Chapter 180

"Well, I promise to go anywhere! Let's go

Muyu said excitedly that he would like to fight with those young people who were in their infancy again. He was suffocated after staying in this place for several months. Withered wood is not an object that can relieve boredom. Xiao Shuai and Lao Longteng only scold each other with "big earthworm" and "little mouse" every day. He can't find a person who can speak normally.

"You want, in my name, in my name."

"Let me be your master." Mu Yu can't wait to go out. Although he didn't mention the apprenticeship in the past few months, he really taught Muyu as an apprentice.

Dead wood directly ignored Mu Yu's words, Muyu likes to play with his mouth, he has been used to it. In fact, the half a year spent with Mu Yu has made his temper much better, because Muyu likes to make jokes every day, no matter big or small. If dead wood cares about Muyu too much, he will be half angry every day, and the gain is not worth the loss.

It is a luxury for Muyu to leave the valley and breathe fresh air. He keeps looking at the green mountains and waters in the distance, occasionally passing by the ordinary cottages, and occasionally seeing the monks flying through the air. This kind of free day is what he wants.

Long Teng did not come out, only Xiao Shuai came out with Muyu to rub food. Every time he came back, he would bring some food for them. Unfortunately, the food was basically put into Xiao Shuai's stomach. Xiao Shuai, the king of stomach, could not fill his stomach.

"I'm going to eat drumsticks. I'll buy lots of them this time." Xiao Shuai is suffocating. For half a year, he hasn't really opened his stomach to eat, even though he can't eat enough.

Dead wood with wooden feather stops in a remote village, which is a little dead. There is a sense of resentment over the village. Something is wrong.

"Plague." Said the dead wood.

Plague is a fatal infectious disease for ordinary people, and also the biggest disease killer of ordinary people.

"Are we here to save them?" Muyu walked into the village and found that many people had dark eyes and coughing. Some people had been carried out under straw mats, and those carrying them were pale.

"You, you, your task, service, service is to save and save..."

"Save them. I see. "

Muyu finished speaking for the dead wood. His face was a little dignified. He knew the cause of the plague, how they destroyed the body tissue and how they caused complications. Muyu saw a kind of poison in the poison classic, which was made from the blood of patients suffering from plague.

But mu Yu was surprised. Why did the dead wood let him save people? In his impression, people who play poison like dead wood should be harmful.

"Don't you cause this plague, sir?"

The withered wood glanced at Mu Yu, and he knew what Muyu was thinking: "the people who play and play with poison, people, may not, definitely, will come to harm, harm and harm people."

"Don't you still use poison to save people?" Mu Yu felt that he had stayed with the dead wood for half a year and didn't know much about this man.

"I, I, my poison, only save ordinary people." The dead wood stepped forward and touched a little child's forehead. The little girl curled up in the chair, shivering, breathing slowly, and the vitality was slowly flowing away from her body.

"You are still a good man Mu Yu's heart a song, he thought of the dead wood often go out, "every time you go out to leave the valley is to save ordinary people?"

Dead wood did not answer him, just waved to let Mu Yu pass.

"Save her." Said the dead wood.

Every time he leaves the valley, withered wood does go to save people. In fact, he is not bad at all. He studies poison, but his aim is to save people with poison. He advocates the way of attacking poison with poison, but the world doesn't like poison, so people who play with poison think badly.

Mu Yu felt that his view on dead wood had to be changed. He carefully recalled the introduction of pestilence in the book of poison. The little girl's plague is a plague caused by mice. For pestilence, there is a more effective way to cure the pestilence than the common herbal medicine.

"One coin for lingcao, five for burying Ergen, and two for Liuqu..." Muyu has recited the "poison classic" for half a year. He will tell the herbs immediately.

The dead wood nodded with satisfaction and threw a heaven and earth bag to Mu Yu, which contained a variety of herbs, just like a herb bag. These herbs can be made into lethal poisons or antidotes, depending on how they are used.

The pestilence powder given to Muyu just now is based on Muyu. Muyu knows why the dead wood does this.

Xiao Shuai is silent. He knows how to eliminate these diseases. He has his own unique talent in this respect. For the dead wood detoxification method is more respected, the way to fight poison with poison is often easier to cure. However, this method needs to be very careful to grasp the composition of each poison. If there is any mistake, it will cause death.

The method of making poison is the same as that of alchemy. Alchemy is more for the cultivation of practitioners, and poison making is for saving people according to the saying of dead wood.Although the "poison classic" records the configuration methods of various poisons, each poison has detailed detoxification methods. In fact, this is a complete book of detoxification, which is just unknown to outsiders.

Muyu worked hard to prepare the antidote. He didn't want to see so many innocent lives die like this. Ordinary people don't have spiritual power in their bodies, so Muyu can't cure them with his own spiritual power, and so can Xiao Shuai.

"I'm sorry. I think too bad of you. " Mu Yu immediately felt the image of the dead wood was tall.

"Call, master," the dead wood snorted.

Muyu chuckled, "No. It's different. "

"Stink, boy." Withered wood also began to prepare antidotes for these mortals. Sometimes he would stare at Mu Yu and ponder, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, at this time, a strong Yin Qi suddenly rose from the outside of the village. Muyu looked at the dead wood in a puzzled way. The dead wood raised his head, frowned, and disappeared in place with the wooden feather.

Two ghostly people walked into the village. The two people were filled with Yin Qi, and the huge breath covered the whole village. Muyu was surprised in the dark. They were the people of the ghost gate!

"This is the fifth plague village, but the soul is not enough." One of the ghost men scanned the whole village and shook his head.

"The ancestor of the nine ghosts ordered us to find a thousand more mortal souls. In addition, there are still more than 100 missing from this village." The humanity of another ghost gate.

"It's a pity that we can't kill these mortals directly. The souls of mortals who naturally die are pure. What a trouble! It's really a lot of trouble to produce pestilence secretly to collect souls. "

Muyu is extremely angry. Is this plague distributed by the people of the ghost gate?

Muyu turned to look at the dead wood, but the dead wood had disappeared, and then turned to the ghost door people. The two ghost door people were lying on the ground. They were green all over, and the dead wood was looking at them with evil spirit on their faces.

Muyu didn't expect the dead wood to make such a decisive move. The two ghost gate people died tragically. Their whole bodies turned green and died of poisoning.

"No wonder so many plagues have been rampant these days. It's really the ghosts of the ghost gate." The dead wood groaned.

"What shall we do?" Muyu also felt very angry, the people of the ghost gate even made such a cruel thing. Think of the ghost xuanyue want to get the soul of millions of people in the desert mountain, this ghost gate is really damned!

As soon as the dead wood hand spread out, a pale and illusory soul was held in his hand.

"Who are you?" It was one of the ghost disciples just now. He was the only one left by the dead wood. The other ghost disciple and their twins were directly killed by the dead wood.

"How brave you are! How dare you kill mortals with the triple Palace on your back Wood feather angry way.

The ghost door disciple showed a cruel smile: "the lives of ordinary people are nothing. The triple palace just forbids us to kill the practitioners without permission. There are not so many restrictions on ordinary people."

"What do you want so many mortal souls to do?" Mu Yu said in a deep voice that he didn't want to argue with the people of the ghost gate. In the eyes of the ghost gate, there was no concept of life, only the soul was supreme.

The ghost disciple shook his head and said, "do you think I will tell you? Let me go as soon as possible. You should know what will happen if you offend us

The dead wood did not speak, but took out a white potion and weighed it in his hand.

"I don't, like, interrogate." Dead wood directly poured the white Potion on the ghost disciple's soul. The ghost disciple screamed, and then his eyes became dull and his cold expression faded.

"A panacea?" Mu Yu blinked, "this thing also works for the soul?"

According to the book of poison, there is Yanling grass on the top of the north mountain. This herb is very poisonous. If you smell its fragrance, your brain will not be able to do anything. You will answer what others ask, and you can't tell a lie. Yanlingcao is the best way to interrogate criminals. Unfortunately, it is difficult to pick because no one can resist its fragrance.

Dead wood, a poison playing expert, is a piece of cake if he wants to pick this grass, but Muyu doesn't know that the poison can also be used for the soul.

"I do, specialize, deal with, ghost gate." The dead wood put the bottle away, "you ask."

Muyu shrugged his shoulders and let the stuttering dead wood interrogate the prisoner. I'm afraid it's a tormenting thing for the prisoner. This kind of thing is naturally left to Muyu to deal with.

"What do you do with mortal souls?" Mu Yu asked.

"The ancestor of the nine lives of ghosts wanted to refine the nine formations of seizing houses with mortal souls and demon spirits of the demon clan." The ghost disciple replied mechanically.

"What is the nine battle of seizing the house?" Mu Yu continued to ask.

"One of the ten big demon king's bodies that want to take the life of the king of ghosts." The ghost disciple replied honestly. It is said that the body of the demon king is immortal. They have transformed themselves from demons into human bodies. Their bodies are as hard as iron and can not be invaded by any means. It is not a dream for people like ghosts to take away the body of demon king and control the soul to achieve the goal of immortality.

Muyu was surprised and said, "didn't the ten demon kings disappear thousands of years ago?""The ten demon kings can't be killed. They are just sealed by Terran power. GUI Jiuming Laozu found the White Ape demon king from the demon clan... " The ghost disciple suddenly stopped talking. His eyes widened, and his soul gradually became illusory and disappeared into pieces.

"Master, why is he gone?" Mu Yu looks at the dead wood in doubt. He hasn't got any useful information yet!

The dead wood slowly explained that the poison of spiritual expression could not last long for the soul. It was good to be able to say so much.

"Youmeng's comeback, human beings have been bothered enough. How can the demon clan show signs of activity?" Muyu remembers that at the beginning of Mount Fulong in the Moyun mountains, Youmeng created a large number of demon clans, and controlled them all. The demon clan has a strong combat power. If they stand on the side of Youmeng and become the tool of Yumeng to deal with human beings, the consequences will be very serious.

"What can we do, master?" Mu Yu asked.

The dead wood glanced at the plume and said, "don't do it."

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