100,000 people hurried back to the imperial city, and Pei Hanyu, who was in a coma, was rescued by Mr. Ming. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"How is the prince?" After Pei Hanyu came to his senses, the first thing he asked was Cang Yueze's injury.

Mr. Ming shook his head helplessly and said, "The breath is almost inaudible, and the pulse is already very weak. ”

"It's been a few days since we've left?" Pei Hanyu asked anxiously.

"It's the eighth day. "Although Mr. Ming is in a hurry, this Pei Hanyu is already seriously injured, and he is no better than the prince.

"Eighth day!Breath, pulse?" Pei Hanyu was a little incredulous, according to the records in the ancient books, seven days was already the maximum time limit, and this Cangyue Ze's body was able to resist for eight days!

"It's already very weak. "Mr. Ming didn't dare to deceive and reported it truthfully.

"It's too late, and we need to start treating the prince as soon as possible. Pei Hanyu wanted to get up, but there was no good place on his body, and when he moved slightly, he felt like he was going to die, Zhiya was in tears on the side, and when she saw Pei Hanyu's movements, she immediately stepped forward to support her.

"Mother, your body is still very weak!"

Pei Hanyu glanced at Zhiya, sighed, and said: "I can't care so much now, I have these injuries with Mr. Ming, there will definitely be no problem, but once the prince misses the time, I'm afraid the gods will not be able to save him in the next life." ”

"I may not be able to support my body for a long time now, so I will take care of the most critical places, and the rest will need the help of Mr. Ming. ”

"Don't worry, the old man will do his best. ”

Pei Hanyu's injuries were all over his body, but fortunately, his hands could still move, so he was carried all the way into Cang Yueze's secret room. Pei Hanyu saw that Feng Mian insisted on staying by Cang Yue Ze's side, although those wounds had been simply treated, but his pale bloodless lips showed that this person must have been seriously injured, so he told Miao Han to let Feng Mian go to the Imperial Doctor's Office to see a doctor and come to help.

There are all kinds of grinding tools in the secret room, and after letting Zhiya prepare the materials and what she needs, she drove the person out, and then in the secret room were Pei Hanyu and Mr. Ming, as well as Cang Yueze, who was lying lifeless on the dark iron bed.

"This herb is violent, Mr. Ming, please be careful. Pei Hanyu laboriously sat on the sedan chair and reminded.

"Niangniang can even find this rare medicinal herb back, and now the old man can be fortunate to follow the guidance in person, which is already the third life of the old man. ”

"Okay, let's get started. Pei Hanyu closed his eyes and recalled what he had seen in the ancient book.

"Puncture fingers, toes. After wrapping silver wire around the bloody area, the other end is introduced into the box containing the cannibal grass, the same as the fingers and toes. ”

Pei Hanyu personally signaled, holding the knife in his hand, although his body was weak, the knife was still there, and he neatly cut Cang Yueze's fingers, and then tied the bleeding place with silver wire, and then put the other set into the box containing the can-extinguished grass.

Mr. Ming learned Pei Hanyu's method, cut all the fingers and toes of Cang Yueze one by one, and tied the silk thread.

"We have to wait now, and when the silver wire turns red, we will cut it directly, and we must not hesitate. Pei Hanyu explained.

Looking at the silk threads linking the four Cangyue Ze, it looks like a spider spinning silk.

Because the time for this silver filament to turn red is only a few seconds, but when it turns red, there is no set time, so it must be kept an eye on.

"After cutting, directly lead the fire lotus cicada out, and I will find a way to adjust the prince's body back. Pei Hanyu endured the pain and commanded.

"After this cannibal grass is used up, remember to cover it, don't let people with a heart take advantage of it. ”

"The old man still understands this truth. Mr. Ming stared at those silver threads, not daring to relax in the slightest. If this canteen grass is not careful, then Cangyue Ze will directly turn into a pile of ashes.