A village at the foot of Mt. Fuji, in a small courtyard.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, who looked petite and dressed in a Chinese minority costume, looked at a young woman sitting cross-legged on the floor and asked.

This woman's appearance is not bad, there are many beautiful women in Miao Village since ancient times, this sentence is true, but this woman is sitting cross-legged on the ground at this time, but her face is pale and bloodless, and she looks like she is terminally ill.

"I'm fine." The woman slowly opened her eyes, and her voice was graceful and moving, sounding as beautiful as the dripping water of a spring in the mountains.

"Ling'er, we have met a master." The woman whispered.

"Huh? Master, are you injured? Ling'er looked nervous, and her delicate little face was full of worry.

"It's okay if you're hurt a little." The woman slowly stood up, took the girl's outstretched hand, and said. "It's not safe here, we need to get out as soon as possible."

"Not safe?" Ling'er was even more inexplicable. "Master, what the hell is going on?"

"Someone controlled my Gu worm, the subworm was controlled, and I was almost devoured by the mother worm just now." The woman explained. "Let's go, I need to find a safe place, or they'll find it soon."

"How is this possible?" Ling'er was shocked. "Master, you are the Gu King, can anyone else control your Gu worms?"

"I'm not sure." The woman shook her head. "Let's go."

"Alright then, ah—master, what's wrong with you."

As soon as the words fell, the woman's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and her face became even paler, and she just stood up and knelt down again, and immediately crossed her knees on the ground, pinched a finger with both hands, and muttered some words that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Ling'er's face was even more anxious, and she kept turning in circles, but she was afraid of disturbing the master, so she didn't dare to say a word, and she could only go around in a hurry.

"Huh? Why is this Masao Mitsui still in such pain? Yan Murong looked at the little snake with a surprised look at his eyes closed, but his face was extremely painful, and his whole body was constantly spasming.

"My poison has worked." Little Snake said with a smile. "Although Gu worms have been fed with all kinds of strange poisons since childhood, it cannot be said that they are invincible to all poisons, and it also has a certain fear of some poisons, and now that my poison has worked, Gu worms have begun to fight."

The little snake took out a silver needle from his body again, quickly stabbed it on Mitsui Masao's head, and said. "Now that I've cornered it, it's up to you to lure it out."

Little snakes are masters of using poison, but then again, people who can use poison are often excellent doctors, but what they are best at is using poison. Therefore, the little snake will also have silver needles on its body, even more than the three that Yan Murong carried with him, but her silver needles are coated with all kinds of poison, and even the tips of the needles are black.

"Okay, I'll figure it out." Yan Murong nodded, and regardless of Mitsui Masao's struggle and trembling to die or live, he sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and thought about things.

"Hurry up, or I won't be able to save him when all the toxins are integrated into his blood." The little snake said urgingly.

"There you have it, I'll come." Yan Murong stood up, took out a ten-centimeter-long needle from the needle box, and then took out a small medicine bottle from the medicine box, opened the stopper of the bottle cap, and suddenly a fragrance wafted out of the bottle.

"Potpourri?" The little snake looked surprised. "Little **, you actually want to use potpourri, you are really willing to do it."

No wonder the little snake was so surprised.

This potpourri dew, as the name suggests, is a liquid made from hundreds of petals with great tonic effects, which took the old man nearly twenty years to collect and another five years to brew. In the face of this kind of wine, what tiger whip wine, tiger whip wine and the like are weak, and its great tonic effect is not something that ordinary people can resist. Just such a small drop, if you drink it, if you don't use internal strength to help digestion, then it really responds to what Zhang Sanfeng said - a pillar of optimus every morning.

The point is that if an ordinary person drinks a drop, I am afraid that he will not be able to wait for the next morning, and it will not take a few minutes to make up for the seven orifices and bleed to death.

Of course, the advantage of this thing is that if someone uses internal strength to help you resolve the medicinal power, the benefits you get can be more affordable than drinking Wang Ba soup.

It is not easy to configure the potpourri, it took the old man twenty years to make such an altar, usually the baby is tight, even the little snake has only drunk a small drop, Yan Murong This small bottle is still pestering the old man with a dead face before going down the mountain, I didn't think that he would actually use it on Mitsui Masao.

"It's okay, it's just a small drop anyway, and I don't feel distressed." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Anyway, Toshiaki Mitsui promised to give me $100 million in consultation fees, and he should give him some good medicine."

"It's a shame." The little snake shook his head with a look of regret. "You actually want to feed that Gu worm with such a good thing."

"Feed it?" Yan Murong smiled disdainfully. "It's just to lure him out, if he lets him drink this drop of potpourri, I'm afraid it will have to make up for this little thing."

As he spoke, Yan Murong had already poured out a drop of potpourri dew, evenly wiped it on the silver needle with a cotton swab, and raised his hand to prepare to pierce it.

"Wait." The little snake suddenly grabbed Yan Murong's wrist.

"What's wrong?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"It's okay, just to remind you, if you lure the Gu worm out, don't kill it. I'm still useful. ”

"That's it." Yan Murong smiled. "I don't need you to say that I know - the Gu worm in Mitsui Masao's head is just a subworm, and the female worm must be in the body of the Gu appreciator, the subworm is dead, and the female worm can't live, I still have to rely on this little thing to find out the Gu applicator and knock Mitsui Toshiaki for a sum of money, how can I kill it."

"Profiteers." The little snake suddenly felt that his reminders were all superfluous. This guy has been a monkey spirit since he was a child, if he wants to take advantage of others, even if you don't have to defend yourself, it's useless.

"It doesn't make sense, I'm a doctor, not a businessman." As Yan Murong spoke, the silver needle had already pierced Mitsui Masao's head.

Suddenly, Mitsui Masao's face became even more painful, and a small bulge appeared on his scalp, slowly moving towards the tip of the needle covered with potpourri dew.