Except for Wu Minghou, the rest of the people were at a loss.
In the eyes of Ke Changsheng and others, Wu Minghou's realm of cultivation in his life is astonishing, it is simply "invulnerable to all poisons", and he led them in countless fierce battles. In the eyes of Ke Changsheng and others, Wu Minghou is like a god. They never thought that Marquis Wu Ming would be poisoned.
Of course, Ke Changsheng and others never thought that Wu Minghou would be injured to such an extent.
The end of the hero is the most emotional.
However, although the rest of the people were puzzled, they did not dare to say more.
The reason why people like Ke Changsheng continued to stay here was, on the one hand, to introduce Qin Lang to the chief, and on the other hand, to protect the safety of the chief. This is to ensure the absolute safety of the chief. Of course, about the second reason, Qin Lang is also well aware, but he will not say it, because he can understand it completely.
"Mr. Wu seems to know about poison?" Qin Lang still thinks it is more natural to call him "Mr. Wu", because the word chief is really flooded nowadays. Calling him "Mr. Wu" shows Qin Lang's respect for him.
"I still know this from the information of the Sixth Bureau—"
"Six Doors!" When Wu Minghou mentioned "Six Bureaus", Qin Lang couldn't help saying these three words, because Qin Lang was indeed a little afraid of the Six Doors, and he was also a little bit unhappy.
"Oh? The little genius doctor also knows the six doors?" Wu Minghou smiled lightly.
"Not only do you know, but it's a bit of a festival. But let's not talk about these private matters, Mr. Wu, let's talk about your understanding of Mingdu, because it is related to your treatment."
"There are not many records about the poison in the sixth game, because the people in the sixth game didn't figure out what the poison is. The records only say that the poison surpassed everyone's understanding of poison. The rumors came from the unknown underworld. That’s why it’s called ghost poison. Those who suffer from ghost poison, even if they’re a generation of masters, are bound to die.” Wu Minghou expressed his views on ghost poison, “Actually, when I first saw this ghost poison, I thought I always feel that this is a rumor, and it may be something imagined by some people. It's just that I didn't expect it to be brought up by you, the little genius doctor today."
"Mr. Wu, you should just call me by my name—Qin Lang." Qin Lang went on to say, "I can say with certainty that the underworld poison is definitely not something imagined. Otherwise, you would not have been poisoned by the underworld poison. However, You haven't said what your understanding of Ming Poison is, please tell me."
"Is this related to treatment?" Wu Minghou asked puzzled.
"It's related to nature. If you don't believe it and don't understand the poison, how can you cooperate with the treatment?" Qin Lang said in a natural tone.
Wu Minghou thought about it again, and felt that Qin Lang's words made sense, so he went on to say: "In my opinion, the so-called dark poison should be beyond the scope of ordinary poison, and even something completely different from ordinary poison, whether it is form or substance. , are completely different, so this thing will become a legendary existence."
"Mr. Wu is indeed very knowledgeable." Qin Lang nodded and said, "Yes, Ming Poison is completely different from other poisons in terms of form and substance. Constantly eating away and weakening your soul, so that your body begins to become weak, and this mental cancer contains a strong curse, which produces a decadent and depraved breath, even if you Even a powerful soul can't stop the erosion of this vicious spirit. Moreover, it resides in your soul, and you can hardly notice its existence."
Qin Lang's words were too suspenseful. For people like Ke Changsheng, it was nothing more than a fantasy, but they didn't interrupt Qin Lang's words, because in their opinion, it was a very suspenseful thing for the chief to be injured. In my mind, the chief is almost invincible.
Marquis Wu Ming is well-informed and has a high level of cultivation, so among this group of people, he is probably the only one who can understand the meaning of Qin Lang's words. After listening to Qin Lang's words, he nodded slightly: "Listen to you, I I do understand a bit, and I probably know what is going on. About half a year ago, I went to Thailand and dealt with a difficult matter. I fought a battle with several Southeast Asian masters. In that battle, I I was injured, but the people who besieged me didn't get any benefits. One of the old men in Malaysia was killed by me, but when this man died, he didn't know why his blood exploded."
"The whole body's blood exploded?" Qin Lang seemed to have noticed something unusual, and hurriedly asked, "Then how did you feel at that time?"
"I didn't notice any abnormalities at the time—but from what you said, I did feel uncomfortable at the time, but I didn't notice any abnormalities in my body."
"This may be the problem." Qin Lang said, "This kind of poison should be stimulated by the old man in Malaysia with his own blood. It lives in your soul, just like a cancer born in your soul. Constantly erode your soul. When your soul is injured, this body will naturally weaken accordingly."
There is a saying, "Once the soul is injured, the whole body is injured", which means that once the soul of a person is injured, the body will easily weaken. The most typical example is injury. Many people who have lost their love or loved ones, if they can't get out of the shadow of this emotion, they will always be haggard and weak.
Many people can't see the "disease" of people's spirit and soul, and it is difficult for even doctors to diagnose it. However, damage to the spirit and soul will cause great harm to the body, which is beyond doubt. Especially the damage to the soul, which is more harmful and difficult to estimate.
"Could it be that the old man knows the rumored blood soul curse?" Marquis Wu Ming was well-informed, and seemed to have vaguely guessed the problem. He explained to Qin Lang, "In some places in Malaysia, it is rumored that some people can curse the art, and among them the most The vicious one is the blood curse. I didn’t really believe in the curse before, but now that I think about it, the problem I have this time is mostly thanks to this old man.”
"Blood Soul Curse..." Qin Lang muttered to himself, "Although the theory of curse sounds a bit false, since the art of curse has been passed down for so long, there must be some way. Mr. Wu, to be honest, when I walked into When I was in this room, I felt a rotten breath emanating from your body—why, none of you noticed it?"