, with a horrified look on his face: "What a powerful corpse poison, and it attacks so fast?
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Fortunately, as a Maoshan Taoist priest, he has the possibility to deal with zombies and corpse poisons all year round, so he always has something to restrain himself from. Zhu Rui dug his hand into the black Taoist robe and took out an ink fountain. He muttered something in his mouth and quickly took out the ink stick on it.
The black thread was dipped in some special ink and then tied to Pang Huasen's hands.
After he finished, he bit his middle finger and dripped blood on Pang Huasen's forehead while shouting loudly: "Old Pang, Old Pang, are you still conscious?"
Pang Huasen responded weakly, saying it was so cold and felt like he was about to fall asleep...
He said it was cold, but looking at his red face, it was frighteningly hot. Hearing this, Zhu Rui became anxious and said goodbye. If you close your eyes now, it will be difficult to open them again.
- Xinyi, are there any early-ripening glutinous rice grains? Give them to me quickly? Zhu Rui ordered, Zhang Xinyi, who was carrying a small bag, had already dug out a bag of glutinous rice. This is a common thing for traveling, she said in her mouth
Using the anti-epidemic spell, the hand gesture was evenly sprinkled on Pang Huasen's face. When the white grains of rice touched Pang Huasen's face and fell to the ground, they were already dark and smoking.
Most of the bag of glutinous rice was sprinkled on Pang Huasen's face, but it had no effect at all. He was still very hot, his face was red, his hair was bent and there was a stinky smell, and his body was shaking.
The amplitude became larger and larger, and the body seemed to be stiff, making a thumping sound.
Zamao Xiaodao stood up and went through the whole incident in his mind. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "No, Senior Brother Pang was infected by that squirrel!" After he finished speaking, he unpacked the package he was carrying.
When I opened it, I saw a fat squirrel with sparse hair wrapped inside. Although it was odorless and tasteless, it was already bloody and fleshy, and fat maggots had grown on it. Zamao Xiaodao frowned and carefully put the thing away.
On the ground, he turned around and asked me, "Small poison, what on earth is this? How can it be hidden from me?"
When I saw this thing, I was shocked. Let's not talk about anything else. I asked him to stretch out his hands to show me, otherwise he would be poisoned by the corpse poison.
Zamao Xiaodao stretched out his hand. This guy didn't look very good, but his fingers were white and slender, just like his piano-playing hands. There was no stench from Pang Huasen's body. I don't know why this guy was so lucky.
I wasn't poisoned, but I didn't have time to think too much. I recalled the content of the section on witch doctors in "The Twelve Techniques of Suppressing the Mountains". I was about to step forward when I saw a roar from Pang Huasen's mouth, as if he had experienced the pain of childbirth.
The muscles were so stiff that all the black lines of the ink on Zhu Rui's hand were broken, and the jet-black hairy hand grabbed Zhang Xinyi.
Zhang Xinyi looked weak and docile, but she was worthy of being the sister-in-law of Xiao Yingyan's sister-in-law. Her skills were so strong that in a blink of an eye, she retreated ten feet away. However, although she backed away, she was anxious and shouted at us: "
Senior Brother Pang is suffering from corpse poison, if nothing can be done, he will be hopeless!"
She spoke sadly, but after Mo Dou was struggled away, Zhu Rui's hand was already on the sword at his waist.
However, he hesitated for a few seconds, but the sword still could not penetrate, because in front of him was his most familiar friend from the same sect. There were hundreds of disciples in the Maoshan Sect. How many people could become friends and close friends?
?After several rounds of fighting between the gods and humans, Zhu Rui's eyes suddenly turned red, and the man's tears welled up. He was about to grit his teeth and give his friend in front of him a good time, but a hand stopped him.
"Wait a minute!" I said, while stopping Zhu Rui and Zhang Xinyi, I clapped my hands and shouted: "Little demon, come out, stop hiding!"
A white light flashed, and the little demon appeared on cat steps. With bleary eyes, he stretched and said dissatisfiedly: "This place is full of Taoist priests and nuns. Why did you call me out? What if I was killed by that blind guy?"
I fell in love with the idiot, are you responsible or am I responsible?"
Zhu Rui and Zhang Xinyi stared blankly at this little beauty appearing out of thin air, their eyes widened in surprise, while I urged her: "Work first, then talk nonsense!"
The little demon muttered: "Every time I only think about others when I'm working, it's too much, huh!" Although she didn't want to, but looking around, she already understood the general idea. As soon as she stretched out her hand, there was something on her sleeve.
He stretched out the enhanced version of the nine-tailed demon-binding rope and trapped the possessed Pang Huasen. With a plop, he fell to the ground, unable to move.
Pang Huasen fell here, and I had room to show off. I put my middle finger into my lips and bit it, not shying away from the black air that filled his body, mixed with blood, and touched his forehead.
Zhu Rui saw my action and yelled, I looked back at him and he explained anxiously: "Although the blood yang energy in the middle finger is sufficient, it cannot wake him up - he is poisoned and may be infected...
"I smiled casually and said it doesn't matter. It's the same blood from the middle finger, but my blood is a little more special. Let's see the effect. Zhu Rui didn't believe it, but the blood I dripped on Pang Huasen's forehead did not flow down.
Instead, it was quickly absorbed by his forehead. After a while, Pang Huasen's stiff gray skin began to warm up and regain some of its color.
Zhu Rui saw his friend walking around in front of the gate of hell and suddenly transformed back into a human form. He couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "What's going on?"
I wiped four blood stains on Pang Huasen's face with the blood that spilled from my middle finger, like the Indian, and then replied: "Speaking of which, this is not corpse poison, but a kind of poison, called zombie poison.
That's why it's so fast, and even the glutinous rice ink pipe has no effect..." Zamao Xiaodao heard me mention it and asked if it was the kind of living dead Gu insect we encountered in Qingshan Realm.
I nodded and said yes, it's just a variant. It was made from the corpses left in the ancient tomb. It was extremely powerful. I just happened to know it from my family background. It was just a mistake - if it was delayed for a while.
In just a moment, I was afraid that Lao Pang would turn into a bunch of insects and scatter in all directions.
These two Maoshan Taoist priests had never heard of witchcraft and thought it was just a minor skill. When they heard my description, they couldn't help but be speechless. Pang Huasen woke up while talking and asked quietly where he was? Zhu Rui looked at
After Lu Zuo woke up, he excitedly held his hand and said that you were confused and didn't know, but you didn't know that if it weren't for Lu Zuo, you would have entered the graveyard where we went during the day and become a pile of dead bones.
Hearing what Zhu Rui and Zhang Xinyi said, Pang Huasen felt that there were dangers in each. Thinking back to it, he shuddered. He held my hand and uttered words of thanks without words, while I frowned, thinking about the guy who sneaked into Maoshan.
He actually knows how to use Gu, the situation is really worrying...
While we were talking here, a black-robed disciple ran over from the front. The little demon didn't like strangers, especially Taoist priests, so he turned back to the locust tree sign, and the man came closer and walked towards me and Zai.
Mao Xiaodao cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Xiao, Master Lu, and Uncle Feng sent me here to ask what happened and why it has stopped moving forward."
Neither Zamao Xiaodao nor I knew this person, but Zhu Rui called him Pan Jiawei and explained what happened just now.
Pan Jiawei checked Pang Huasen's condition, nodded, and discussed with Zhu Rui and us, saying that since Uncle Pang was unwell and the situation was unpredictable, it would be better for Uncle Zhu Rui and Sister Zhang to escort him to the Zhenling Hall to rest, while Uncle Xiao and Jushi Lu
Then come with me and go to meet Elder Liu and all the uncles who are chasing the murderer?
Pan Jiawei's suggestion made us all a little dazed, but Zhu Rui heard the different meanings - although he and Zhang Xinyi were both top second-generation disciples, they could not play the role of masters at a certain level, and Pan Jiawei came this time.
It was just me and Zamao Xiaodao, and I wasn't really very enthusiastic about them, I just hoped they wouldn't be held back.
Of course, since the murderer was able to kill Elder Mao in front of the mountain gate without anyone noticing, and then quietly sneaked into the Zhenling Hall to injure Fu Jun, he was naturally an extremely powerful person who could not compete with someone like that.
It was actually a good thing that the two guys crossed paths. Pan Jiawei might have good intentions. So Zhu Rui nodded and agreed, he would escort Pang Huasen to the Zhenling Hall first, and let us be careful along the way.
After everything was settled here, black-robed Taoist Pan Jiawei respectfully invited Zamao Xiaodao and I to leave.
Since there was an arrangement, we didn't care about anything anymore. After explaining to Zhu Rui and Zhang Xinyi how to detoxify Pang Huasen and bury the little squirrels on the ground properly, we left with the black-robed Taoist priest.
As we boarded the journey again, we were traveling much faster. The black-robed Taoist priest Pan Jiawei was not very talkative, but just led the way, walking very fast. Zamao Xiaodao was worried about the situation ahead and asked the black-robed Taoist priest many questions.
, however, the guy also kept talking to each other, and when he asked too many questions, he said that he was just a small role running errands behind him. How did he know this? All he knew was that he was in a mess, running around, saying that Elder Liu was still dating that person.
Once I got started, I didn’t know whether I would win or lose, but I still ran away...
We walked quickly, and soon we reached the mountain trail where we had gone to meet Xiao Yingyan, the miscellaneous little girl. It was already midnight, the wind was strong in the mountain, and there were many insects. The miscellaneous man asked many questions about the trail, and the Taoist priest was a little unwilling to answer.
It feels strange to walk forward with your head down.
Zamao Xiaodao saw that this man had no idea what he was asking. He finally couldn't restrain his curiosity and stopped. He shouted to the black-robed Taoist priest in front of him: "Wait a minute, why didn't I find any trace of someone coming? What on earth is that?
what happened?"
Hearing Zamao Xiaodao's shouting, the black-robed Taoist priest suddenly turned his head, with a strange smile on his face: "Haha, I finally understood, but did you understand too late?"