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The first thousand nine hundred and eighth chapter poison plate

"Is this what is used to test for poison?" Xiao Chong glanced at the wooden box and asked subconsciously.

After Wu Jun smiled and nodded, he opened the wooden box without any hesitation.

What caught everyone's attention was a bronze vessel similar to a compass. However, what was engraved on this bronze vessel similar to a compass were not the heavenly stems and the earthly branches, but crooked handwriting that no one in Zhang Fan could recognize.

"Is this... is this ancient Miao literature?" Xiao Ning asked tentatively.

Hearing Xiao Ning's words, Wu Jun's eyes lit up and he said: "Hey, that's good. I didn't expect that the little girl can also recognize ancient Miao script."

"We Miao people have not developed a systematic writing, but there are still some writings." Wu Jun continued.

"I know that your Feng Shui lineage has a compass." Wu Jun glanced at Duan Linlin, "Our ancestors imitated the compass skillfully and created this poison identification plate. Just drop the blood of the poisoned person on the front of the poison identification plate.

Located in the center, this poison identification plate can identify the poison that caused the death of the deceased."

"This thing is very clever." Zhang Fan praised.

Wu Jun chuckled.

"This poison identification plate is divided into three layers: inner, middle and outer. Each layer has eight ancient Miao characters, and the shape of each character is different. According to the calculation method of permutation and combination, there are 512 possibilities...

" Zhang Fan said, but before Zhang Fan could finish his words, Wu Jun interrupted, "Mr. Zhang is right! Our Miao people have 512 kinds of poisons, but some of the methods of making poisons have not been passed down.

Come on, take me as an example, I can only configure a variety of poisons."

Wujun's face was filled with nothing but shame and regret.

What Wu Jun said was exactly what Zhang Fan wanted to ask. The "Secret Method of One Hundred Gu" in Zhang Fan's hand only recorded more than 200 ways to configure the poisons. Zhang Fan had always thought that the "Secret Method of One Hundred Gu" before

"What is recorded in the book is all the poisons of the Miao people, but it seems that this is not the case now.

"Then you start." Zhang Fan said to Wu Jun.

"Okay!" Wu Jun nodded in response, and then saw him dripping the blood from the small porcelain bottle into the center of the poison identification tray.

The moment the blood came into contact with the poison identification plate, there was a "click" sound of mechanical startup in the poison identification plate, and immediately after, the three circles of text inside, middle, and outside were seen rotating rapidly.

"This reaction mechanism is the same as that of a compass." Duan Linlin said with some surprise.

As soon as Duan Linlin finished speaking, the drop of blood in the center of the poison identification plate suddenly spread out and flowed into the gaps between the words on the poison identification plate.

At the moment when the blood completely filled all the gaps in the poison identification plate, the three circles of characters on the poison identification plate doubled in speed. As time went by, the blood in the gaps in the poison identification plate became more and more

A few, and finally disappeared completely, all the blood was absorbed by the poison identification plate.

At this moment, after three crisp sounds of "ka ka ka", the Hmong characters on the poison identification disk stopped rotating and came to a complete halt.

Zhang Fan and others subconsciously took a step closer to Wu Jun, and their eyes fell directly on the poison identification plate.

"Are these red characters the poison contained in the blood?" Xiao Chong asked.

"Yes." Wu Jun replied, "Mr. Zhang

, what I just said is correct, the blood does not only contain one kind of poison, but judging from the results of the poison identification plate, it is two kinds of poison."

Each of the three circles of ancient Miao characters on the poison identification plate has two red characters, and every three characters on the inside, middle and outside are arranged in a row.

"What kind of poison are these?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Mali'er Gu and Golden Silkworm Gu." Wu Jun replied.

At this moment, Xiao Chong said doubtfully: "Clan Chief Wu, this is wrong. There are 4 characters for Ma Li'er Gu, but each vertical column on your poison identification plate only has three characters, and there are,

If the outermost circle of your poison identification plate is filled with the word 'Gu', why are they all different?"

Hearing what Xiao Chong said, Wu Jun smiled dumbly and said, "Mr. Xiao, you are right. There are only three characters in each vertical column on the poison identification disk, but the characters in the outermost circle are not Gu."

The word 'gu' is just a common character of our Miao people. The word 'gu' I just mentioned was added by me myself.

In addition, the Ma Li'er Gu I just mentioned, there are only three words Ma Li'er on this poison identification plate, and the Golden Silkworm Gu I mentioned is these three characters 'Qiao Jin Chan'."

Hearing Wu Jun's explanation, a sudden realization appeared on Xiao Chong's face, "So that's what happened..."

"I've heard of this Golden Silkworm Gu. What kind of Gu is this Mother's Gu?" Zhang Fan asked. Not only had Zhang Fan heard of it, but he also knew how to prepare this kind of poison.

"This mother's voodoo is actually a dragonfly voodoo. The configuration method is simpler than that of the golden silkworm voodoo. The name may seem weird, but it's actually due to the dialect." Wu Jun explained.

"So that's what happened. People who were poisoned by the golden silkworm Gu suffered from chest and abdominal pain, swollen abdomen like an urn, and died of bleeding from the seven holes. People who were poisoned by the dragonfly Gu had their bodies fester and die." Zhang Fan continued.

"I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to have such in-depth research on poisonous poisons." Wu Jun said.

"What is the ratio of these two poisons to cause the deceased to have those symptoms before death?" Zhang Fan murmured to himself thoughtfully.

Wu Jun glanced at Zhang Fan, also looking puzzled.

"Don't think about it for now. Let's wait until the little boy wakes up and ask what's going on. You guys can talk, I'll go to the house to practice for a while." Zhang Fan really couldn't think of a reason and looked at everyone.

Instead of wandering around here without any direction, it is better to practice hard and improve your own strength.

After saying this, Zhang Fan went directly to the guest room and began to meditate. Zhang Fan did not stop until 6:00 pm. If Duan Linlin hadn't asked him to eat, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

The meal prepared by Chief Wujun for Zhang Fan and the others today was wild boar meat and pancakes. After Zhang Fan took two bites, he asked: "Clan Chief Wu, is the little boy awake?"

"I went there once at 4:30 and 5:30 in the afternoon. The child didn't wake up and was still sleeping. The child's parents were a little worried. Let me ask you, why didn't the child wake up? I blocked it for you and told

They, the reason why the child cannot wake up is because the child has not rested yet." Wu Jun said, "And I also told them that once the child wakes up, they should come over and tell them immediately."

Zhang Fan nodded, and then said: "Let's go over and have a look after dinner..."

Everyone nodded.

But at this moment, a voice came from outside the door again, "The patriarch...the patriarch...my son is awake! My son is awake!"

This man's voice was full of excitement!

(End of chapter)


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