The big man threw the vermilion pig on the mass grave and left in a hurry.

The mass grave is silent, with only a few wild dogs quietly foraging for food in it.

The wild dogs saw the new food and surrounded them with green eyes, but they did not act rashly, but were wary of their companions.

Finally, the wild dog, which had always been relatively black and strong, couldn't control his **, and let out a low roar at the other wild dogs, and then pounced on the vermilion pig that was thrown to the ground.

"Whew~" The wild dog let out a mournful howl and quickly fled backwards with its tail between its legs, but it didn't escape far before it fell to the ground.

The other wild dogs saw what happened to the black wild dogs, and one by one they fled quickly.

At this time, the dead Zhu Zhu squirmed on the ground a few times and sat up.

With great difficulty, he pulled out the dagger that was stuck in his chest, only to see that most of the dagger was retracted into the wooden handle, and only the tip of the knife was inserted into his chest.

Zhu Zhu put the dagger in his hand aside, took out the golden medicine from his arms and put it on his chest, and cut a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes to tie up his wounds.

After putting a qiē away, he breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, identified the direction, looked around carefully, and left quickly.

The big man who threw him on the ground flashed out from behind a tree not far away, looked at the direction he left, thought about it, and got up to follow it.

When Zhu Zhu applied gold and medicine to himself, Wen Xing was also applying gold and medicine to himself in prison.

When Wen Xing woke up, the entire prison had been restored to its original state, and if it weren't for the injuries she had suffered in her body, she would have wondered if the qiē she had suffered yesterday was in a dream.

She struggled to prop up her body, and she already had bad thoughts in her heart: it seems that Emperor Hui has finally lost patience with herself, it seems that she has not many days left, but it is a pity that her medical skills are about to be lost in this prison.

She stretched her cramping legs, and a crisp sound came into her ears.

Looks like a porcelain vase?

How can there be such a thing in prison?

Wen Xing looked at the place where the sound came from, and sure enough, a porcelain vase was knocked over to the ground.

She endured the pain in her body and took the porcelain bottle in her hand, uncorked it and smelled it, and a fragrance came over.

Wen Xing's brows furrowed: It's actually a good golden medicine?

Is Duan Tianya afraid that after he dies in this prison, he won't be able to ask any useful information, which will damage his reputation as a god?

Wen Xing shook his head with a wry smile and carefully sprinkled the golden pill on his wound.

It's already this time, why are you still worrying about this kind of thing, no matter how he is, since he can let me live a little longer, then live a little longer, if I can have the opportunity to see the emperor and ask him to let him pass on his medical skills, it will really be a death without regrets!

I have been studying medicine for more than 20 years unconsciously, and if there is anyone in this world who would worry about themselves, it is probably the master I have never met again.

Since six years ago, after learning all of his father's skills, he lamented that the medical skills were broad and unknown teachers taught, and the next day there was an out-of-print "Medical Forest Chronicle" in front of his bed.

Then it will disappear after a while, and then a new medical dictionary will appear in front of him, and he has tried countless times to find this strange person who gave him a book, but he has used countless methods and has never succeeded.

So I have seen more and more medical classics, and my medical skills are becoming more and more superb, but I have never seen this strange person who is already a master in my heart!

If the master knew his current situation, he would probably be very helpless, after all, the disciple who spent so long cultivating ended up unjustly dying in prison in vain, and what he had learned was in vain, which is really sad and lamentable!