Mu Jingrui stared intently for a long time before recognizing that the man in front of him, dressed in black and with messy hair covering most of his face, was the Holy Son of the Barbarian Tribe.
The eyes that were blinded by him seemed to be clotted with blood, making him look even more ferocious.
"What? Being blind is not enough?"
Mu Jingrui's contemptuous tone made the Holy Son even more angry.
The anger radiating from his body has turned into a strong murderous aura.
"Mu Jingrui, you cut off my fingers, blinded my eyes, and made my life worse than death. Today, I want you to have a taste of this."
As soon as the Holy Son finished speaking, he slapped Mu Jingrui.
Mu Jingrui's martial arts was far superior to that of the Holy Son, but he still dealt with it cautiously. He always felt that something else was brewing.
Sure enough, when the Holy Son struck with his palm, the wind just touched his cheek, and a huge bat was shot down, with black blood splattering everywhere.
Mu Jingrui subconsciously wanted to dodge, but a shrill scream came from his ears.
He felt something attacking him from behind, and immediately bent down to avoid it. From the corner of his eye, he saw an eagle flapping its wings and clawing at his eyes with its sharp talons.
Mu Jingrui was just startled for a moment before he calmed down and turned over in the air to avoid it, but a group of bats flew over one after another almost at the same time, surrounding him.
Even though he tried his best to dodge, he was scratched by bats in several places, and there was burning pain from the wounds.
He secretly screamed that something was not good.
"ah!"
Mu Jingrui heard a cry, and the voice was very familiar.
He turned around and saw Zheng Zhixing being dragged by a group of bats by the shoulders.
"Zhixing." Mu Jingrui repelled the bat attack, jumped to Zheng Zhixing's side and rescued him, and whispered, "Follow me."
Zheng Zhixing was still in shock. Even though he had experienced fighting on the battlefield, the strange scene in front of him still made him panic.
Mu Jingrui looked around and found that the Holy Son was missing.
He knew that the Holy Son must be hiding in a corner and watching them secretly, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.
Mu Jingrui clenched the sword in his hand and pulled Zheng Zhixing to find two horses to leave first. He just took a few steps back, and the huge eagle swooped down again.
At this moment, he also felt the murderous aura coming from behind him.
"General Mu, be careful!"
Zheng Zhixing who was beside him violently knocked him away. At the critical moment, Mu Jingrui saw the five fingers of the imperial decree inserted into Zheng Zhixing's chest.
He was so shocked that he let go of his sword and pierced the heart of the Holy Son.
The Holy Son looked at Mu Jingrui, with an evil smile on his lips before he died.
The moment he fell to the ground, the group of bats seemed to become more restless, flying around, and then the eagle actually picked up his body and flew away.
"Zhixing?"
Mu Jingrui didn't care about anything else and hurried to Zheng Zhixing's side. He tore open Zheng Zhixing's clothes and saw five bloody holes under his shoulders, with black blood gushing out.
Zheng Zhixing foamed at the mouth, grabbed Mu Jingrui's wrist, and said vaguely: "Help me... I don't want to die... Save me..."
"Zhixing, don't worry, I will definitely save you."
At this moment, a trace of fear filled Mu Jingrui's heart, and chills ran down his spine.
He has never been afraid of life or death, but he is worried that if something happens to Zheng Zhixing, not only will Shangguan Wan Ning be sad, but it will also affect their relationship.
Mu Jingrui hurriedly clicked on several large acupuncture points on Zheng Zhixing's body and slowly injected his inner energy into his body.
Zheng Zhixing gradually fainted.
Only then did Mu Jingrui have time to check other situations.
The camp was attacked by bats. Although no one was killed, most of them were scratched by bats.
Mu Jingrui looked at the wound on his hand. Although it had scabbed, the surrounding area was purple-black.
His intuition told him that something bad was going to happen.
"Here comes someone."
"My subordinate is here."
"Send the order and postpone your return to the capital. All the injured brothers will live separately from the uninjured ones. Then we will send someone to find the leader of the barbarian tribe. I want to see him."
"yes."
The soldiers followed the order and left. Mu Jingrui immediately wrote a letter to Shangguan Wan Ning and asked the uninjured soldiers to take it back, but he concealed the fact that Zheng Zhixing was injured.
Mi Si arrived in the afternoon of the third day, and by this time some soldiers' wounds had begun to fester.
"How is it?" Mu Jingrui asked Mi Si while trying his best to suppress his anxiety.
Mi Si sighed and shook his head, as if he had something to hide.
"As things have come to this point, the clan leader doesn't have to worry. If you have anything to say, say it directly. I can accept it."
Mi Si looked up at Mu Jingrui, pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "General Mu, let me tell you the truth. People scratched by those bats will die of ulcers all over their bodies. There is no antidote."
Although Mu Jingrui was mentally prepared that things would be difficult to handle, he did not expect such an answer.
His whole body froze, his pupils dilated, and it was a little hard to accept.
"General Mu, have you seen the power of those bats? What do you think will happen if they are used in a march and a battle?"
An idea flashed in Mu Jingrui's mind.
"What the patriarch means is that... those bats cannot be used for fighting? So, what does it have to do with detoxification?"
If it could be used to fight, it would be invincible, and the barbarians would not be defeated so miserably.
"Since I have promised to live in peace with the Central Plains forever, I have nothing to hide. Raising and training those bats requires a lot of thought and time, and the only one who can summon them is the Holy Son."
"And summoning it once will prevent the Holy Son from recovering his power for several years. During this period, he will be very weak, and any adult man can kill him. Therefore, he will not use it unless it is a last resort."
"I see." Mu Jingrui frowned, "Is there really no way to detoxify it?"
"There is no cure with medicine, but...it can be cured with eagle blood."
A cold light flashed in Mu Jingrui's eyes.
"Is that the huge eagle?"
"Yes, this kind of eagle is unique. You may not be able to raise one for hundreds of years. It only obeys the orders of the Holy Son. Just wash the wound with eagle blood mixed with water."
Mu Jingrui secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it's not really hopeless.
"But..." Mi Si's face showed a troubled look again, "Except for the Holy Son, it may be difficult to find it. But your wounds will definitely spread to the whole body within ten days. The pain will be unbearable.
"
Mu Jingrui took a deep breath and said firmly: "As long as what the clan leader said is true, I will definitely be able to find the eagle. I will thank you again after we are safe."
Mu Jingrui's words were polite, but Mi Si saw murderous intent in his eyes.
He knew that if they died because of this, his people would also be buried with them.