However, Feng Songyuan didn't give him a chance to think about it: "Wen Jiang, don't forget your identity!"
Wen Jiang's figure suddenly trembled.
Why do people in the Shura world trust him? The moment he agreed to be a spiritual traitor, Feng Songyuan fed him a pill. If he dared to betray him, he would be poisoned and die instantly!
Thinking of this, Wen Jiang wanted to cry even more.
In the end, he had no choice but to run to the strong mummy with all his might.
The closer Wen Jiang got to this strong mummy, the more he was so smoked that he almost fainted.
Wen Jiang ran to the feet of the strong mummy very carefully and with great difficulty.
In the process, he was sadly swept away by the aftermath of the battle. His body was covered with injuries and he looked extremely embarrassed.
But in the end, he finally reached the footsteps of the strong mummy after all the hard work.
The mummy was as high as two stories high, and when Wen Jiang was standing, it only reached his calf, so Wen Jiang didn't need to think about the shroud covering the previous part of his calf.
So, he set his sights on the strong mummy's calf.
But at this moment, another wave of aftermath hit, and the mummy took two steps back, almost trampling Wen Jiang to death.
However, although he was not trampled to death, Wen Jiang was knocked down.
Wen Jiang's head hit the ground hard, and his eyesight was dark for a long time.
The strong mummy didn't look at him in the eyes.
Wen Jiang, who had fallen down, did not dare to stand up at all. He saw the mummy's feet... and the foot wraps on them.
It would be good to have foot wraps... right?
Wen Jiang secretly took out a dagger and cut open the foot wrap.
Layer after layer is opened...
The smell of a shroud is already strong, let alone a foot wrap. The smell is just... Wen Jiang knows that he will never forget this special smell in his life.
Finally, Wen Jiang completed this task in fear. He crawled on the ground for a distance with a pile of foot wraps in his arms, then quickly stood up and ran forward.
However, he had only run a few steps when he suddenly fell to the ground, leaving a bloody hole in his forehead. He struggled to get up, but found that he had no strength left in his body.
Feng Songyuan's heart suddenly went cold when he saw Wen Jiang like this.
He glared at Su Luo angrily: "You lied to us!"
Su Luo looked at Wen Jiang's embarrassed appearance as he stood up and fell down again, with a half-smile but not a smile: "I didn't lie to you."
"Then how could he do this!" Feng Songyuan pointed at Wen Jiang.
Su Luo spread her hands innocently: "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Although the mummy has a shroud that can resist toxins, the closer you are to the mummy, the stronger the toxins emitted from his body. With the herbs I gave you before,
Juice, people with good physiques like you can still hold it, but those with weak physiques like Wen Jiang will probably have a hard time holding it."
At this moment, Wen Jiang was tearing Su Luo's heart apart!
What does it mean to be difficult to hold on? Is it okay to not be able to hold on at all?
On purpose! She designed all this on purpose!
Knowing that his physique could not withstand such strong poison, she still planned to get the shroud by herself!
"Su Luo, you want me to die!" Wen Jiang roared hoarsely.
Faced with such an accusation, Su Luo's lips curved slightly: "Yes, I just want you to die. Do you understand now?"
Such calmness, such naturalness, such lack of scruples, such confidence.
But unfortunately, everyone has nothing to do with this royal alchemist who can detoxify.
Lying on the ground, Wen Jiang felt a sense of despair that he was about to die.