Lin Changxi's peach blossom eyes bloomed with twinkling light, she raised her hand and rubbed Lin Chu's hair: "Okay."
Without a word of unnecessary nonsense, I walked to the big tree at the foot of the mountain and sat down.
Lin Zhi: "..." Could it be that what he just said didn't mean the same thing? Why is the gap in responses so...so big?
"Bring the golden sore medicine." Lin Chu spread his hands toward Ying.
Ying Yi was a dull gourd and handed the entire bottle of golden sore medicine to Lin Chu. The man pulled out the cork of the bottle and poured out the golden sore medicine.
"Sixth Master!" Ying Yi's eyelids twitched in shock: "This medicine... is precious."
Lin Chu smeared the blood from his fingertips on the mouth of the bottle, raised his eyebrows and looked at Ying Yi with a half-smile, "Any comments?"
Yingyi lowered his head: "I don't dare."
Lin Chu opened his eyes, shook the blood-smeared medicine bottle at the wound on Duanmuyan's forehead, and suddenly threw it five feet away.
"this……."
Even though Ying Yi was used to seeing wind and waves, he was still so frightened by what he saw that he almost flew up.
The skin of Duanmuyan's neck is becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye. The purple blood vessels covered by the skin can be clearly seen.
Now, there are densely packed black spots the size of sesame seeds growing in those blood vessels. But those black spots are actually alive, and they are swarming towards the wound on Duanmuyan's forehead and heart with lightning speed.
In the blink of an eye, the jade-white complexion on her beautiful face turned into a distorted black due to the active black spots.
boom!
Ying Yi's scalp was numb as he looked at it, and the wound on Duanmuyan's forehead suddenly expanded into an irregular circle. After that, black spots poured out and rushed towards the bottle five feet away.
It was only then that Ying Yi saw clearly that the black dots were actually weird bugs with long legs and thin feet. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have been able to believe that when two inconspicuous bugs were put together, they could be as powerful as thunder.
However, this kind of spectacle is not shocking, only... disgusting!
Lin Zhi's face was pale, not nearly collapsed like Ying Yi. His long and narrow phoenix eyes stared at Lin Chu for a moment, and then his eyes set off a dark and mysterious cloud.
Lin Chu only focused on looking at Duanmuyan. When her skin color returned to normal, he suddenly ran towards the porcelain bottle five feet away, quickly closed the cork, threw it into the gap between the fallen leaves on one side, and took a handful of fire sticks.
ignite.
The bottle trembled in the fire, and from time to time there was a thunderous and eerie sound.
Duanmuyan's body followed the sound in the bottle, sometimes bouncing up and sometimes twisting like a willow. Until the sound disappeared in the flames, both sides fell into deathly silence at the same time.
"It's done." Lin Chu raised his hand and touched the sweat on his forehead, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Ying Yi, go put out the fire."
"The Ten Thousand Blood Curse...is broken?" Lin Zhi raised his eyebrows and answered the question firmly.
"Yes." Lin Chu raised his eyes, and the light in his eyes was as bright as the stars: "Old Ghost Bai acted in a hurry, and he didn't have enough blood to kill tens of thousands of souls. Otherwise, the gods couldn't save her."
Judging from this meaning, Bai Wuchang did not originally intend to use the Ten Thousand Blood Curse on Duan Muyan. It was difficult to do it in a hurry, and he still used it forcefully even though he knew it would not work.
Why?
"After returning to Shangjing, unless necessary, do not expose your many southern Xinjiang secret skills to others."
Lin Chu was full of thoughts when she suddenly heard a man's melodious and pitiful voice ringing in her ears. She raised her head in shock and saw Lin Zhi's eyes were as bright as a torch, with darkness surging in his eyes.
The man was clearly standing in the sunlight, but his whole body was surrounded by impenetrable darkness.
“The government and the public are quite wary of people from southern Xinjiang,” he said.
The corner of Lin Chu's lips curled up slightly: "You yourself, don't you also stay up all night doing the Southern Xinjiang art?"
Hypnosis, spells. As a native of Xichu, shouldn’t these things be unheard of?
Lin Zhi pursed his lips, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips and teeth, but it did not reach his eyes. The look made people feel unspeakable sadness: "You and I are...different."