"Qing Shui, let's go, you come with me." The old man pulled Qing Shui and walked out without any explanation.
The old monster is the old man who shared four times the prescription with Qing Shui.
Deputy Palace Master
Qing Shui thought as he walked, the deputy palace master of the Demon King's Palace
He didn't ask, he knew it after a while.
Soon we reached the depths of the Demon King's Palace, not too far from the Ice Palace. This was a manor as quiet as spring. The guards were also women. They were very similar to the women who guarded the Ice Palace. They were both strong.
The pavilions here are very luxurious, and there are many flowers and plants in the courtyard, and they are also arranged in a strange way. Qing Shui can conclude that this is an existence that is not inferior to the Great Elder.
There are indeed many strong men in the Demon King's Palace. It's not surprising if you think about it. Otherwise, how can we fight against Xianglongzhou
"Qing Shui, don't talk too much. This woman has a very strange temper." The old man reminded Qing Shui at this time.
As soon as he entered the pavilion, he smelled a faint medicinal fragrance in the room. The white room was very casual and warm. Qing Shui immediately saw a woman leaning on a brocade bed in the living room.
A mature woman, her age could not be discerned, but her face was cold and indifferent. At this time, her face was pale with almost no blood, and her lower body was covered with a thin quilt.
"You can go, I'm dead." The woman said directly as soon as she entered the door.
"The palace master ordered that he must be treated." The old man smiled softly.
"The old monster can't be cured anyway. Let's just sit down and talk. Although I'm useless, they also killed a lot of people. After all, I still made a profit." The woman said, and a little blood appeared on her pale face. , seemed a little excited.
"Golden jade life-sustaining ointment!"
Qing Shui looked at the woman and said slowly.
"Who are you?" The woman seemed to have just seen Qing Shui. Some alchemists and doctors would bring a medicine boy with them. She had ignored Qing Shui before.
"He is a doctor from the Demon King's Palace. I am impressed by his medical skills. Let Qing Shui take a look at it for you!" the old man said with a smile.
"Too young. Besides, I understand my situation well. At least I know that the doctors I understand now can't cure it. As for some magic pills, there are too few of them."
The woman shook her head and said calmly.
"Where did the golden jade life-sustaining ointment you used come from?" Qing Shui looked at the woman and asked softly.
"What the elders left behind has been used up."
"The opponent really has some tricks up his sleeve. He can develop this kind of poison." Qing Shui was also amazed after seeing the woman's poison.
"What, isn't she seriously injured? How could she be poisoned?" the old man stood up and said.
"The injury is not fatal, the real fatal thing is the poison, a kind of poison similar to the cup, life poison. This poison has no antidote and goes with the person's life." Qing Shui looked at the woman and said slowly.
"Old monster, I now believe that his medical skills are better than yours." The woman said with a smile.
Her smile is very pale, but it is very beautiful, a kind of morbid beauty, which makes people want to hold her in her arms and pity her, but whoever dares to do so will probably be killed by this woman in an instant.
"It's the poison of the Poison Immortal Sect." The woman looked at Qing Shui and said.
Qing Shui is not interested in what the name of the poison is, but this poison is a life poison. As long as the life is alive, the poison will be there. It will accompany you throughout your life. It is very difficult. At least I have not heard that this poison can be eliminated.
However, this kind of poison can be eliminated in other ways, such as being very powerful and forcing it out by yourself. If you cannot force it out by yourself, you can transfer it, such as transferring it to others. There are two types of others, one is her man, and the other is It's her child. If she wants to transfer it to her man, she needs her man's cooperation, but the child can be transferred to her as long as she is willing.
"Qing Shui, do you have any idea?" the old man asked hopefully.
"He said this is life poison. As long as there is life, the poison cannot be removed."
"Although it can't be solved, I can restore you to your past. As long as I live, I will have no problem letting you live for eighteen hundred years." Qing Shui thought about it and said with a smile.
"What? Is it really possible?" the old monster said in surprise.
The woman looked at Qing Shui in disbelief.
"It should be okay, even the worst is better than now." Qing Shui said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter if he's put to death. If it's really good, I will definitely make the Poison Immortal Sect look good. Mr. Qing, I believe in you. You don't have to worry if you take action boldly." The woman seemed to be in better spirits.
"The poison is suppressing your injury, so it cannot heal. Eating this can help your injury recover." Qing Shui handed over a golden fragrant jade.
Needless to say, the effect of Jin Xiangyu also made them more confident in Qing Shui. Although the injury could not be completely cured, it was mostly cured. The woman's spirit was much better.
The needle of life and death!
Fountain of life!
It was easy for Qing Shui to do this, but the poison really couldn't be eradicated. At least Qing Shui couldn't do anything about it now, but it was able to minimize the poison, but it would get stronger little by little over time, and then it would be necessary to detoxify again.
Purple jade pendant!
Engraved on it is a formation that suppresses toxicity: "With this, although you are still poisonous, it is basically difficult to get up again. If you lose this, remember to ask me for it. Without this, the toxicity will probably be reduced within three to five years." It will become active again.”
The woman stood in the room, she had not yet woken up from this huge surprise, still holding the purple jade pendant Qing Shui gave her in her hand.
She no longer had any hope. Although she ended up like this, her opponent paid a higher price. She just felt a little regretful and couldn't kill the person who poisoned her.
"I owe you a favor, and I will repay you. No matter what, I can do it for you and try my best." The woman came back to her senses and looked at Qing Shui happily. She could now act like a normal person.
She is not young, but she is not considered old in mainland China. She can also be described as being in her prime. A good life will not go very far. It will be a pity if it withers like this.
"That's not necessary, I am also a member of the Demon King's Palace now."
"My reputation is not good, I kill too hard, and my popularity is not very good. There are too many people who don't want me to be good." The woman sighed.
Qing Shui understood what she meant and knew what she was going to say. He thought about it and said, "How is your relationship with the Palace Master?"
"I should be the one who has the most contact with the Palace Master in the Demon King's Palace!" The woman didn't know what Qing Shui meant by this sentence, but she still said happily.
"Oh, that's great. If you can, if you and the Palace Master have something to do and need help, remember to think of me." Qing Shui looked at the woman with a slightly embarrassed smile.
The woman was stunned for a moment, and then her beautiful eyes turned, with a smile on her face: "You are so brave, and I will support your idea, but you must be mentally prepared."
"Thank you, I know."
"My name is Huarumei. If you wait a little longer, the Palace Master should be back soon. This is an opportunity." The woman looked at Qing Shui and smiled happily.
As soon as he finished speaking, there were footsteps outside, and that familiar figure came into view. It was such an impact every time. His cold and beautiful eyes saw Hua Rumei: "Well, it looks much better."
The words he spoke were still extremely cold, but Qing Shui could still feel that the words were actually as warm as spring, but it was a pity that he was not speaking to himself.