"An alchemy master once studied it. The master dissected many corpses of mortals who had been chewing Jieyoucao for many years, and said that their brains had undergone irreversible changes."
"This is no longer a matter of eradicating the toxicity. What is needed is a magic elixir or magic talisman that can revive the dead, flesh and bones, in order to cure it."
"Such an elixir talisman exists, but how can it be used on mortals?"
After Huang Fuzi talked about it, Chen Yang finally came to his senses and realized that the spiritual talisman was involved, so he made the rare opening.
He just turned around and put this thought aside, frowning tightly.
"Since it can't be cut off and the elixir is hard to come by, what will happen to the hundreds of millions of grass chewers in the end?"
Chen Yang asked while thinking.
Qiu Jiansheng said indifferently: "Mortals are like grass on the grass, and they have been replaced in a few decades."
"As long as the source of worry grass is cut off, the next generation will naturally have no problem."
Chen Yang was speechless.
He understood.
"Thank you, there is no need to solve it. Once all those grass chewers die, it will be metabolized naturally. That's it."
Chen Yang's eyes swept over the faces of Mo Buchou, Qiu Jiansheng, and Huang Fuzi, but when he saw that they all looked so disapproving and so natural, his heart sank.
"Hundreds of millions of people~..."
"Huh~"
Chen Yang exhaled a breath and said to Mr. Yu: "Old Yu, did you hear it?"
"This thing cannot be touched, neither by you nor the people in the mine."
He said this from the standpoint of worship. In fact, what Chen Yang cared about was not such a mine, but that he really did not want to see a similar disaster happen again.
Mr. Yu swallowed his saliva until his mouth was dry, and he nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.
He knew a few worshipers who used the weed to make wine.
I just never knew this thing was so scary.
In Mo Buchou's yard, many potted plants were placed in a grand manner, all of which were covered with worry-free grass.
Every time they drank, Mo Buchou would ask Mr. Yu to pick some and soak them in the wine.
It's not like Mr. Yu has never thought about whether this is a good thing to prolong life. He also thought about getting some back for his old wife who is in poor health.
It was only because of his respect for immortal cultivators that Mr. Yu did not dare.
until......
today!
Before Mr. Yu went to pick Chen Yang up, Mo Buchou called him into his yard and gave him a scolding, telling him that he would have to wear small shoes for Chen Yang later, which would cause inconvenience and that it was best to force him to leave.
Mr. Yu had been a yes-man for a full hour, but he had no intention of complying.
He couldn't afford to offend anyone with two offerings, and the respect Chen Yang gave him was something that few immortal cultivators had ever given him before.
When leaving Mo Buchou's yard, Mo Buchou asked him to get the Jieyoucao to make wine.
Mr. Yu didn't know which of the tendons was wrong, so he actually took some more. Anyway, he could plant a whole yard of potted plants, and even if there were a few missing pieces of grass, he wouldn't be able to find them even if they were left to dry.
Recently, Mr. Yu's old wife has been in poor health. She coughs all night long, and her originally plump body has become thinner.
Yu Lao'er also planned to take the Jieyoucao wrapped in his sleeve back after the banquet and give it to his wife to eat to see if it would have any effect.
Now, after hearing what this Worm-Free Grass is? and what happens to mortals who eat Worry-Free Grass, Yu Laoer's whole body feels bad. His face is pale, his back is covered with sweat, and his hands and feet are trembling.
In Yu Laoer's heart, he was shouting: "It's almost, just a little bit."
He knew in his heart that if he really touched this grass, his wife's life would be first and the whole family's life would be second.
He will die at any time, he will die.
Old Yu was feeling lingering fear, and if he felt something, he subconsciously raised his head and met Mo Buchou's cold eyes.
Their eyes met, as if Mr. Yu opened the lid of Tianling, there was a bucket of ice water, which he poured down on his head, until it was cold to the soles of his feet...