Chapter 487： Refining medicine

The blood ticked down the hole and fell into the soup, and some of it flowed out along the lid, even staining the lid red.

The two of them couldn't see the situation there, but gradually, as An Rushuang lost more and more blood, a rustling sound began to sound like just now.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the joy in each other's eyes.

Although there are ghosts and worms here, as long as the ghosts and worms can be drawn out, it will be fine.

A smile appeared on An Rushuang's pale face from the loss of blood.

The old man couldn't bear to see her like this, but a little girl had to endure this...

"Okay, okay, it's enough, are you going to drain all your blood?"

With that said, he reached out to lift the lid.

"No!"

An Rushuang stopped him directly and said quickly: "If we get them out, we can't control it at all."

The old man knew in his heart that this thing is indeed not very easy to control, and he asked, "Then what are you going to do?"

An Rushuang said solemnly: "Use this to draw them out."

With that said, she pointed to her wound that was still bleeding.

There is too little blood in it, it is definitely not enough for them to eat, and now, if there is blood in this hole, it will definitely attract all the ghosts and worms to go outside.

An Rushuang found a jar and dripped a lot of blood. Then she inserted a round tube into the jar and connected the tube to the hole just now.

"How are you?"

The old man couldn't bear to look at An Rushuang's pale and weak appearance.

This Meng Li saved the people of the world in his last life, otherwise, how could he get such a good wife?

An Rushuang shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's just a little blood loss."

With that said, she stretched out her hand to take out a silver needle in her arms and pierced it directly on the acupuncture point. The blood slowly condensed on the hideous wound.

Then, she stood up abruptly, but her body shook twice, and she almost fell to the ground.

The old man quickly stretched out his hand to help her, frowned and looked at her.

Some blood loss? Is this called blood loss?

He see, this girl is about to let out half of her blood.

Thinking like this, he sighed and waved his hand: "Go and lie down first, old man, I'll be busy, watch here!"

An Rushuang shook his head very resolutely, and said solemnly: "You don't understand the habits of this ghost, let me come!"

As she said, she slowly sat aside, looking at the jar with a pair of eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

The old man sighed in his heart, and subconsciously looked at the jar, only to see that the round tube supported by the cloth was strange at this time and began to bulge slowly.

The bulge advanced quickly, and then fell into the jar.

Then, another bulge moved quickly.

The old man couldn't help trembling in his heart, this ghost, he could not eat for three days!

After a while, seeing that there hadn't been a bulge for a long time, the two looked at each other, An Rushuang stretched out his hand and tore off the tube.

Pinch the tube with one hand and threw the whole jar directly at the bottom of the tank.

It was about the influence of the mouse skin and flesh. Then, countless ghosts and insects crawled out of the small jar. For a while, the jar seemed to have changed color.

But because they didn't **** a lot of blood, they looked just a little red and pink. Compared with the dark ghosts and bugs, they looked a little more pleasing to the eye.

It's just that the things that are pleasing to the eye, as long as there are more, will always be creepy.

After closing the lid of the big tank, the two turned their heads to look at the bubbling soup. At this time, they went to observe and there was nothing strange in the soup.

An Rushuang and the old man breathed a sigh of relief when the door creaked and was pushed open.

The two turned their heads and looked over, only to see Du Yongzheng standing apologetically outside the door, seeing An Rushuang, and hurriedly said: "I...I woke up at this time, madam, you go and rest first. , I came to see the general."

When An Rushuang saw him, she couldn't help but smile a little, she said very simply: "No, if you are fine, can you do me another favor?"

At this time, don't say that one is busy, if it is three or four, Du Yong will definitely answer it all at once.

"Madam, please tell me, don't disagree with me like this, just ask if anything happens!"

An Rushuang curled her lips: "Then you, go and catch two mice for me."

Before she finished her words, Du Yong responded directly: "Don't worry, isn't it just a mouse...Huh? A mouse?"

Du Yong, who had just reacted, stared at An Rushuang with eyes wide open.

An Rushuang nodded: "Yes, mouse. It's used to test the medicine."

She briefly explained, Du Yong's heart suddenly became clear, and he nodded and said: "Don't worry, I will be back soon."

Most of Du Yong will not hesitate in matters of General Meng.

Moreover, speaking of it, Du Yong is younger, and his efficiency is estimated to be higher than that of the old man on the side.

Sure enough, not long after, the soup in the soup cup was not even cold, and Du Yong's excited shout came from outside.

"What do you think of these two?!"

He shouted loudly and slammed open the door in front of him with his body.

The old man's hand that wanted to open the door suddenly stopped in place, and he was very embarrassed.

Du Yong didn't have any mood to pay attention to him. He ran into the house excitedly, with sweat on his face, and put the cage in his hand directly in front of An Rushuang.

"Look at them, they are all greasy and slippery big mice, and I don't even want those skinny ones! How about it, can it be used?"

An Rushuang looked at him with hopeful eyes, and a drop of sweat fell on his forehead.

"Yes, good."

With that said, An Rushuang glanced through the cage, and couldn't help but breathe in the air.

Sure enough, they are slick and slippery "big" mice. Compared with the old man who caught them, one is going to beat the other two.

This head looks really crippled.

An Rushuang smiled stiffly.

Then, she drew out some soup, mixed with carrion, and threw it to the rat in the cage.

To be safe, they threw the cage directly into a huge vase, and then waited quietly for a long time.

Half an hour passed...

An hour has passed...

Two hours passed...

An Rushuang's eyes were sour, but still did not dare to be distracted, and the old man was lying on his stomach, already breathing evenly.

The endless night also slowly passed.

When the first ray of sunlight hit An Rushuang's body at dawn, she felt a warmth in this almost frozen room.

And then, she looked at the cage and looked at the big mouse still alive, her lips curled up slowly.