Jing Muya and Feng arrived at almost the same moment. After receiving the poisoned message from Tang Meng, the two accelerated their speed immediately. Even so, it was noon the next day when they arrived.
"What's the matter? So many people were poisoned at the same time?" Tang Mengli was not the only one who was poisoned, and don't forget that there was a large group of people who were drunk by Di Dixiang. Looking at the Wudang Shaolin disciple who fell to the ground, Feng was shocked, "Is there really only one enemy? One person has such a great ability?" There is no detailed report about the Hundred Poison Envoys in the intelligence of Wangshengmen. , I just mentioned that this guy's ability is mainly to poison and detoxify, who would have thought that he is so strong! No wonder they played so hard in Tang Meng, and they should have let Dou Muqi and Kui Mulang follow the team.
"These people are easy to handle, only Tai Lixiang." Jing Muyan leaned over to check the injuries of the people, raised his head and stretched his brows, "As long as some concentration is enough, I just have some here. "As I said, I took out a celadon vial from my arms, poured out some light yellow powder from it, and rubbed a little on everyone's upper lip with my index finger. Without a cup of tea, these people wandered up from the ground, touching their heads and wondering what happened.
"Then my second sister? How is her injury?" Tang Meng closed his eyes, without any painful expression on his face, as if he had fallen asleep quietly, but both his breathing and heartbeat were extremely weak. Although Feng doesn't understand medical skills, he has read countless books and knows very well that ordinary toxins can't help Tang Meng, who has been with poison since childhood, so what kind of strange poison is this time
"According to what they said before the fight, this toxin seems to be called'Zhuyan'." Drinking blood is not good at poisoning. This is the first time he heard the name of "Zhuyan": "Old Jing, this'Zhuyan' What kind of poison is it?"
"Zhuyan, Zhuyan." Jing Lao kept repeating the name of the toxin. "I have never heard of any poison called Zhuyan. But I am afraid that everyone has heard of it. Rotten, I don’t hesitate to dissipate my precious money. I suspect that this poison is actually refined by the beauty pill."
"Zhuyan Dan?" Yinxue was still confused by such words, "isn't that something that is only in the novel?"
"Zhuyan is true. I hope that my face will not be old during my lifetime, and I will try to keep my body from decay after death. This kind of magic has been used since ancient times." Feng remembered many old past events. It is recorded that Cixi had taken beauty-retaining medicine for decades, so that when he was 60 years old, his skin was like a middle-aged man who was 30 years old. This is definitely not an exaggeration or legend. As for the fact that the body is not decayed, it is even more common. It is said that Longan Dadong Both the pearl and the thousand-year cold jade have the effect of rejuvenating the face. I don’t know what the second sister’s poison is?” Dongzhu and Hanyu have never heard of poison. A little extravagant.
"Someone may be able to explain for us." Jing Lao thoughtfully, "You and I are not very clear about the details of the Zhan Yan Dan, but there are countless masters in the robbery door. I believe that the clever Lieutenant Touch Jin must have this thing in his hands. ."
"He Sanye! That's right, I'll go find him now!" Feng said, he was about to rush, but He Sanye was behind him.
The third master's injury was half healed, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were covered with gauze. At this time, the disciple of the stolen door supported him and stood trembling with everyone. "There used to be some outstanding generations of hair and gold, but unfortunately they have disappeared in the past few years. However, I have a brother who is doing a tomb robbery. He once found this thing in an ancient tomb in the Eastern Han Dynasty. "Speaking of He Sanye throwing out an inconspicuous little bag, Feng is aware of the antiquities, and he clearly recognized the gold thread on the bag, which was something thousands of years ago.
"This is" Jing Lao took out the contents of the bag. It was a small silvery white ball without any special smell. "Is this brought from inside?" Tomb Raider and his party always didn't understand at all, he saw What clues do not come out of this little ball.
"According to him, when the coffin was opened, the corpse was still lifelike. That was the thing in the man's mouth. Perhaps it was the Zhanyan Pill we were looking for." He Sanye was also uncertain. "Unfortunately, my junior was still dead in the end. Under the quicksand. Or you can ask him clearly."
"If I want to explore the ingredients inside, I have to smash him to pieces." Jing Lao looked at He Sanye with inquiring eyes. This thing is very valuable, at least enough to change a house in the capital, that's it. It is only possible to find a clue if it is smashed.
"Take it, Xiao Tang and I are life-and-death friends. Things outside of him are nothing." San Ye raised his hand, "If we can't save even a girl, what are we still seeking to resurrect! What kind of heroes are we? !"
"Well, you guys don't get dry, I'll go find someone to help." Jing Lao hurried away with Zhu Yan Dan. Doctor Mo is more insightful about medicinal stones than himself, maybe he can see something. Sure enough, the Mo family’s ancestral craftsmanship was amazingly powerful. It took less than a morning for Dr. Mo to detect the ingredients of this Zhanyan Pill. It is not so much a pill, it is more of a poison. Most of it contains Antiseptic drugs, these things are highly toxic. It is right to think about it. It is precisely because it can be sterilized and antiseptic that this can prevent the decay of the corpse.
"Let's try to detoxify first." In a warm tent, Doctor Mo was guarding a seven-mouth casserole to cook herbs on the spot. Unknown powder was roasted on the charcoal fire. Fumigation was also a procedure for healing. And the golden needle in Jing Muyan's hand was not idle, and he hit the second line of Ren Du in Tang Meng, abruptly opening up the stagnant bloodline.
"It's done!" Old Jing put down the golden needles, and put his dry hands on Tang Mengli's wrists almost completely, "The speed of blood flow has returned to normal." Old Jing breathed out, and now it's up to Dr. Mo's craftsmanship. It's a pity that the sweat hadn't been wiped off, and the pulse suddenly became rushed, seeming to be resisting Jing Muyan's treatment, and in an instant it became lifeless. "What's the matter?" I was so tired and sweating that I opened up my blood, why did I give up all my work in a blink of an eye
"Let me see." Doctor Mo leaned over, carrying the Chinese medicine that had been fried just now, but the pot of seven medicines fryed out a small cup. "Now I can only wait for the effect of the medicine. Brother Jing, you are going to try the needle again." Doctor Mo poured the medicine into Tang Mengli, sitting while monitoring the pulse in real time, while watching Jing Muya take the needle.