After a period of twists and turns just now, it was determined that Master Tianyi was really not good at detoxification, and he felt Wusheng's respect for Xiao Yi, and Wusheng's respect for Xiao Yi's instructions just now......

Wudao and the others have deeply understood that whether they and the disciples of Shaolin can survive this catastrophe and whether they can be saved depends entirely on Xiao Yi.

Therefore, for Xiao Yi's request, they all chose to actively cooperate.

Whether it was drawing blood, or extracting all kinds of excrement, etc., or even Xiao Yi asking them to make some actions and discharge sweat, they were all completely cooperative.

Xiao Yi didn't take this opportunity to embarrass them, the old monks he hadn't liked very much, in fact, he didn't have any superfluous thoughts at all now, and he didn't have time to think too much.

His work, it seems, is not as hard as Wusheng's, but in fact, the importance and difficulty of his work are not under Wusheng in the slightest.

It is extremely difficult to deduce toxic components from excretions such as blood and urine.

Even if it was possible to use modern medical equipment as quickly as possible, Shaolin had its own medical and practical equipment in H City, and after a phone call, all these instruments and equipment were transported to a small town very close to Houshan in just a few hours.

It is still difficult to analyze the composition of poisons.

Because, from the blood, the instrument can only detect a bunch of chemical elements and components, and these chemical components and elements are produced from which drugs. And what is the possible amount in it...... It's all complicated.

And when Xiao Yi was busy with a group of researchers in front of a bunch of real instruments, Wusheng also began to get busy.

Although Taiyi needle method. It's not a lot of effort, but there are too many Shaolin disciples poisoned this time. Coupled with the nervousness of his mind, everyone, Wusheng was almost extremely cautious in the treatment, and after treating more than a dozen people according to Xiao Yi's method, he still felt extremely tired.

But fortunately, when he was extremely tired, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Master Tianyi didn't even know when. He picked up the needle and began to apply the needle, and his technique of applying the needle seemed to be more skillful and effective than his, which made him feel relieved.

With the addition of Tianyi, the speed of needle application is already very fast, but it's a pity. There are still two weak new disciples, who were not able to bear it, and when they applied the needle, they were directly poisoned and died.

Facing the bodies of those two disciples. None of those Shaolin disciples shed tears, and none of them showed sad looks. Everyone just watched them silently, their fists clenched.

They take all the sorrows. and tears, all of which remained in my heart. Let them turn into strength, they are all in their hearts, secretly deciding that if they can survive this catastrophe and survive, they will definitely apply to go down the mountain, they will definitely find that organization, break their bodies to pieces one by one, and use their heads to pay tribute to these two disciples and companions who have sacrificed and may continue to sacrifice in the future.

The old monk of Tianyi also pronounced the Buddha's name heavily, and stood silently in front of the two for a while before turning to leave.

After administering the needles to those Shaolin disciples, Wusheng did not suffer too long in the death of those two Shaolin disciples, so he started a new job again - to help Xiao Yi observe the physical condition of those disciples, including various symptoms, and to check the pulse every once in a while, and report the pulse condition to Xiao Yi.

The death of the two disciples added a lot of pressure to him, and also made him more desperate, for every instruction of Xiao Yi, he was doing it very seriously, every moment, he was busy, as if he was afraid that if he stopped a little, more disciples would die of poison.

And Xiao Yi also felt heavy when he learned about it.

His brain is also running more rapidly, and his mind is not thinking about those questions one after another all the time.

No matter what kind of misunderstanding he had with Shaolin before, and how much he didn't like the various shortcomings of these monks, such as arrogance and pride, but it was indeed a fresh life.

They haven't made any real mistakes for the time being, some of them haven't even gone down the mountain, they haven't seen the red dust yet, and their lives shouldn't just fade away.

"Snake grass...... Voldegan...... And also...... There are definitely some of these, but what else......

Xiao Yi's hands grabbed his hair tightly.

Time, minute by minute, two days, more than half of the time has passed at once, but he still hasn't been able to come up with a formula for the antidote, the first few, he has been through those analyses and observations, roughly guessed, but the final formula, but always feels a little bit worse.

This sense of powerlessness made him feel crazy and collapsed.

"Senior Brother Wushan!"

Just when Xiao Yi felt that he was about to collapse and go crazy, Wusheng's somewhat trembling voice came.

"What's wrong?"

Turning his head and looking at Wusheng in front of him, Xiao Yi's heart trembled violently, and there was a trace of ominous premonition in his heart.

"Just ...... One of the disciples was poisoned. ”

Wusheng looked at Xiao Yi in front of him, looked at his bloodshot eyes, looked at his face, the tired and haggard look that could not be concealed, and the question he wanted to ask suddenly swallowed back.

He knew that Xiao Yi was already doing his best.

In the past two days, he has hardly eaten, drank, or sleeped, he is constantly busy, and he is constantly thinking, this kind of thinking is an extremely brain-intensive and spiritual, even if he is a high-level master, he may not be able to eat, not to mention that Xiao Yi is just a person who has been abolished and cultivated.

Faced with such a person who was already helping him so desperately, how could he bear to ask him, did he come up with a result?

Poisoned!

Listening to Wusheng's words, Xiao Yi's heart sank suddenly.

The worst he could think of came to him.

If there is one, there will be a second, and there will be a third......

There is not much time left for him!

If he didn't think about it again, even if he could think of the poison formula and find the antidote in the future, it would be meaningless.

Everyone is dead, what's the point of the antidote? (To be continued......)