Three years ago, Chu Yan didn't kill him. He saved his life so that he can have today.
If it were him Song Lang, would he kill Chu Yan? Maybe, he thought he was not as generous as Chu Yan.
Bai Zhi walked to the desk under the window and sat down with the Poison Zhi Zhi of the Western Regions.
The Poison Chronicle is very thick and rich in content, but there is no catalog.
She has never been so annoyed by a book without a table of contents.
If there is a good catalog, it will save a lot of time and quickly find the page she wants to see, instead of scrolling down page by page as it is now, not dare to miss any page at any time.
Song Lang said, "I have read this Poisonous Chronicle many years ago, and I can't remember this."
Bai Zhi waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll watch it slowly."
In order to find clues earlier, Song Lang suggested that they watch together. She looked from the front to the back, and he looked from the back to the front. This would shorten the time by half and double the chance.
The two sat side by side, shoulder to shoulder, her freshly washed hair, exuding a fresh and elegant fragrance, mixed with a girl’s unique fragrance, gently and softly penetrated into his nose, plucking his heart. Surging.
Those slender, white fingers would occasionally touch him when turning the book. Although it was only a brief touch, and the touch she didn't care about at all, it made him feel an electric shock every time.
Excitement, excitement, joy.
He scolded himself two more words secretly, it was this time, he still had these careful thoughts, Bai Zhi was so anxious, he should do his best to help her.
Song Lang settled down, and continued to look at Duzhi. When he turned to a certain page, his eyes suddenly froze and exclaimed: "I found it, there really is a Hanfeng scattered."
Bai Zhi hurriedly let go of the page in his hand and turned to the page Song Lang was looking at. As expected, it recorded the preparation method of Hanfeng San antidote.
And some characteristics of Hanfengsan.
Bai Zhi muttered to herself: "No wonder he got cold after being poisoned. It turns out that this medicine contains a kind of cold snake venom."
There is only one kind of snake in the world that is not afraid of the cold, does not need to hibernate, and even likes to hide in the ice and snow. The whole body is white. If it is hung somewhere, it is difficult for people's naked eyes to find them.
And its venom is also a kind of strange poison. People who have been bitten by cold snakes will freeze after death.
Fortunately, the amount of cold snake poison contained in this Hanfeng San was very small, otherwise Chu Yan must have been extremely fierce by now.
I'm afraid it's not that the person who made this Hanfeng San didn't want to put more cold snake venom, but this cold snake venom is really rare.
Song Lang said: "This cold snake venom is not enough to be feared. It can be solved with the flames. Only the green owl in the wind-bearing powder is extraordinary. The rest is nothing, only the poison of the green owl. The ordinary antidote can't be cracked at all."
Bai Zhi has never heard of the poison of Green Owl: "What is this?"
Song Lang said: "This is a poisonous bird of the Western Regions. This bird is born with a strange appearance. There is a big green bag on the top of the head. The poison night is in that big bag. The venom will flow from the big bag to the tip of the green owl's mouth. When it enters the body of the animal or human being attacked by it, although it is not placed in the throat of blood, it is a chronic and poisonous poison that is extremely difficult to discharge. It can slowly corrode the blood of the organs in the human body, making it painful and unpleasant."
"It's no wonder that we can't get rid of all the toxins in his body with detoxification needles and fumigation. He just woke up and his eyes are blurred. If this continues, he will be blind." Bai Zhi said anxiously.