When everyone was at a loss what to do, Bai Luhan who was standing aside spoke.
But he saw her take a step forward and said: "Instead of worrying about whether to hand over the Evil King's remains, it's better to think about how to save people."
"Master Shenhua has deep inner strength. Why don't we pierce the seven meridians and use our inner strength to help him force out the poison?"
"You little girl, you are the only one who can do it!"
Hearing Bai Luhan's words, Aji rolled his eyes and said, "This seven-vein dispersing poison is not a profound method, how can we not know about it?"
"If it is an ordinary poison, it is indeed feasible to use this method to disperse the poison."
"But the body of Master Shenzhen is filled with rotting corpse poison. This poison rots flesh and blood and harms the Qi meridians. The most important thing is that it does not go through the seven meridians at all. Your seven meridians method of dispersing the poison is useless!"
"You still call yourself Haotian Swordsman, you don't even know this..."
As soon as Aji said this, Bai Luhan's body stiffened.
She didn't expect that this rotten corpse poison, with its ordinary name, could be so powerful.
"Then...there is no other way to cure this rotten corpse poison?"
After being shocked, Bai Luhan asked.
"Although the rotten corpse poison is powerful, it is not intractable..."
At this time, the silent Si Jianming finally spoke: "But the great thing about rotten corpse poison is not its toxicity, but that it is extremely difficult to detoxify. The existing detoxification methods are all laborious and laborious..."
"Lord Divine Catcher was deeply injured by the cold sword energy of the Evil King's Thirteen Swords. Coupled with the rotten corpse poison entering his body, he simply cannot last long."
"Senior brother... Mu Qianshan must have calculated these accurately before taking action."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone present fell into silence.
Mu Qianshan's calculations were so deep and his thoughts so vicious that everyone was helpless.
"Hey, old money fan..."
When everyone was silent, Aji looked at Wang Ye and said, "In this case, you should say something."
"Talk nonsense!"
Hearing this, Wang Ye rolled his eyes and said, "Mu Qianshan is not a fool, how could he leave you a way out to detoxify?"
"When people do this, they are repaying others with their own methods..."
"But Master Shenhua saved us, so we can't just sit idly by!"
After hearing Wang Ye's words, Aji spoke.
"I didn't say sit back and watch."
Hearing this, Wang Ye pinched his neck and said: "I have said before that if Master Shenquan cannot survive this time, I will definitely ask Mr. Zhang from the longevity store to make a red lacquer coffin, paper figures and horses, chanting sutras and flags
A lot of the same, give him a grand burial..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked towards Wang Ye.
Now that the Divine Catcher is still lying on the bed panting, Wang Ye has even considered a grand burial...
"Hey, you old money geek..."
At this time, Aji looked at Wang Ye and said: "The man and the god are still breathing, so you are thinking of giving him a grand burial. Isn't this a curse on the god to return to the west?"
"Then what can I do?"
When the time came, Wang Ye asked back: "I'm just an inn owner. I don't know martial arts and I don't have medical skills. If I want to help, I can only be buried in glory. What else do you want?"
"You're so capable, why don't you help Shenzhen detoxify him?"
"I…"
As soon as Wang Ye said this, Aji didn't know how to answer for a while.
"alright…"
At this moment, Si Jianming took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, please leave first and let me be alone..."
As he spoke, Si Jianming felt extremely melancholy, as if he was having a fierce battle in his heart.
Seeing this appearance, everyone shook their heads.
Immediately, they turned around and walked out of the room of Shenzhen.
…
After coming out of Shenzhen's room, Wang Ye ordered Aji and Bai Luhan to tidy up the messy hall.
He returned to his room and prepared to rest.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s a divine arrest or Si Jianming.
None of these things had much impact on Wang Ye.
No matter how difficult this matter is to handle, it is still Si Jianming's own business, and it is up to him to decide how to make the decision.
Why do you want to mess around with someone after you open an inn?
Thinking of this, Wang Ye shook his head.
This newcomer to the martial arts world is really inferior to every generation, and he can do even the smallest things that are earth-shattering...
Bang bang bang…
Just as Wang Ye was thinking secretly, there was a knock on the door.
"Shopkeeper Wang, are you asleep?"
Following the knock on the door, Si Jianming's voice came from outside the door.
What the hell...
Hearing Si Jianming's voice, Wang Ye felt helpless.
Doesn’t this grandson need to be alone?
Why did you find your room again?
"I slept!"
Thinking of this, Wang Ye said impatiently: "Let's talk about anything tomorrow..."
"Shopkeeper Wang, Jian Ming has just been thinking about it, and he feels increasingly bored and unstoppable. He wants to invite you for a drink."
At this time, Si Jianming's voice continued to come from outside the door: "Please give me a favor from Shopkeeper Wang..."
Accompanied by this sound, there was also a fifty-tael silver note hidden in the crack of the door...
Feeling depressed and unstoppable?
Wang Ye was startled when he heard Si Jianming's words.
Why do these words sound so ambiguous?
Could it be that this boy Si Jianming has the habit of cutting off Long Yang’s sleeves?
Thinking of this, Wang Ye got goosebumps.
"Hi!"
At the same time, he said impatiently to the door: "This is not a matter of money. I am already lying down. If there is anything, I will talk about it tomorrow..."
"Jianming just invited Shopkeeper Wang to drink, he had no other intention..."
After hearing Wang Ye's words, Si Jianming's voice continued: "Please appreciate it from Shopkeeper Wang..."
As he spoke, there was another banknote in the crack of the door.
"Oh, okay..."
Glancing at the banknote in the crack of the door, Wang Ye sighed softly: "I'm unlucky to know you, kid!"
With that said, Wang Ye stood up, put the two banknotes into his arms, and opened the door at the same time: "Come in!"
The door opened, and Si Jianming walked in carrying a pot of flower carvings.
"I'm going to say something ugly in front of you, drink two drinks and leave quickly..."
After letting Si Jianming come in, Wang Ye said impatiently: "Also, I only like Mao Mei and have no interest in men. Don't have other ideas..."
"yes…"
After hearing Wang Ye's words, Si Jianming responded.
He placed the Huadiao wine on the table, poured a glass and handed it to Wang Ye, and said: "Just now Jian Ming thought about it, but he felt more and more conflicted..."
"Handing over the Evil King's Scroll can save the life of the Divine Catcher, but if Mu Qianshan masters the Thirteen Swords of the Evil King in the future, he will definitely seek revenge from his master."
"But if you don't hand over the Thirteen Swords of the Evil King, Lord Divine Catcher's life will be in danger..."
"so what?"
Taking the drink from Si Jianming, Wang Ye raised his eyelids and asked.
"So Jian Ming is wondering if there is a way to save the life of the God Catcher without having to hand over the Evil King's remains..."
Speaking of this, Si Jianming's voice became deeper.
"have…"
Looking at Si Jianming in front of him, Wang Ye said.