Chapter 292 Undead Blood Gu
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Time goes back three days.
A burst of heartbreaking pain brought Ye Wujiu's thoughts back to reality. He hid in the dark room and looked at his left arm in the bronze mirror, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the figure behind him in the mirror.
"You?!"
Ye Wujiu subconsciously covered his left arm with clothes, his tone full of displeasure.
"When did you come in?"
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Ding Heran stood leaning against the wall with his arms folded. His entire face was hidden in the darkness and his expression could not be seen. All he could see was that his eyes were shining brightly.
"You are a quasi-A level gold and water magician, but you don't even know when I came in. It seems that you have lost at least 30% of your magic power."
He took a few steps closer to Ye Wujiu, who subconsciously protected his left arm and stepped back.
"You were injured, who did it?"
Ding Heran reached out and tried to pull off Ye Wujiu's clothes to check the wound, but he slapped his hand away.
"Small injuries are ignored."
"Small injury?"
Ding Heran twitched the corner of his mouth, and immediately stepped forward, with his left hand behind his back, and with his right hand, he struck the mountain-shaking palm directly towards Ye Wujiu's heart!
Ye Wujiu narrowly escaped by turning backwards. He also attached his left hand behind his back and made a cloud palm with his right hand. Using the method of "Peng Jin", he started from the dry position, with his hands high and his elbows low, palms facing inward and fingers pointing to the left. , his little arm was raised diagonally, deflecting Ding Heran's direct attack.
Then he moved his hand from Kun position to Kan position, twisted his wrist, grabbed Ding Heran's wrist and flipped it to counterattack, using the force of his attack to push him three feet away.
Ding Heran froze and squinted his eyes. He could clearly see that the clothes on Ye Wu Jiu's left arm were bleeding.
"Let's see how long you can last."
As he spoke, he stood up with a tap of his toes, and struck Ye Wujiu's face again with a Seven-Breaking Seven-Jue Palm!
But when he was more than ten feet away, he suddenly closed his palm and kicked out his right leg diagonally, blowing away the cold wind from his leg!
Ye Wujiu bent back to dodge, but Ding Heran seemed to have expected it, switching legs in the air, and swept his lower body with a tornado kick.
Ye Wujiu fell down at the sound and fell heavily on the bluestone floor in the room.
"Hmm!"
Although the right side of his body landed on the ground, his left arm seemed to be shaken by the impact. Although Ye Wu Jiu clenched his cheeks tightly, he still couldn't hold back a groan.
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"If it were normal, I would never be able to defeat you with these two moves."
Ding Heran stepped forward and helped Ye Wujiu up to sit down at the table. He grabbed the water bottle on the table and tried to pour him some water. When he opened it, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol, which was obviously high-purity liquor.
He frowned. In his impression, Ye Wu Jiu rarely drank alcohol. He was obviously injured and should not drink. Could it be that he was... relying on alcohol to numb the pain?
"Old Ye, what are you hiding?"
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Ye Wujiu picked up a tea cup filled with white wine and drank it all in one gulp.
After thinking for a moment, he opened his clothes and exposed the wound on his left arm.
Ding Heran had a bad feeling for some reason. The light in the room was dim. He took a candle and took a closer look.
I saw that the wound was growing slowly on its own, and there seemed to be lava squirming like insects inside, which was extremely disgusting and weird.
"You..."
Ding Heran's eyes were full of surprise.
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Looking back, his eyes changed. To be precise, the owner of the eyes and the surrounding environment had changed - he was no longer in Ye Wujiu's room, but in the Sichen Mansion's meeting hall.
After carefully observing the wound, Man Tianfei raised his head and looked at Ye Wu Jiu, who looked ashamed and did not dare to look directly into his eyes.
"This is what happened the night before. I originally wanted to report it yesterday, but I heard that your lord... didn't reply to Feng Mansion all night. I thought there was something more important, so I didn't interrupt rashly."
Ding Heran's words were like poking Mo Tingfeng's spine. Thinking of the "unbearable" scene with Qin Xueying last night, he could only cover his mouth and cough lightly to hide his embarrassment.
"Heran, this situation should be reported as soon as possible."
"No blame, you are confused!"
Mo Tingfeng took a step back, kneaded the magic with his fingertips, and recited the Fudo Ming King's curse that he learned from the outside world hundreds of years ago. This curse can cure the harm caused by witchcraft and curses:
"Mosiddhisiddhisuddhisuddhi, Siddikala, Raya Kuyan, Sammomosili, Ajammasidhi, Sabhaha."
(namoxidixidisuxidi, xidiqiela, layejuyan, sanmomoxili, eshemoxili, suopohe)
As Mo Tingfeng's mana continued to be injected into Ye Wujiu's left arm through the magic subduing spell, the creeping lava under the wound gradually stopped, and the tendency of the wound to collapse and spread was also significantly reduced.
After half a stick of incense, Mo Tingfeng withdrew his magic power and asked Ding Heran to help him sit down. He went to the cupboard to find out the "Tai Shang Five Gu Pills" that Zhuang Yuheng had made in his early years and gave it to Ye Wujiu, and asked him to take it immediately. Take one pill with wine.
"This medicine becomes more powerful as it gets older, and it can be regarded as a blessing without blame."
"The paper attached to the bottle has specific usage instructions. No problem, you must take it according to the dose."
Ding Heran opened a very small piece of paper that was stacked with the medicine bottle, and looked at each other shoulder to shoulder with Ye Wujiu. He saw a few lines of words written on it, which were obviously Zhuang Yuheng's handwriting.
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The prescription for Taishang Wugu Pills is taken from the "Shengji Zonglu", which was compiled by Emperor Zhao Ji of the Song Dynasty and collected famous doctors from all over the country and kept it in the imperial palace.
In the hometown of southern Guangdong, there are many animals and insects, so the prescriptions for treating poisonous insects mostly use Yang medicine.
For example, Taishang Wu Gu Pills first take the pure yang essence of realgar, combined with aconite and peppercorns to remove the yin poison; use the strong croton, mango grass, podophyllum, daphne, hellebore, and alum stone to break the hard accumulation and cure the gu poison. It is salty; otter liver, centipede, and cantharides are specially designed to kill dead bodies and scabies; Zhenzhu Zhenli Fang Zhenhuo has the power to destroy hundreds of evil spirits in the five internal organs, and is the first among the five poisons.
The patient should take ten pills with food and drink first, and seal the remainder to prevent the medicine from leaking out. Ten pills are one dose. If the disease does not end, add another pill the day after. The patient will have diarrhea and the disease will subside in seven days.
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"Thank you, sir. I will remember it."
Ye Wujiu carefully put the medicine bottle and paper note into his inner pocket.
At this moment, he felt much refreshed, and his face and spirit had also recovered a lot - his energy gradually recovered, and his brain came back. It was really stupid and absurd to think about the fact that he deliberately concealed the fact that he had met the Necromancer and was injured in the fight with him.
Mo Tingfeng carefully inspected Ye Wujiu's wounds again, thought for a moment, and then ordered someone to call the doctor from the Chinese Medicine Clinic.
Let him take the medicine Jiebulo, which is dipterocarp. He Zhuoju Luoxiang, that is, benzoin, is mixed with Jinghua water (well spring water drawn for the first time every morning), and is used for Ye Wujiu to meditate and bathe at Yin time every day - this method also has the effect of breaking poison. ……
After doing all this, Mo Tingfeng sat back at the table.
"Trying to hide everything and solve it yourself. Even if your purpose is not to show off your courage, it is still hopelessly stupid."
Ye Wujiu lowered his head, his face full of frustration.
"This subordinate is incompetent, please punish me!"
Mo Tingfeng sighed silently.
"No blame, you are good at everything, but you are too brainless."
"Do you think the Necromancer is coming for you alone? So whether you live or die, you want to bear it on your own and not involve the Si Chen Mansion."
Ye Wujiu, who was told the central issue, lowered his head,
"My subordinate is wrong."
"You are wrong."
"First of all, please listen clearly. Foolish loyalty is not loyalty. Trying to bear it alone, either winning the battle or dying alone, is just an undesirable self-sacrifice complex."
"Secondly, as one of my most valued right-hand men, you have not only me but also the entire Sichen Mansion and even the Third Division behind you, so you don't have to do anything alone. Learning to use all the resources around you is also what you do The management awareness that a Diwang leader should have”
"Thirdly, have you ever thought that the reason why he is looking for you may not be you, but Weiwei or me? If you deliberately conceal this information, it may allow the forces behind Ma Zhenchun to find more planning opportunities. Let’s be passive”
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The more Ye Wujiu listened, the more ashamed he became. For a moment, he felt that he was stupid and deserved to die. I really don’t know what has eaten away the calmness and intelligence that I have always been proud of.
He stood up, knelt down on one knee and bowed solemnly to Mo Tingfeng,
"The adults will give you a good drink, and the subordinates will be enlightened. This fallacy will never be repeated again!"
Mo Tingfeng nodded, stood up and helped him up,
"No blame, your injury is not an ordinary poison spell. It cannot be cured at the moment. It can only be temporarily suppressed to slow down the attack. To completely eliminate it, Ma Zhenchun must truly die."
"You can bear it without blame. Don't worry, sir. But the rune on Du Juan's body today makes me quite concerned."
Ye Wujiu dipped his finger into the tea and drew the strange rune of the cuckoo's ankle on the table.
"I should have seen this rune on Ma Zhenchun. There is lava in the cracks in the skin under the rune, and something is crawling in between."
"You can see the head of this rune on the left side of his neck where his clothes are exposed. Proportionally, this rune must start from the beginning of his neck and spread to his entire heart."
"It is very likely that this spell drives the Necromancer to action."
"It's just that this pattern has a weird shape and is not a traditional talisman. It doesn't show any trace of the sect. How should we investigate it and how should we decipher it? I don't have a clue for the moment."
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Mo Tingfeng looked at the runes drawn with tea on the table and tapped his slender fingers on the table. This was a subconscious action when his brain was thinking rapidly.
Suddenly he pulled open Ye Wujiu's clothes to reveal the wound on his left arm, his eyes darkened.
Although not obvious, Ye Wujiu's wounds were clearly a pattern, growing from the outside inward. The faint scars looked a bit like the runes he drew on the table.
"Ma Zhenchun used blood as a curse and planted a blood poison on you."
"This matter must be resolved as soon as possible. Otherwise Wujiu... will become the next Ma Zhenchun."
Hearing this, Ye Wujiu's expression was calm, and he was obviously mentally prepared for this - even if he didn't realize that the wound on his left arm resembled a cuckoo ankle rune, he knew that Ma Zhenchun wanted to drag him into the water - from the way he looked at him for the first time Ye Wu Jiu could tell with just one look, it was the look of a drowned ghost looking for a substitute.
Mo Tingfeng's words shocked Ding Heran. How could Ye Wujiu become the next Ma Zhenchun after just being slightly injured?
Could it be that the Necromancer thing was still contagious? !
If he really became... wouldn't he have to kill Ye Wu Jiu with his own hands?
"Old Ye!"
Ding Heran's eyes turned red for a moment, and he was obviously already playing the erhu and playing the suona in his heart for Ye Wujiu.
"He's not dead yet, don't cry in the grave."
Ye Wujiu was not angry. He frowned, feeling that something important had been missed.
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"Oops!"
Mo Tingfeng suddenly slapped the table, his figure shuddered, and he disappeared into the meeting hall.
Ding Heran and Ye Wujiu didn't even look at each other, they already followed them out in a flash.
It was at this moment that the Bingjiao Yizhuang outside the southwest gate of Sichen Mansion suddenly burst into flames!
Little Eucalyptus has been laid to rest, and the only thing placed there at the moment is the corpse of Du Juan that was just unloaded from the beam of the Venerable Mansion.
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The fire in front of him made Ye Wujiu's heart skip a beat as he chased Mo Tingfeng's figure.
It was no ordinary fire.
There is something similar to the aura of a necromancer in the fire, could it be...