Chapter 664

In the dark, they stood on the black sticky soil, holding torches high, nervously looking around for fear of giant mosquitoes. The golden flames set off their anxious and alert faces, and tonight's rectification and rest were completely disrupted by giant mosquitoes.

These black spotted giant mosquitoes, close to half human height, look at the sharp long blood suction tube, its belly a big bag of rotten blood, beat dead giant mosquitoes, the blood sac of rotten blood splashing everywhere, it's really creepy.

At this time, there were seven or eight giant mosquitoes on the ground that were killed by them. Their limbs were separated. They were not very different from ordinary mosquitoes, but they were surprisingly large.

Lu Qinan stares at the stench and bloodstains on the ground. He wants to kick the mosquito body again.

"... don't touch these mosquitoes!" Jun Zhimu's voice was impatient and roared.

Lu Qinan immediately raised his foot and stopped in mid air, looking at him in amazement.

As soon as the crab turned his head, he saw his injury clearly and said anxiously, "Jun Shao, your arm..." it was red and swollen, as if there were some water cysts. It seemed that the injury was very terrible.

"Giant mosquitoes have a layer of fine phosphorous powder. Don't touch them."

Jun Zhimu's tone was as calm as possible. His arm was itchy and his skin was burning.

"Don't worry, it may be more serious."

"Jun Shao, take off your coat first."

"... in my opinion, we'd better stay away from these dead mosquitoes, lest the phosphorous powder floating in the air can also touch our skin. That's bad."

Junzhimu was injured, and we all discussed nervously.

We dare not go too far 500 meters away from the original place. In the dead of night, we can't see a dark area around us. Who knows what kind of ghost we will encounter.

Junzhimu took off his coat. At that time, he accidentally touched the leg of the giant mosquito with his wrist and stained it with some phosphate powder. Unexpectedly, now his whole right arm is red and swollen, and there are water bubbles. It looks like his skin is rotting.

Itching, burning.

Jun Zhi Mu didn't shout pain, didn't shout itch, just frowned tightly, but the big guy knew that he must feel bad.

"... try this herb." Qiao bao'er takes the torch and turns over the grass on the side. She pulls out some herbs, takes a stone and hammers them to pieces. She picks up the herbs and applies them to Jun Zhimu's red and swollen arm.

Before everyone could see the yellow and green herb dregs in her hand, the injury on junzhimu's arm. Because of the stimulation of these herbs, the whole arm burned violently. Junzhimu's hands trembled and gasped.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't take junshao as the test object. Will you, your hands are damaged by you?"

Crab, a group of them are loyal to your shepherd. Even their hands tremble with pain. How painful it is.

When Qiao bao'er was scolded by them, he felt guilty. "I'll try..."

She remembers that once Samba was hunting in the forest, and her arm was also injured to the appearance of skin and flesh. Samba used this herb leaf to cover it at that time.

Junzhimu himself didn't look angry. He insisted on holding back the burning pain on his arm and said, "go to each other."

They stop talking, pick up sticks, light a fire and watch the night in turn.

"Does it hurt?" Qiao bao'er knew that junzhimu would not scold himself, but he still approached and asked.

Junzhimu didn't say it hurt or didn't say it didn't hurt. She just said, "it's OK."

I can bear it.

"Why don't you get rid of this herb, I'm not sure..." if the arm that really harmed Jun Zhimu became more serious, completely disfigured or disabled, she would feel guilty.

"It's not crippled. It's OK." How much is the injury? You are sure of it.

For him, if it doesn't hurt his muscles and bones, it doesn't affect his convenience in the future, it's nothing.

Looking at the woman beside her, Qiao bao'er tied up her long hair with a ball. She looked clean. She always carried a straw bag on her back. Her clothes were stained with dirty mud, and even her face was stained with mud. She suffered a lot in this place.

Every time junzhimu saw her embarrassed, his heart was always touched. Fortunately, she was not the kind of weak woman. If she cried, the environment was too bad, but he could not afford to give her a better environment.

"... if my arm gets ugly, you don't mind." He said that to her suddenly.

Qiao bao'er is stunned for a while, some don't understand.

Does she mind if his arm is the key?

Jun Zhimu likes to see her slow thinking. With a smile in her eyes and eyebrows, he reaches out his other hand to wipe off the mud mark on her face and says with a smile, "... I'm married. Do you mind these image problems? Just do you mind."

Qiao Baoer's face was flushed and said, "it's so ugly and frightening."

"... then I'll try to look better." Junzhimu tries to be humorous.

Qiao bao'er looked at him in amazement, and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Junzhimu doesn't know anything romantic and gentle. Even if they get together at this time, he won't take care of her too much. He doesn't take care of his own woman as other men do. It's really boring to marry a man like him.

Crabs and ghosts always look at them anxiously, but they don't dare to disturb them.

About three hours later, Jun Zhimu's right arm was covered with the yellow green herb residue. From the beginning, the strong stimulation, the burning pain was unbearable, and gradually slowed down. Without the previous itching, the burning sensation gradually subsided, and the skin of his arm was a little cool.

"... you can be our pharmacist." Your shepherd is not light, not heavy, praise a word.

Qiao bao'er finally felt relieved when he said this, and his face was like a flower with a smile, which made Jun Zhimu beside him look at it and feel a little lost for a moment.

I haven't seen her so happy for a long time.

"... sister-in-law, you said that the anti-inflammatory leaves, can help me eliminate the inflammation, I don't want to amputate." At the other end, the wounded man whose leg was bitten by a big carp took the opportunity to please and shout.

"Good."

Qiao bao'er worked very fast. He found some grass leaves he needed and hammered them with stones. Then he went over and began to apply medicine in a cruel and inhumane way. He grabbed a handful of herb dregs and slapped them on the wounded man's rotten feet. There was a howl of pain.

Sister in law, can you be more polite.

Lu Qinan and the old ghost both show sympathy, but fortunately Qiao bao'er is here. Although this is a half life, now the environment is dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Since then, they have no opinions on the yellow and green herbs that Qiao bao'er picked, and even help her pay more attention to picking and storing them for later use.

Qiao bao'er even wanted to take the broken body of the giant mosquito, "wrap it with big leaves, be careful not to touch the giant mosquito's Phosphorous powder, it's ok... Maybe it's also useful."

Qiao bao'er insisted on playing with the dangerous giant mosquito corpse. "Samba taught me before. It's called using everything. It's always useful."

Junzhimu didn't object at last.

It's a long night. They just spent half a day in this ghost place. They met such a strange creature, and they don't know what else.

Lu Qinan sighed, "I knew I would stay in Yeren island."

"I don't know what's going on in yerendao. Has the disease been controlled?"