Wang Gensheng felt a little embarrassed about his behavior, so he quickly helped him up and carried him on his back, and walked quickly to the Wrangler.
Carefully put him in the passenger seat, then fasten his seat belt and adjust the seat back a little so that he can lie on it in a comfortable position.
Wang Gensheng opened the trunk and took out the medical kit, cleaned the wounds on his palms, and when he shined a light on them, he could vaguely see that there were still a few thorns stuck in his palms.
After Yang Buwei gritted his teeth and pulled out the thorn, he looked at the alcohol in his hand and trembled a little.
If you pour this thing on, the sourness will be unbearable, but if you don't disinfect it with alcohol, the wound will be easily infected.
In addition, there is a lot of liquid in the shape of flowers of life and death on the palm. Although this thing is not highly poisonous, it is still harmful to the human body.
After Wang Gensheng made mental preparations for a while, he gritted his teeth, opened the cap of the bottle of disinfectant, and used cotton swabs to clean the wounds on his palms little by little.
After cleaning the wound on his left hand, Wang Gensheng was already shivering in pain and sweating on his forehead. However, the wound on his right hand had not been treated yet, so he had to continue to take a deep breath.
Pour the disinfectant on your right hand and gently wipe the mucus and coagulated blood on the palm with a cotton swab.
After dealing with this, Wang Gensheng's lips turned white from pain and his feet were trembling.
Then I sprinkled some Yunnan Baiyao. When the powder came into contact with the wound, the pain was not unbearable.
However, while the medicinal powder was taking effect, it was accompanied by bursts of throbbing pain, which forced Wang Gensheng to grit his teeth and continue to wrap his left and right hands with gauze.
After this set of movements, Wang Gensheng was so painful that he regretted not throwing Yang Buwei directly from the mountain.
After returning to the cab, Yang Buwei saw that his face was so ugly, so he asked: "Brother Wang, why are you looking so pale? Are you also suffering from internal injuries?"
Wang Gensheng waved his two bandaged hands in front of him and said, "Brother Yang, you are overthinking. I didn't suffer any internal injuries. I just regret it. Why didn't I just throw you off the mountain?"
Yang Buwei: "This..."
Wang Gensheng stretched out two fingers, rested on Yang Buwei's pulse for a moment and then said: "Brother Yang, from now on, you'd better not say too many words. There are still more than 700 kilometers from here to Kunlun Mountain, which is equivalent to
A day’s journey.”
"You are still very weak now, and I can't guarantee that you will be safe on the road. Only by getting to Master Murphy quickly can you have a chance to be saved."
After speaking, Wang Gensheng started the vehicle, stepped on the accelerator and left the village.
…
When Zhu Feng came to the foot of Wangyue Mountain, he kept searching for the force locked on him, and finally found it under a cliff.
That power is emanating from the cliff, it's absolutely true.
When Zhu Feng stood under the cliff, he felt a little confused.
Looking around, the cliff is almost vertical, and there are almost sharp rocks outside the cliff. It is impossible to climb up.
After visual inspection, the height is at least two to three hundred meters. Even if I work hard for a month, I can only get up to fifty meters. So how can I get up to the remaining two hundred meters?
If you had the courage to climb up, you would have been disemboweled by the sharp rocks before you even reached the top of the cliff.
Just when Zhu Feng was in trouble, a hoarse voice floated in the air.
"Boy, do you know that you are already on the verge of death? You'd better leave quickly before I try to drain you of your blood."
The sound came from all directions, and it was impossible to tell which direction the sound came from.
At this time, Zhu Feng could conclude that this was definitely the voice of Murong Fulan, the founder of the Demonic Way, because he was the only one in the world who knew this kind of sound transmission technique.
Zhu Feng turned around in a circle and found nothing else, so he shouted towards the cliff: "The Patriarch of the Demonic Way is here. My younger brother Zhu Feng came to pay a visit. Please ask the Patriarch of the Demonic Way to meet me."
A moment later, the hoarse voice floated in the air again: "Hahaha... Yellow-mouthed kid, am I someone you can see if you want to?"
When Murong Fulan discovered Zhu Feng's appearance, she already knew that he was also a person who fell into the devil's path. At this time, his research needed someone to be his experimental subject.
Ever since Maritis escaped from him, he had been unable to improve the techniques he practiced and the poisons he was researching. Just when he was about to give up, Zhu Feng, the scapegoat, came to his door.
At this time, Zhu Feng didn't know that he was about to be in disaster. This would be the choice he regretted most in his life.
So Murong Fulan had no intention of killing him.
Zhu Feng shouted directly towards the top of the cliff: "Master Patriarch, I have no choice but to come here to disturb you. I was cornered by those so-called decent monks and almost lost my life, so I want to come here to practice my skills and then kill you."
Just them.
Zhu Feng thought that by using those decent monks as an excuse, Murong Fulan would take pity on him and see him, but his thinking was too simple.
Murong Fulan was currently in a cave on the cliff, looking at Zhu Feng in the Yin-Yang ball in his hand, standing under the cliff and looking around, feeling a little curious.
In today's world, few people know where he is. Why did he want to find him? Is it just to become stronger?
Murong Fulan said softly in the cave: "If you want to become stronger and want revenge, these all require a price. What will you give me in exchange? Is this your life?"
Although Murong Fulan just said something softly in the cave.
But this sentence quickly reached Zhu Feng's ears, and it was a deafening sentence full of momentum.
Even Zhu Feng couldn't bear the stimulation of the eardrums caused by the sound, so he quickly covered his ears and took two steps back.
Perhaps this is the profoundness of the thousand-mile sound transmission technique, which can accurately convey what you say to anyone's ears thousands of miles away.
As long as a person who uses the Thousand Miles Telephone Technique wants a person to die without knowing it, he or she can die thousands of miles away without any warning, and the cause of the death cannot be found out no matter how hard it is checked.
Zhu Feng was shocked by the sudden sound, which made his brain sting a little, and he took two steps back.
After stabilizing his consciousness, he said loudly: "I am willing to exchange my life. I only ask the Demonic Patriarch to make me stronger in a short time. After I take revenge, I will come back to serve you.
Murong Fulan showed a sinister smile in the cave.
Because in his eyes, Zhu Feng is now one of his experimental subjects.