Yan Qing calmed down, but he didn't know that after she left, Mu Lao kept frowning and never said a word again.

Meng Shulan's condition was much more serious than he thought, and it could not be relieved by bloodletting as he told Yan Qing.

The poisonous marks had spread from his bitten neck to the roots of his limbs.

If someone hadn't sealed his heart acupuncture points, and luck had protected his heart and lungs, even if I had come two days earlier, I still wouldn't have been able to save this man!

After checking Meng Shulan's pulse, Mu Lao gave Meng Shulan a few more injections and took out a small box from the cloth bag he carried with him.

The palm-sized round box is engraved with simple patterns, and the blue and green color is dotted with bright red and emerald colors, like eyes on a ghost picture.

The mysterious lines make people feel uncomfortable after just one glance, and they don't want to look at it a second time.

Yan Qi frowned, resisting the urge to turn his head, and watched Mr. Mu open the round box.

Inside is a dark mass containing a puddle of water-like material.

Swamp black mud?

Yan Qi guessed.

What's the use?

However, the next moment, he saw what he thought was a ball of mud squirming and slowly climbing up the edge of the box.

Mu Lao stretched out his hand and touched the thing, and the thing squirmed and climbed up the back of his hand, which was also dry, along Mu Lao's withered vine-like fingers.

Only then did Yan Qi see clearly that the black mud-like thing was a black leech-like insect, but it was much larger than ordinary leeches.

So when it opened its thumbnail-sized mouthparts, Yan Qi could even clearly see its broken, downy teeth that glistened in the morning light.

Densely and densely packed.

The insect bit Mu Lao's hand and sucked it greedily.

Mu Lao's already withered hands became even thinner as the insect sucked the blood, and even turned a deathly blue-gray color.

"Go get the spittoon."

Mu Lao said to Yan Qi in a deep voice.

Now that we can't wait for the wooden basin to bleed, it's better to use a spittoon to top it first than to smear the poisonous blood all over the floor and not be able to clean it up later.

Yan Qi quickly took out the clean spittoon placed in the room and handed it to Mu Lao.

Mu Lao raised his chin and pointed in the direction of Meng Shulan: "Put it under your wrist."

Yan Qi acted as ordered.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Lao held up the insect on his hand and approached Meng Shulan's wrist.

A thin, murmur-like sound came from Mu Lao's mouth, a rustling sound, not like human speech, but like the sound of insects crawling across the sand.

As the sound sounded, the insect on the back of Mu Lao's hand, as if it had received some order, pulled out its mouthparts, slowly wriggled its body, and crawled towards Meng Shulan's wrist.

Yan Qi discovered that after the insect pulled out its blood-sucking mouthparts, not a drop of blood flowed out on the back of Mu Lao's hand. Only the bitten flesh could be seen, but it was also tinged with grayish white, with only a slight trace of it.

of blood color.

This should be Mu Lao's natal Gu.

Yan Qi was guessing in her mind.

He heard that the great witches of the Qiang Kingdom would use their own flesh and blood to cultivate a natal Gu that was unique to them.

This voodoo can save people and kill people, but it requires the people to feed it with their own flesh and blood all year round.

Looking at Mu Lao like this, it's obvious that he is about to be poisoned by his life and his blood will be sucked dry.

But even though he was almost drained of blood by the Gu worm, Mu Lao couldn't hold back.

The native Gu and the person who raises the Gu live and die together. When the Gu lives, the person lives. When the person dies, the Gu will also die. There is no such thing as inheritance.

Looking at Mu Lao's gray hair, Yan Qi narrowed his eyes.

In fact, this year, Mu Lao is only in his early forties. He should still be in his prime and healthy years, and should not look so old.

But this is the end of the road for cultivators.

The powerful Fate Gu is the foundation for them to settle down in the world, and the price is to live a short life in torture day and night.

In order to live, I am willing to take this road, but I have to pay the price with my life.

This seems contradictory, but it is actually very reasonable.

Because for people in Mu Lao's environment, if they don't take this path, their lives will be shorter than they are now.

The poisonous insect crawled onto Meng Shulan's wrist, opened its mouth and bit the skin, and thick black blood flowed out.

The bug that lives on blood took a bite, then quickly turned around and spit it out.

The short, fluffy legs were swinging, twisting their bodies and making rustling sounds, as if they were communicating with Mu Lao.

This strange scene shocked Yan Qi again.

But Mu Lao seemed to really understand what the insect was saying. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his already thin and wrinkled face almost shrank into a ball.

Mu Lao raised his hand and pinched Meng Shulan's arm, squeezing hard, enlarging the wound bitten by the Gu insect, and blood flowed even more profusely.

As the poisonous blood was released, the poisonous lines on Meng Shulan's wrists also faded a little.

Seeing that the blood flow had slowed down, Mu Lao took another sip of his life Gu and spit it out again. It was like he had eaten something extremely unpalatable, but he couldn't help but taste it one bite at a time. As a result, once he tasted it, he couldn't help but spit it out.

Like vomiting.

But after the Gu worm took this bite, the blood flow that had gradually stagnated sped up again.

Soon, a shallow layer of black blood had accumulated on the bottom of the spittoon, which was as big as the palm of two adults.

Meng Shulan's poisonous lines that almost spread to her fingertips became much lighter.

If you don't look carefully, you can barely see the shadow of the poisonous pattern under the elbow.

Seeing this, Mu Lao murmured something hastily, and the poisonous insects stopped sucking the poisonous blood from Meng Shulan's wound.

Mu Lao reached out and took out a small bottle from his bag, poured the powder inside onto Meng Shulan's wound, pulled the gauze and wrapped it twice, and motioned Yan Qi to bandage Meng Shulan, but he himself held Meng Shulan's other hand.

Came over.

Using the same method, he bled all of Meng Shulan's limbs, applied medicine and bandaged them, and Mu Lao breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting the Life Gu back into the small box and putting it away, Mu Laocai raised his hand to diagnose Meng Shulan's pulse.

Feeling the weak pulse under his hand, which was no longer messy and rapid as before, Mu Lao's face looked a little better.

He turned to Yan Qi, who was holding a spittoon, and said, "It's okay for now. Take the blood out, fill it with plant ash and bury it away from the water source."

Yan Qi responded and went to deal with it.

Mu Lao sat on the footrest of the bed as if he was exhausted, rested against the bed, paused for a moment, slapped his chapped mouth, and began to mutter and complain again: "Young people nowadays really don't know how to care for the elderly.

Just leave as soon as you want, and you don’t even want to give me a cup of tea first."

The more he talked, the thirstier he became, but he really couldn't muster any strength. He went to the table to drink water and could only keep his mouth shut.

Looking around, he suddenly found a teacup placed by the bedside. Mu Lao crawled over, grabbed the teapot and filled his stomach, feeling much better.

After drinking the water, I felt really tired, so I threw myself on my feet and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!