"Don't worry, it's just a puppet pill, it can't kill anyone."
Zhou Yuniang sat down again and gently picked up the teacup with her slender fingers.
Puppet Pill?
As soon as you hear the name, you will know that this thing is not a good thing.
Sima Hongyi was furious and rushed forward: "Bitch, give me the antidote quickly, or I'll kill you!"
He wanted to pinch Zhou Yuniang's neck, but Zhou Yuniang lifted her foot and kicked her directly into the corner.
boom!
His back hit the wall hard, Sima Hongyi's face turned red in pain, and he curled up on the ground like a shrimp.
Zhou Yuniang took a sip of tea and said calmly: "I advise you not to do anything. With your cultivation level, even if I sit here and don't move, if you touch a corner of my clothes, I will lose."
"Damn it, you bitch, you are so brave. You dare to attack the prince, and you dare to poison the prince. Aren't you afraid of confiscating your home and exterminating your clan?"
Sima Hongyi sat up with difficulty and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
"Seize the family and exterminate the clan?"
Zhou Yuniang couldn't stop laughing: "Okay, okay, I only have one master master left in my family. Actually, I really want to see if your father dares to kill my master master?"
Sima Hongyi was stunned.
This was the first time he saw someone who could be so calm and even laugh after hearing about the confiscation of his family and the extermination of his clan.
Why does this crazy woman feel that she has no respect for the imperial power?
"Just laugh, bitch, you think you can control His Highness by poisoning me? Hahahaha, you don't know yet, in fact you have also been poisoned."
Sima Hongyi suddenly laughed.
He pointed to the teapot on the table: "This pot of tea was specially prepared by His Highness. It has been poisoned with March Autumn Leaves Powder. This poison must be suppressed by taking the antidote every three months, otherwise it will
Dry and die like autumn leaves.”
"Bitch, you'd better give the antidote to His Highness, otherwise you won't be able to get the antidote and you'll be dead in three months."
"Haha, he actually poisoned me from the beginning. It seems that His Highness said he wanted me to control the secret guard, but he just wanted an obedient puppet, right?"
There was no trace of panic on Zhou Yuniang's face.
"What a joke, the secret guard is so important. The person who controls it must be absolutely trusted by His Highness. So if you want to take charge of the secret guard, your life must be in the hands of His Highness."
Sima Hongyi's eyes were vicious, staring at Zhou Yuniang like a poisonous snake.
But Zhou Yuniang picked up the tea cup and drank it again, leaving Sima Hongyi stunned.
This woman already knew that the tea was poisonous, so why did she still drink it? Is she crazy?
"Using poison to control people is indeed a good method, but you don't know my medical skills. Do you think it will be useful to use poison on me?"
"This is not an ordinary poison, but one developed by Gui Jianchou. Who in the world doesn't know that Gui Jianchou is the best poison master in the world. Unless he is the legendary poison doctor, other people can't use his poison.
I can’t figure it out.”
"Ghost is worried? Has he also surrendered to you? It seems that the Thirteenth Prince really has some tricks, but it's a pity..."
Zhou Yuniang stood up, walked up to Sima Hongyi step by step, and said condescendingly: "Don't you always want to know who my master is?"
"Haha, now I can tell you that I have two masters, and Poison Doctor... happens to be my master."
"What?"
Sima Hongyi was completely stunned.
This woman is actually a disciple of the Poison Doctor?
Is God kidding me?
That poisonous doctor has always been a magic dragon, but no one else can find him despite all their efforts.
But why is Your Highness so small?
Gui Jianchou had come to find him, so why did he happen to meet Gui Jianchou's only nemesis?
…
Zhao Mu taught Sima Tongsheng and Mu Xinzhi the nameless Taoist scriptures for three months, and then returned to the Taoist Valley with the demon corpse.
At this time, there is only about half a year left before rejuvenation.
Regarding the demon corpse, Zhao Mu did not rush to study it, but just threw it into the valley and observed it secretly using the Sravaka Gu.
Three days later, there was no movement from the demon corpse!
Ten days later, still no response!
Two months later, the demon corpse was almost buried by weeds, but it still lay motionless.
It seems that it is indeed dead.
But Zhao Mu still ignored him and just sat cross-legged in the wooden house to practice every day, with no intention of going over to take a look.
This night.
The corpse of the demon, which had been lying in the grass for three months without any response, suddenly heard an unidentifiable voice.
"Damn it, that old guy in the wooden house, why hasn't he done anything after three months? Isn't he bringing this monster corpse back for research?"
"As long as he injects his true energy into the demon corpse, the poor monk can take the opportunity to invade his body and seize the body, and then the poor monk can be resurrected."
"But why, he never comes over? Could it be that he brought the demon corpse back and threw it here to eat dust?"
"Damn it, being exposed to the sun every day, the power of the Holy Sun will sooner or later completely wipe out the will of this poor monk."
"What should I do? Should I negotiate with him directly and trick him into finding a new body for the poor monk?"
"No, that old guy can tell at a glance that he is not a kind person. What if I contact you rashly and get plotted by him?"
"Hey, when have I, Huiguang, ever been so aggrieved? It's hateful!"
The voices inside the demon corpse gradually became calm, as if they had never appeared before.
The next day, early morning.
Zhao Mu, who had practiced all night, opened the door and walked out of the wooden house.
He scanned the valley and suddenly walked up to the demon corpse.
"Is this old guy finally going to study the demon corpse? Okay, okay, hurry up and pour the zhenqi into it, so that the poor monk can seize the corpse."
Huiguang couldn't wait any longer.
But Zhao Mu just picked up the demon corpse, threw it into the middle of the valley, and then returned to the wooden house.
"What do you mean, old guy? You came here just to throw it away. There's nothing left to do, right?"
Huiguang almost cursed her.
The previous location of the demon corpse was close to the west mountain of the valley. It could only get sunlight in the morning and noon every day, and it would be covered by the shade of the mountain in the afternoon.
But now Zhao Mu throws the demon corpse into the middle of the valley, so that it has to bask in the sun all day long.
This is equivalent to speeding up the speed at which Huiguang's consciousness is completely wiped out by one-third. How can Huiguang not scold her?
"Why do you feel that the old guy did it on purpose? Does he know that the poor monk is inside the demon corpse?"
"No, it's impossible. It's absolutely impossible for a warrior to detect the existence of a poor monk. It must be a coincidence."
"Yes, it must be a coincidence."
"Huh, old man, I don't believe you worked so hard to get the demon corpse back, and you just keep it there like this."
"You wait for the poor monk. Sooner or later, the poor monk will definitely take away your body."
Hui Guang's voice fell silent again.
But I waited and waited, and another three months passed.
Huiguang didn't wait until Zhao Mu studied the demon corpse, but this day he sensed that Zhao Mu suddenly left the valley.
Moreover, we have been away for three days and we don’t know where we went?
After staying for three days, the old man in his impression did not come back, but a young man appeared.
As soon as the young man entered the valley, he took a shovel and dug another grave next to the original two graves.
The young man put some clothes into the tomb, buried it and erected a stone tablet.
The stone tablet reads: Tomb of mentor Zhao Jinyan, disciple Chu Yingli!