Without suffocation, the toxins would flow into the heart, causing convulsions and death. The deceased would tremble all over, foam at the mouth, and suffer a lot before dying."
Everyone: "..."
It sounds about as good as the aunt's toxin.
Moreover, these poisonous bees are still in groups of three, one or two feet apart, flying left and right, and even slowly circling around when nothing happens. Everyone knows that these are sentinels sent by Tiangong to track the whereabouts of Huanzong.
, while looking for the hiding place of Qianhuan Immortal Lord.
The eyeball spiders on He Lingchuan and Dong Rui shrieked and retracted into their clothes, concentrating their energy to avoid being discovered by them.
"Go your way, don't move around." Aunt Zhu gave the same advice as Elder Liu, and then the poisonous bee flew past everyone.
In the eyes of the ball bees, these were indigenous ghost people wearing masks, no different from those they had seen in other villages and other towns before. For the sake of due diligence, they approached cautiously and took a sniff.
Ball bees do not collect honey, but their sense of smell is still more sensitive than that of dogs.
It smelled a bit of sweat and the sour smell of clothes that had not been washed for a long time.
Ordinary farmers should have this smell, even though they suddenly transformed into ghost people.
The bees flew away regretfully, and they did not dare to get too close to the ghost people, lest they be drawn down.
No one dared to say anything and continued to move forward.
Within a quarter of an hour, two groups of bees flew over, but neither found anything unusual about the Huanzong team.
After He Lingchuan and the Huanzong monks put on the masks, they seemed to have become the local aboriginals. Not only did they dress and look the same, but they even smelled the same.
Chapter completed!