Lou Wangshu floated to Zhou Yanan's head to observe her face, her pointed nose almost poked her face, and she snapped her fingers and said: "Tuberculosis, bronchiectasis, lung cancer, pneumonia, lung abscess, heart disease, peptic ulcer, liver cirrhosis, stomach cancer, choose one of the nine, welcome to take a seat." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info"She has been an emergency doctor for a long time before her death, so she is naturally very numb to birth, old age, sickness and death, and her tone is quite cheerful.

Sister Yan couldn't hear her talk like this, and said sadly: "If you say one more word, I don't mind beating you to death." ”

Lou Wangshu really stopped talking.

Zhou Yanan felt palpitations, but there was no other uncomfortable place. She stood up suddenly: "I think something is wrong." ”

Someone who is very important to her. Maybe it's from this life, maybe it's from a past life.

Yang Chengyu half-knelt and stuck the dagger into the chest of the last living person, and stood up with a big gasp: "Mr. Shuyou, I think I can see you now." "Beside him, there are a number of corpses that make people's scalps tingle.

Yang Chengyu's heart is still beating so fast that it makes him feel dizzy. The cotton armor on his body was already soaked in blood. He was hot and sweating profusely, so he took off the cotton armor, revealing a burly and muscular body.

He didn't have the big muscles that Lou Wangshu had forcibly carved out of his years with protein and local training. If people saw the way he was fighting, they would naturally not feel that this leopard-like body lacked explosive power.

Yang Chengyu was still panting, and his heart was very uneasy.

In the middle of the rivers and lakes, there is a mysterious organization called Wutang.

That's what Wu and Ji used to issue tasks. Witches are witches, and witches are witches. Those who complete the task can receive all kinds of benefits promised by witches and seekers.

In addition, according to legend, if he completes the Wutang release quest a total of forty-eight times, the witch can fulfill a wish for him.

But in fact, Wutang's tasks are few, and there are less than forty-eight at all. Therefore, Wutang simply designated forty-two of the tasks.

The forty-seventh task that Yang Chengyu did just now required him to fight with his bare hands against a hundred slaves armed with sophisticated daggers.

This slave is not the kind of person who works day and night, and is so hungry that he is bone-ty. Rather, it was a slave who was kept in captivity by the powerful and used exclusively for fighting and having fun.

Not only were these slaves well fed, but they were also taught fighting techniques. In this way, when they fight each other, it will be more watchable, and the audience will not get bored.

The number of 100 people seems to be less. But all of these people are strong people who have won 50 in a row, 60 in a row, or even 100 in a row. It's not that people are inexperienced, and they have no armed forces.

Yang Chengyu has a new scar on his eyebrow bone. If you deviate a little, you will hurt your eyes, and if you deviate a little, you may cut at the temple, which is the weakest junction of the skull, and the middle meningeal artery passes through. When I was cut, I didn't think much of it. It hurts now.

However, this is not the most dangerous cut.

Several of the slaves were on the verge of plunging daggers straight into his heart.

Yang Chengyu's only advantage is that the leader of this group of slaves, a guy with a hundred consecutive victories, seems to want to let these hundred people get out of the way.

It was extremely rare for slaves to be able to huddle together instead of fighting each other, as their masters had hoped.

It is also possible that the witch hall pushed out such a group of slaves, because they found that these slaves were difficult to control.

The leader ordered them to miss the blow and then run away, taking turns harassing Yang Chengyu in turn.

Yang Seungyu was miserable at first.

These slaves did not seek to kill him with a single sword, but only slowly weakened his fighting power. is like a blunt knife grinding meat, slowly grinding away Yang Chengyu's will to survive. When he feels that there is no hope of survival, it is easy to clean him up.

After Yang Chengyu fought with more than a dozen slaves, he immediately understood what the other party thought.

He decided that the leader of the slaves must be the one who had not dealt with him.

A slave can use the method of attacking the heart, and so can he.

He quickly snatched the dagger of the weakest slave among them and threw it hard at the slave he thought was the leader.

The man fell to the ground.

turned out to be Yang Chengyu's misjudgment, that person was not Toutou, but Toutou's younger brother.

Enraged, the leader ordered the slaves to besiege Yang Chengyu in units of five. Just like just now, fight and retreat.

Yang Chengyu was beaten even worse. He didn't have a dagger yet, and the one he had just grabbed had already been thrown out as a dart.

The only good thing is that these slaves lose their minds because of their anger, and there are many flaws to be found. But correspondingly, they fought him almost regardless of casualties. Yang Chengyu desperately killed the leader.

After Yang Chengyu was stabbed in the left leg, his hammer-like fist smashed into the temples of his head. Blood came from the head's eyes, and from his mouth. The head is dead.

The head is dead.

He knew that Yang Chengyu came here to complete the mission of Wutang. He could never understand.

Since birth, these "people" have had to struggle to survive between the beast of prey and the owner of the beast.

They fight, never just to live.

After killing the head, Yang Chengyu finally grasped the initiative. When the slaves found that their invincible leader had also been killed, they were terrified. Their sword skills were even more disorganized, and they were quickly defeated.

Yang Chengyu supported his body with one leg, holding a knife that had been curled in his hand, and felt more relaxed than just now.

In the end, he finally won.

In fact, the people of Wutang would not waste such an opportunity to make money. They put the killing in a big venue and bothered to do a lot of publicity. There are a lot of people with knighthoods who buy tickets to see it.

At this time, the third master was also inside. It's just that he is dressed as a strong black man, and he looks like he has been fighting in the northwest battlefield for many years. At this time, he did not have the usual hippie smile on his face, but a solemn face.

Lao Zhang carefully studied his expression.

In fact, the third master was just calculating whether he would be able to leave smoothly if he was fighting with this group of people on the field.

He was dismayed to find out that he couldn't.

The third master felt that he was getting weaker and weaker. The most proud disguise technique in his life was easily recognized by a girl, and now his martial arts skills are not as good as others.

There was a hint of annoyance on his face.

Lao Zhang hurriedly persuaded him: "Master, you can't joke with the people in Wutang." "He has been with the third master for so many years, so he naturally knows what he is thinking now.

The third master scolded him: "Are you a roundworm in my stomach?"

Lao Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Chengyu felt that the forty-seventh task was not as difficult as he imagined. People with better martial arts skills should be able to pass.

Most of the missions in Wutang have nothing to do with martial arts.

For example, he was limited to three months and asked the emperor to make him a king with a different surname.

For example, ask him to write a cookbook with dishes that must satisfy every witch.

For example, choreograph a five-person dance and ask that the dance, performed by a woman, attract at least five nightingales to sing.

Yang Seungyu feels that most tasks require luck.

Those public witch hall missions are even more life-threatening.

And sometimes the danger of this task is not because the task itself is difficult.

Talent is the most terrible.

There is a task that requires him to kill the snake demon entrenched in a certain mountain stream, and then take the snake gall of the snake back to the errand.

There were already people squatting there near this mountain stream, ready to kill people and seize treasures. Yang Chengyu was targeted as soon as he entered.

Yang Chengyu walked out covered in blood, defenseless, and was plotted.

They used medicine to stun him, snatched the snake gall bladder, and took away the soft belongings from him.

The one-foot-long fangs that Yang Chengyu seized on the snake were also searched.

One of them said, "This boy has killed the snake and has given us the snake gall with his own hands, and we don't have to kill this boy with our own hands, but let the snake avenge ourselves." They laughed, stuck their fangs in Yang Chengyu's chest, and left.

If Yang Chengyu was unlucky, he would have died a long time ago.

Before he came out, he carefully searched the mountain stream. In the place where it can be seen that the snake demon is often entrenched, a palm-sized Ganoderma lucidum grows. He ate it in two bites.

It may be that the lingzhi growing in the snake's nest has a certain resistance to snake venom, and Yang Chengyu was able to survive the disaster.

From then on, he had an extra eye for everything he did. After all, he couldn't have been so lucky forever.

He sharpened that fangs into a dagger and carried it with him to keep his guard on his toes.

Fortunately, he only had one last mission left.

Mr. Sook-woo did not show up. He called twice, but a green-clothed maid took a plate and held a small cup, and walked out. Softly persuaded: "Childe, drink this." ”

Yang Chengyu frowned. Naturally, he was not afraid that Mr. Shuyou would surrender his identity and deal with himself as a mortal and poison this thing. But the contents of the cup obviously didn't look pleasant, it was a dark green liquid, as if glowing, and there were strange bubbles.

He picked up the cup and drank it down.

He felt as if he had drunk the juice of the grass, and his brow furrowed even tighter. He thought, this cup can't be some kind of herbivore droppings!

He felt sick and threw up.

Yang Seung-woo was surprised to find himself spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood. However, there is no other uncomfortable place on the body, and it can even be said that I am refreshed and in a good mood. Even the wounds on his body no longer hurt, and the severed left leg can barely support his weight.

At the same time, Zhou Yanan, who was not far from here, also vomited a mouthful of blood.

Yang Chengyu raised his head and saw a young man in a linen robe looking at him with a smile.

Yang Chengyu always thought that Mr. Shuyou was a deflated old man who was about to go to the ground. Who would have thought that he would be so young and good-looking.

The skin is white and tender, the facial features are delicate, and the eyes are clean.

Yang Chengyu felt that he was being compared.

However, he didn't continue to think about it, and hurriedly pleaded: "Mr. Shuyou, I want to find a ......"

Mr. Shuyou stopped him with his eyes and continued, "I know. If you take one of my tricks, you will be able to see her when you wake up. ”

"What if I can't?"

Mr. Shuyu's voice was still gentle: "Then you will die." ”

"Okay, you can make a move!" Yang Chengyu said without hesitation.

Mr. Shuyu's sleeve rose without wind, and a small green flower floated out.

Yang Chengyu looked at this gentle little flower like Lan Xuedan, like a great enemy.

The flower flew towards Yang Chengyu slowly, submerged into Yang Chengyu's forehead, and disappeared.

Yang Chengyu fainted before he could snort.

"You killed him?" Mr. Shuyou walked out of the back of a beautiful woman, who turned out to be a white flower lady.

"Nope. I just sealed the memories of his past life. "Mr. Shuyou still has a lot of respect for Bai Hua Niang, "If he wakes up on his own in a quarter of an hour, he will naturally remember." If you can't, you won't remember it anymore. Of course, I had to fulfill his wish. ”

He called for someone to carry Yang Chengyu somewhere.

The white flower lady frowned at her good-looking eyebrows: "...... you"

The corners of Mr. Shuyou's mouth curled slightly, as if he was happy.