Chapter 8 Entering the Mountain
Meng Zhugang's eyes were out of focus, his hands and feet were tied behind his back and thrown aside, and his mouth was stuffed with cloth. He could only moan slightly in pain.
At this time, Fu Qingzhou had already detoxified him with the potion left by the Miao woman in the kitchen - he was really lucky, that thing was really an antidote.
The wound under his ribs was also bandaged, temporarily stopping the bleeding, but how could Fu Qingzhou give him a chance to breathe? After the blue spots on his face receded, Fu Qingzhou stuffed a pill into his mouth without hesitation.
"You, Wandu Mountain, are the ancestors of poisoners. My little poison will certainly not be able to do anything to you."
Fu Qingzhou smiled and took out a dozen more pills from his waist: "But if I take out a bunch of different poisons, how should you deal with them?"
Severely injured, body functions have been damaged again. Meng Zhugang, who was severely damaged by the "green-faced beast", was poured into more than a dozen poisons.
These are the poisons that Fu Qingzhou refined himself when dealing with charlatans, using the formula provided by Smoker - they are not as strong as the poison that poisoned the old Taoist priest before, but they are cheaper and easier to use. The ingredients are simple, and... the effect is random enough when mixed together.
At this time, Meng Zhugang's hands and feet kept twitching and his whole body was weak. He was even poisoned to the point that he temporarily lost his eyesight and ability to speak.
“Speaking of…”
Fu Qingzhou asked quietly while looking for the key: "Why don't you just teach me how to immobilize him through acupuncture? It should be possible, right?"
"Why should I teach you?" Smoker disdainfully Sneered: "So that you can quickly find a way to solve the curse?"
After that, its tone changed and asked curiously: "Speaking of which, are you not afraid of killing him if you mess around like this? "
"Just die."
Fu Qingzhou didn't take it seriously: "I just said that Wandu Mountain has a close relationship with the imperial court. If he died here, he would not be able to survive. It won’t take long for someone from the mountain to come to investigate, and I will be able to get on the line by then.”
"Although it will be more troublesome and you have to wait a few more days, there is always a way."
The Smoker snorted: "Actually, you don't need to be his enemy at all. It would be better to join forces with him."
"I will not associate with those who kill people for their own selfish interests." Fu Qingzhou said lightly.
The Smoker smiled disdainfully: "If you kill him, wouldn't you also be killing for personal gain?"
"I will not kill or hurt innocent people." Fu Qingzhou's mind did not waver at all: "I am too lazy to talk to him. You are debating scriptures. If you don’t want to help me, just shut up. Although I will not smash the stone heart, be careful that I will sink the stone into the manure pit for you.”
"You dare?!"
The smoker screamed, and then he really became quiet.
Fu Qingzhou finally found a moment of peace and began to search for the key seriously.
Finally, after touching a stick of incense, he noticed something that he had ignored before - it was a "wood block" piled in the firewood pile in the backyard. It looked like a six-piece wooden block. The strange raised pile looks a little weird, but if you look closely, you will find that there are several very fine splicing and wedging marks on the wooden block.
If you want to describe it, it is probably somewhat similar to the "Luban Lock" and "Kongming Lock" that he played with in his previous life. It must be twisted and pulled in a specific way and sequence to unlock it.
"The five numbers are three-two, five-eight, six-three, two-nine, and one-one. The one with the largest prefix is six. This 'wooden block' has exactly six heads, so what is the number of rotations corresponding to each different protrusion?"
“But how do I know which one is one and which one is six?”
But it is not difficult. After a little observation, Fu Qingzhou found that the number of wooden textures on different protrusions was The difference is that it corresponds to the numbers from one to six. This made it easy. He sat on the pony in the backyard and fiddled with the thing for less than a quarter of an hour before he found the pattern according to the code and unlocked it.
As the last mortise and tenon piece was staggered, a small brass key was revealed in the moonlight.
...
Before dawn, Fu Qingzhou took Meng Zhugang and left the small courtyard.
He carefully cleaned up the house and courtyard, removing all traces left by the two of them, and destroying all the poisonous smoke and poisonous arrow traps.
There may be some police officers coming next. If it is not cleaned up, someone may be injured or even die.
Meng Zhugang is worthy of being a disciple of Ten Thousand Poison Mountains. He was tortured by more than a dozen poisons for only two hours. When the sun dipped into the mountain peak, he had already survived.
Of course, in order to prevent him from escaping, Fu Qingzhou tied him into a big rice dumpling and beat his hands mercilessly to fractures.
"This place is still more than two hundred miles away from the Wandu Mountain Gate. The mountain road is rugged, so we may not be able to reach it today."
Meng Zhugang said feebly: "I am so seriously injured... can I give it to you? Can I have something to eat?”
At this time, Fu Qingzhou was riding an old horse, wandering in the mountains and forests - as for Meng Zhugang, he was led by a rope and followed the horse's butt. Walk behind.
Hearing this, he turned around and smiled: "Don't worry, if you are really about to die, I won't leave you alone, but you. In order to save energy and walk less distance, don't take me with you. It’s a circle.”
Meng Zhugang's abilities were far superior to his own, and only by starving him so that he couldn't even muster the strength to speak could he barely guarantee safety.
In this way, Fu Qingzhou had to carefully test for poison every time he took out dry food and water from the package.
The disciples of Ten Thousand Poison Mountains...who knows how many poisoning methods they have?
Be careful with your ten thousand year ship...
The road Meng Zhugang points to is all the way south from Lingxiang Town, deep into Shiwanda Mountain, and then over in the southwest direction An unknown rocky mountain. After going down the mountain, you can find a poisonous swamp nearby. As long as you pass through the swamp and then pass through a valley, you can see the villages on Wandu Mountain from a distance.
Fu Qingzhou was helpless when he heard this, but he had no choice. It was like this in ancient times. No one would build roads for you, and it was impossible to put road signs everywhere for you. In places like this in the mountains, the locals rely on some special landforms to guide you. Know the way.
From early morning until dusk, they managed to cross the rocky mountain. The old horse was not good at climbing the mountain, so he was let go by Fu Qingzhou halfway. He carried the dry food on his back and dragged the half-dead horse. Meng Zhugang.
After climbing over the rocky mountain, Meng Zhugang passed out from exhaustion. Fu Qingzhou walked around twice, but he didn't find the so-called swamp. He didn't dare to go far. Seeing the sky getting dark, A bonfire was set up on the spot.
Soon after, night fell.
In the Shiwanda Mountains, there is a truly inaccessible virgin forest. From time to time, wild animals will roar. Fu Qingzhou sprinkled the dry mountain tiger excrement that he had prepared around the temporary camp to prevent surprise attacks by wild beasts in the middle of the night. .
But at this moment, Meng Zhugang, whose face was pale and couldn't even lift his eyelids along the way, was gradually breathing longer and more vigorously.
He breathed the air in the mountains greedily, and the skin between his eyebrows twitched slightly, as if the air here was very different from the outside world.
Then, he slowly opened his eyes and stared at Fu Qingzhou, who was leaning against a tree not far away, eating dry food. His eyes became extremely sinister.
(End of this chapter)