Chapter Fifty-Eight: Poisonous Wound Medicine
"No need for an antidote? What do you mean?"
"Once there is no cure, there is no cure, but there is no need for an antidote. Your current condition is stable, in fact, it is the same as having a minor illness, at most it is just a little itchy on your body, find some clever doctors to check your body well, and use some ordinary medicine to cure it before the symptoms occur, this plague is so powerful that it can be quickly catalyzed by reacting to blood. In fact, neither contagious nor powerful is very powerful. And the difficulty of treating this disease is not much more difficult than treating ordinary diseases, and with a good doctor, this disease is simply easy. ”
Zhao Hong was noncommittal to the wizard's words, and just said: "You are with me these days, and I will go wherever I go." Until I felt like I had no problem. ”
Speaking of this, the wizard knew that Zhao Hong was not going to kill him, so he hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you Immortal Great Wizard, thank you Immortal Great Wizard!"
Zhao Hong took out a bottle of wound medicine from his arms, and then instructed the wizard to deal with his bleeding severed hand.
Zhao Hong helped collect some dry branches and piled them on the ground, took out flints and lit fires.
The wizard also knew the current situation, his hand had been knocked off, it had been completely destroyed, and until now, the wound was still bleeding, and if he didn't stop the bleeding quickly, he was afraid that he would bleed to death.
Just now he has been holding his wrist with his hand to reduce bleeding, but unfortunately it has little effect, now the blood has been left on the ground, and he himself is already colorless, thanks to the fact that he is not the kind of wizard who has no combat power, he also belongs to a war witch, the type of battle with the strength of his own warrior with witchcraft, his physical fitness is strong, and his will is strong enough to barely support it until now, but even this is almost to the limit.
Zhao Hong raised the fire, grabbed the wizard's severed hand and stretched it in, the wizard knew that there was no other way to stop the bleeding in this wilderness, and he didn't even struggle, so he took the initiative to cooperate with Zhao Hong and cauterize the wound.
After the fire, the wound was closed, and the blood was no longer lost, but the pain of being burned on the fire also made the wizard sweat all over his body, so painful, this wizard actually didn't say a word, it can be seen that he is also a tough guy.
But the more this is the case, the heavier Zhao Hong's vigilance becomes, a person with such a strong will can actually be so easily subdued as himself, is it really the deterrent power of the psychic wizard that makes him succumb? The psychic wizard is indeed a deterrent, Zhao Hong has heard some of it over the years, but Zhao Hong is still not sure.
Zhao Hong casually took out a medicine bag, which was still on the ground.
"Take care of your wounds, don't just die. Zhao Hong's voice was cold.
The wizard hurriedly picked up the medicine bag, opened it, looked at it and sniffed it, and immediately determined that this was an excellent wound medicine, which was actually left by Jing Donglu to Zhao Hong.
The wizard held the medicine bag in one hand, and his heart suddenly moved, thinking that if he had come out with something earlier, he would not have needed to burn his wounds by the fire.
Then he glanced up at Zhao Hong, and when he saw Zhao Hong's cold eyes, he seemed to understand the reason.
So he muttered in a low voice: "It's really worthy of being a psychic wizard, and his heart is vicious, he did it on purpose." It's to see me being grilled by the flames, and then throwing out this packet of medicine. ”
"Humph!"
Zhao Hong snorted coldly, he felt that the wizard was completely nonsense, but it didn't matter what he thought.
The wizard also knew that he really needed this medicine, and the wizard still had some research on the medicine, confirming that there was no problem with this medicine, and now that Zhao Hong can give himself this good medicine, it seems that he will really not hurt himself. After all, Zhao Hong was infected with the plague and needed himself, and he would not harm himself at this moment.
So the wizard hurriedly applied these medicines to his wounds.
Zhao Hong's face was silent, but he was sneering in his heart, where did he believe in people so easily, there was something in the package of medicine just now.
A small piece of Blood Crystal Stone Poison was obtained from the Privy Secret Place, which was used to locate the entrance to the Secret Place.
Zhao Hong scraped off some small amount of powder that was difficult to see with the naked eye from above and put it on his body in case of emergency.
Just now, he had contaminated the powder with his own breath, and then mixed it with the medicinal powder, and at this moment, the powder of the blood crystal glazed stone poison had entered the wizard's body along with the wound.
Soon, the wizard would become a slave to Zhao Hong.
At that time, Zhao Hong can fully believe his words, just like the people in the Privy Sect believe Zhao Hong. The difference is that Zhao Hong understands that the blood crystal stone poison can detoxify, but this person cannot.
Zhao Hong believed that this wizard would not have read the solution chapter and be able to remove the blood crystal stone poison by himself.
Of course, after being poisoned by this poison, the life span of this wizard will not be too long, and sooner or later the whole body will be assimilated into red crystals, and then it will be the end of this person's life.
"What are you bringing these people here for? I don't believe you passed by by accident. ”
The wizard nodded, agreeing with Zhao Hong's statement: "That's true, we knew that you were going this way, so we followed it all the way." ”
The wizard bit his lip, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Actually, I made up my mind to kill you. While you're on our kill list, it doesn't necessarily mean yours right now. Our real purpose is Jingdong Valley in the Thorn War Hall, I am a member of the Blood Tongue Hunting Regiment, and I believe that as you should know about our Bloody Tongue Hunting Regiment. We were hired to participate in the war in the White Snake Land, originally there were limited masters in the White Snake Land, and we were ready to set the main target in other places, but our people died in the White Snake Land one after another, and later we heard that Jingdong Valley suddenly appeared in the White Snake City, and he was very likely to be ready to support the city lord of the Hundred Snake City, which is a big threat to us, and it will affect us almost, to deal with this kind of master, we naturally have to make careful arrangements. ”
"Our first batch of people died after coming here, and it can already be determined that it has something to do with you, that group of holy warriors and evil beasts originally planned to occupy Lintian Mountain and directly threaten White Snake City, but now except for the corpse of a giant bull that has been successfully transformed into an evil seed, the rest are all destroyed, and the above is extremely angry and decided to kill you. However, for the hunting group, you are just a disease of scabies and can be dealt with at any time, while Jingdong Valley is a big problem.
Zhao Hong smiled: "Even if I am a disease of scabies and not worthy of attention, it will not be your turn to kill me, is it true that the people of the Blood Tongue Hunting Group look down on me so much? Or is there no one in the Bloody Tongue Hunting Group anymore?"
The wizard didn't know if it was because of excessive blood loss or because of what Zhao Hong said, his face was pale at the moment.