Trust cannot be established in one or two days, and what Zhang Wu lacks the least is time.
I would talk to Wei Guang for a while if I have something to do. Listen to this guy’s story of his heroic and righteousness, I should all relieve my worries and boredom.
Gradually, Zhang Wu got used to being a life of being a torture man.
Eat, sleep, go to punishment, practice, and have no disputes behind the law enforcement hall, and there is no dispute that endangers him for the time being.
On this day, Zhang Wu returned to the sect's sect's sect's malpractice.
The huge yard is filled with small medicine bottles of various colors, at least thousands of them.
The mileage of the side room is busy, filling the poison powder into small bottles. This job is very meticulous, and if you sprinkle it a little, you will have big trouble.
"You are..."
Zhang Wu looked at the hundreds of porcelain jars covered with labels in the room, a little dazzled and surprised.
"Brother Wu, you are back."
Cheng Gou wiped his hands with a veil, carefully sealed the small black bottle as big as a thumb, and then said with a smile:
"These are the latest development results of the pharmacists in Heilongtai, various fantastic poisons, and upgraded versions of the medicine bottles. They are several times stronger than those you use now, as strong as a great master, if you are not careful
If you get hit, you will die.”
“…”
Zhang Wu was shocked and couldn't speak, only two words flashed through his mind—
Niu Biography!
The wisdom of sentient beings is infinite, and the terror of large forces is beyond the ability of personal power.
No matter how amazing you are and how talented you are, no matter how talented you are, you will never be able to develop so many poisons without decades.
Even if it is developed, it will not be enough to collect these poisons for a hundred years.
Others gathered hundreds of pharmacists, including many top experts, and tens of thousands of people were spraying medicine and collecting medicine everywhere. You would be so tired that you would not be able to catch up with others.
"My sixth uncle."
Zhang Wu sighed in his heart. Heilongtai and Shadow Guard were both precious treasures left by Uncle Six, and were more precious than any magical secret book.
With a continuous stream of thousands of years of spiritual medicines and various epoch-making poison products in front of you, you can master these things, as long as you have a good brain, ordinary people can also kill the best.
Cheng Gou took out a booklet that recorded the characteristics, colors and effects of various poisons.
Zhang Wu squatted on the ground and began to study the porcelain bottles one by one.
Cheng Gou chatted while busy:
"Brother Wu, I heard that there have been major changes in the Kui Mo Sect recently."
“What changes?”
"I heard from the disciples of the next jail. A few days ago, the Sect Master Kui Mo came out of seclusion. Despite the opposition of the elders and the masters of the various gods, he insisted on letting his nephew Chen Hongyue be the deputy Sect Master and take charge of the affairs of the sect on his behalf. I heard that Chen Hongyue is not Kui.
A disciple of the Demon Sect, an outsider who wants to take over such a huge sect, may not be able to live in peace.”
"Is Mr. Chen really the nephew of the leader of Kui Demon?"
Zhang Wu was stunned and subconsciously scratched his butt.
People should not behave like a person, and the sea water should not be measured. This old Taoist thief almost even himself was knocked down. It should be enough to deal with some tricks.
The more he stirred the water from the Kui Mo Sect, the more convenient it would be for him to get the benefits from the fire.
Sudden.
"Bang bang bang--"
Someone knocked on the door outside the yard.
Zhang Wu and Cheng Gou looked at each other, and they both showed a hint of doubt.
The two of them have no acquaintances and no friends in the Kui Mo Sect.
This door is not opened!
When people come to their homes, their first reaction is to calm down and pretend not to be at home.
Besides, the yard is filled with medicine bottles, so it is easy to be exposed when the door is opened, making it inconvenient for outsiders to see.
The person outside the door knocked for a while and had no choice but to shout helplessly:
"At Xia Kong Fan, is Senior Brother Meng at home?"
When he talked about the old Taoist, the old Taoist disciple came to him.
"Shh--"
Zhang Wu winked at Cheng Gou and signaled that he would ignore it.
Now that he transformed into Meng Beidou, he just wanted to stay quiet and quiet, no power struggle has anything to do with him.
He took the old Taoist fifty Tai Chi pills and more than ten thousand-year-old spiritual medicines, which was only enough for Zhang Wu to secretly help him when he was in danger.
Let Zhang Wu die, Lao Dao Dai walked to the front stage and rectified Zong Ji, so he didn't even think about it.
Seeing that Kong Fan had reported his name, no one responded, so he had to shake his sleeves and leave with a dark face.
...
Two days later, Zhang Wu returned to the execution room with a food box.
Wei Guang on the punishment rack immediately shouted:
"Where have you died in the past two days? I've starved to death."
These days, Wei Daxia's appetite has been raised, and he is not satisfied with drinking porridge and eating vegetables, and has to be accompanied by fine wine.
If it weren't for the female disciples of Kui Mo Sect, and the rouge powder at the foot of the mountain could not go up the mountain casually, I would have wanted to do some fun work.
Drinking the strongest wine and sleeping the most is the common problem and wish of almost every hero in the world.
A few days ago, I learned that Meng Beidou was still a junior brother. Wei Guang looked disdainful and just cursed that you should be chopped up your thigh-tight thing. What's the use of keeping it? Why not practice the self-guilt method?
Zhang Wu put down the food box, skillfully untied the thick cable chain, and put Wei Guang down from the punishment rack.
Wei Daxia did not say anything, opened the food box and ate it with his dirty hands.
Zhang Wu took out the wine pot and poured a glass for the other party. The wine was fragrant and mellow.
"I have bought you all my monthly salary. I can't afford the expensive ones, and I'll just drink the cheapest ones."
Wei Guang's throat twitched, and he drank the wine in one go. The hot smell made him feel comfortable all over.
"happy!"
Zhang Wu then asked in confusion:
"There are many people who have been trying to attack you in prison. Have you ever sent you good wine?"
"Of course I've given it."
Wei Guang said in a cold voice:
"Do you think I'll drink all the wine?"
"Although I, Wei Guang, is not a big shot, I also hold my own identity. I don't drink wine from a fucking man, corrupt officials, and unrighteous wine."
"Anyway, I don't like it. You knocked off my mouth and teeth. I can't take this glass of wine!"
"Enough seed!"
Zhang Wu gave a thumbs up and gave the other party a full wine.
After the meal, Wei Guang drank red and asked slightly drunk:
"I think you are less than forty years old?"
Zhang Wu nodded and replied:
“Thirty-seven.”
The real Meng Beidou is this age.
Disguise, bone shrinkage, and wearing old clothes in the past is easy, but it is very difficult to become young. Only by wearing a human skin mask can you cover up the subtle wrinkles and traces of time on your face.
Fortunately, Zhang Wu is young, so as long as he doesn't let him pretend to be a kid of a few years old, there is basically no problem.
"Time is not forgiving people, it's good to be young."
Wei Guang sighed and suddenly asked seriously:
"If you add another magical skill, are you sure to become a master?"
Zhang Wu said calmly:
"I am very sure without your magical skills."
"..." Wei Guang.
After a while, I felt embarrassed and asked with a sneer:
"Where do you get the confidence?"
Zhang Wu did not explain, but just used a little bit of his skill, and his skin suddenly turned bronze, his muscles suddenly burst, his body was raised, and he became burly and domineering, like a cast of steel and iron, with a terrifying aura coming to his face.
"This is the Indestructible Divine Art."
After talking, Zhang Wu's aura changed, and his body was still tall and magnificent. It seemed to carry the power of lightning and thunder. However, the aura spread out, which made Wei Guang's heart paralyzed, as if he was struck by lightning.
"This is the golden body of the demon subduing."
Zhang Wu's nails were shaking like a cicada's wing. When he cut the skin on the back of his hand, a blood mark appeared, and the scab that could be seen almost visible to the naked eye was restored.
Wei Guang was as stupid as a wooden chicken and murmured in disbelief:
"Immortal Golden Body?"
With the three great body protection skills in hand, his dragon-subduing and monument-hitting hand... is weak!