I was stunned, damn, now even the cold bench has broken him? This cancer of socialism, when Lao Tzu cleans up this group of stinky monkeys, he will definitely sharpen his knife and eliminate harm for the people.

The junior brother probably saw me jumping up and down, and I didn't make any movements that I should have, and besides, this giant was getting closer and closer to them, and if we didn't take some measures, we would really have to take a break. The junior brother put away the joke and said, "Senior brother, since this ass can fart, why can't you suck it in and something?" ”

I was stunned, damn it, I had an epiphany in an instant, it sounds like there is a problem, but Li'er is really this Li'er! I took out the medicine bottle and aimed it at a monkey butt that looked like a durian in front of me, and as soon as I poured out a little bit of the white powder, I realized that something was wrong, this method didn't work at all! Now with my height, jumping up, plus the length of my arm, I can barely reach the monkey's buttocks, but this jump, basically my hands will tremble, and the amount of medication is not easy to grasp, and I usually shake off a lot, so there will be a situation where the medicine has been used up, but there are still many buttocks. Therefore, the key to the problem now is how to grasp the dosage of one use.

Actually, I thought of a way at that time, and just by using this method, my sacrifice was relatively great. It's not that I'm not willing to sacrifice for everyone, but this sacrifice is also divided into many kinds, there are two ribs with a knife, and there are those who sacrifice their lives, in short, as long as it is this kind of physical sacrifice, I will definitely not say a word, who else can I be, but if this is a spiritual sacrifice, I really can't pass my own level.

At this time, the outermost circle of ghost monkeys had almost crossed the scroll, less than a meter away from the junior brother and the cold bench, and the junior brother jumped up almost every 0.1 second to urge me, which was also mixed with the increasingly violent coughing sound of the cold bench.

I sighed deeply in my heart, forget it, die or die! And I found that the big butt of this stinky monkey wellhead happened to be a natural shelter, and what I did in the back was not visible to the junior and cold benches in front of me. Thinking about it, I poured a certain dose of the poison on my right hand, and then jumped and slapped it right in the center of the red buttocks, and after a second or two, the stinky monkey was like a soft-footed shrimp, and fell backwards with a thud, and I flashed to the side, and went to shoot a second ...... It wasn't until I finished filming the last monkey butt that I quietly put my right hand behind my back, wiped it vigorously on my pants, and then shook the medicine bottle with my left hand to the junior and younger brothers, signaling that it was done.

The junior brother was a little unwilling, his attention was all on the ghost monkey, and he kicked twice at the one closest to him, and the guy only snorted twice, but lay on the ground motionless. The junior brother sighed and said, "Senior brother, you are too damn soft-hearted, I see that Mr. Yue's gold-lettered signboard will be smashed in your hands sooner or later!" ”

"We use poison to save people, not to harm people." I picked up my junior brother's backpack and walked over to the cold bench, he was not lightly injured, and it seemed that he must be treated immediately, otherwise he might not be able to get out of this underground palace. I took out the hemostatic medicine and gauze from my bag, and treated the wound for him first, and I suddenly remembered that my right hand had just touched the monkey's buttocks, and more than once, and I was weak in my heart, so I changed the gauze and the medicine to my left hand.

"Okay, okay, then you go on to purify sentient beings, and I'll look for books." The junior brother didn't know what kind of temper he was, so he picked up the flashlight and left, and I didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore. The wound on the cold bench was not deep, and the amount of bleeding was far less than I expected, and by the time the medicine was applied, the wound had almost stopped bleeding.

I may have developed a habit when I was in school, when I saw a doctor, I always habitually called a pulse, just like after taking a tuba, I wanted to pump water, the action was very coherent, in one go, I didn't even react to the cold bench, and the pulse was called by me. I was surprised that I didn't have a tight number, because I didn't get the fucking number? I studied Chinese medicine in college, and I have a lot of hands on the pulse, so my first reaction is, could it be that the body of the cold bench is too weak? But what I can't figure out is, why? Even if you add the time when you bleed in the underground river with your junior brother, you shouldn't be so weak that you can't even hold your pulse, right? Can the cold bench vein...... I really haven't seen it, the blame is that it's not only weak, but also can't find its pattern, there are three, five, or even eight seconds between the two jumps......

I was wondering when the cold bench suddenly withdrew his arm: "Time is running out, let's go." With that, he stood up and walked over to the pile of hanging scrolls, without giving me a chance to ask questions.

When the junior brother saw us coming one after the other, his expressions were different, and he had already guessed a rough idea, and the corners of his mouth raised contemptuously, and he sneered: "It seems that not everyone is willing to give God Pudu." ”

I glared at him angrily, "Did you find anything?" The junior brother snorted at me and motioned for me to look up: "Oh, Huan Fei Yan is thin, you can choose." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and roughly counted, there were indeed quite a few scrolls, about thirty or forty volumes, "And you see." "Saying that, the junior brother handed me the scroll in his hand, I just took it, slowly opened it, the bamboo slip immediately rotted into a trace of it, together I can barely see some fingernails big square words, I squinted my eyes and looked carefully, what is written on it, I can't see clearly, I can't understand it, but I still recognize this font at a glance, it's a small seal.

I immediately thought that when Qin Shi Huang, in order to facilitate the management of the country and achieve real unification, Qin Wang Yingzheng implemented the same text and the same track, and unified currency weights and measures. Thinking about it this way, it is very likely that this simple book is a relic of the Qin Dynasty?

I was stunned: "This won't ...... It's a national treasure, right? "Stealing national treasures is a felony, and we can't afford to take our lives for a few dollars.

The junior brother snorted and laughed: "Senior brother, which country's national treasures will be placed in this stinky monkey's nest, and you calculate, how many years ago has this Qin Dynasty been, if it was really something at that time, it would have been so damn that it would have turned into ashes, and it would have waited for us to flutter blindly?" Besides, where did all this national treasure come from? That has to be a serious bucket, what are we, we've been tossing for a long time, and I almost threw my life in, but as a result, let alone the coffin, I didn't see the fart, but my damn cow ghost and snake god saw a lot, and I fought it, fought a fart, we clearly let people give it to the pit! Look at this rotten bamboo skewer, before we can bring it back, it has become a toothpick, and it is still a fart? Forget it, I don't expect the reward this time......" The junior brother sighed and sighed, looking like he was resigned to his fate.

As soon as I heard it, although there was something wrong with what he said, I had roughly understood the central idea, and I was relieved to follow it, and yes, no one said that we were fighting along the way, that is, I and my junior brother were blindly excited. But then again, since it's not an inverted bucket, and it has nothing to do with the national treasure, then how can we bring this thing back, thinking about it, I asked the cold bench: "What now?" ”

The cold bench walked around the scroll for half a circle, and suddenly took out the dagger and cut off the rope hanging on the scroll, I thought he had some high opinion, who knew that he said: "Take it directly." ”

The junior brother yawned and said sarcastically: "Is there a difference between a loose bamboo skewer and a bundle of bamboo skewers?" ”

"Yes, it looks good." The cold bench said while working.