Still the same problem, He Xianghong is not confident that he can survive as a criminal soldier. He is a warrior, and it is harder to get along than a criminal soldier who is an ordinary person. For ordinary people to join the army, 90% will die and 10% will survive. But he
Such a warrior is 90% likely to die. Because he is a warrior, he will be assigned more dangerous tasks when facing the demon clan.
He Xianghong knew this very well, so even if the way out was to be a slave without dignity, he didn't care. After all, he could survive. Only by surviving would there be other possibilities.
As for the "poison" that Zhang Yan took out, although He Xianghong was very worried, he still had no choice. What is "life is worse than death"? These four words cannot be understood by just listening to the ears. Even He Xianghong said
The severe pain in his arm during that period can be regarded as worse than death in the eyes of many people, but didn't He Xianghong grit his teeth and endure it?
So there is some conflict, but not too much.
He stretched out his hand and picked up the colorful poison pill from Zhang Yan's palm. When he got closer, he smelled an unpleasant and nauseating odor. He Xianghong frowned instantly.
Zhang Yan looked at He Xianghong expressionlessly and did not urge him.
An evil person. This is the person Zhang Yan needs. But to make good use of this kind of evil person, the evil person must be "sharpened" well. It's like a poison-quenched knife. If you want to use it, you have to look at it on the one hand.
The problem is that you are not skilled enough to operate a knife. On the other hand, you need to prepare an antidote so that you can remedy the situation if you are injured by a knife.
"Cartilage" is the backup plan that Zhang Yan prepared for himself. A villain in the Kaiyuan Realm is not enough to satisfy his long-term vision. Even this backup plan has stages. It can be the backup plan now, but it will have to be replaced in the future.
It depends on Zhang Yan's own ability. At present, "Cartilage" is his best choice.
He Xianghong frowned, held his breath, threw the poison pill into his mouth, and then swallowed it directly.
Poison pills and elixirs originate from the same source. Although their properties are very different, they are also the same in many ways. For example, you do not need to digest them after swallowing them. They can quickly penetrate your body by themselves.
"ah!"
Less than ten breaths after swallowing the poison pill, He Xianghong fell to the ground and screamed. But the scream was only ten breaths later before it got stuck in his neck. It wasn't that the pain was gone, but it was too much.
The pain was so great that I couldn't even scream, I could only open my mouth wide and let out a tremor of "cough, cough, cough" in my throat.
Tears, snot, saliva and even feces and urine all flowed out uncontrollably. He Xianghong's whole body looked distorted beyond human shape. Maybe if he was given a choice now, he would choose to die without hesitation.
In fact, at this point, Zhang Yan could give He Xianghong another poison pill to relieve the other party's pain. And He Xianghong's helpless eyes were also filled with such eager longing. But Zhang Yan remained unmoved.
Evil people have their own trials and tribulations. At this time, Zhang Yan is the evil person in front of evil people, and he must give him a hard time no matter what.
After waiting for a full stick of incense, Zhang Yan poured out a poison pill from a small white porcelain bottle, and then flicked it into He Xianghong's open mouth with a flick of his finger.
Just like when He Xianghong took the first poisonous pill, the effects of the second poisonous pill appeared quickly in less than ten breaths. The feeling of agony also dissipated.
"Huhuhu..."
Only at this moment did He Xianghong seem to be able to breathe heavily. Before, he could only feel the pain that was more terrible than death as if his breath was as thin as a thread when he was about to die.
"This is "cartilage". Maybe you don't understand it now. When the effect of this poison pill loses its ability to suppress the outbreak again in a month, you will understand that it can turn steel into soft fingers. This is also the origin of its name.
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As soon as Zhang Yan finished speaking, He Xianghong, who had just taken a breath, knelt down again, kowtowed his head again and again, and shouted loudly, "I don't dare! I don't dare!"
Cartilage is specially prepared for hard bones. He Xianghong is not even a hard bone, it will only become softer.
"Okay, someone will teach you what to do later. Just do what you are told. Come find me after you get out."
"Slave understands!"
Zhang Yan nodded. At least on the surface, He Xianghong was submissive. He should be able to be completely tamed by beating him from time to time.
Two days later, He Xianghong appeared outside the Zhang family's door wearing a plain and simple outfit. He didn't even dare to knock on the door. He just stayed outside and waited for Zhang Yan to come out before running over and kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.
"Okay, follow me. From now on, you will be called Lao He. There is no other name. Do you understand?"
"Yes! From today on, this slave will be called "Lao He" and there is no other name besides this." He Xianghong responded, following Zhang Yan almost step by step.
Neither of them talked about what Zhou Cang did in the past two days to help He Xianghong fake his death and escape. Zhou Cang would explain the details to Zhang Yan himself. But it was not the time yet.
People who pay attention to Zhang Yan would find it somewhat strange that there is a slave next to him suddenly. Then they will naturally want to explore the origin of this person. But in the end, without exception, all aspects of the disguise were chosen.
Zuo didn't know. They all recognized the slave named "Lao He" next to Zhang Yan.
"Show your arm and let me see the broken one." Zhang Yan took advantage of the break in giving Zhou Yun a medicinal bath in the Jiangwu Academy and asked Lao He, who was standing in the corner, to show the broken arm.
Without hesitation, He Xianghong had not yet dissipated his fear from the feeling of "cartilage". When he heard Zhang Yan's voice, he immediately reflexively exposed the broken arm in the empty sleeve of his left hand. The broken arm was neatly broken.
At first glance, you can tell that it was cut off with a sharp weapon. It was cut off more than half of the upper arm, leaving a small section connected to the shoulder.
Zhang Yan looked at it, took out a piece of wood to use as a board, and with the energy in his hand like a knife or a saw, he chipped the piece of wood into the shape of an arm bit by bit, like cutting lard.
He Xianghong wanted to ask Zhang Yan what he was doing, but he didn't dare at all.
In fact, Zhang Yan has long been thinking about refining a magical weapon that can replace a severed limb. This is called "instrument limb" in the category of weapon refining, and it is not a very advanced thing. After all, the monks who use this thing are
The middle and lower classes who cannot afford the "Intermittent Pill" or some heterogeneous monks who pursue the transformation of physical magic weapons.
Intermittent Dan, this thing is too advanced. Nowadays, Zhang Yan, who is still a little short of the Pei Yuan Dan, wants to refine it. So he settles for the next best thing.
But after all, it is for human use. In many aspects, Zhang Yan cannot just keep his head down like refining other magic weapons. He needs the test subjects to give him feedback on the effect, and then continue to adjust.
It’s self-evident why Zhang Yan would think about this. He can’t let his eldest brother Zhang Shun sit in a wheelchair all the time, right? In the past, he had no ability and could only use a wheelchair to deal with it temporarily. Now that the craftsmanship of weapon refining has improved,
Moreover, his cultivation level has reached the state of Guishen and he can be called a "master of cultivation", so naturally he can no longer cope with the problem.