Chapter 8: The Turmoil in the Post House (Part II)
As soon as Mo Qinglan's feet hit the ground, his arms were bent and his sleeves were vigorously shaken, and several cold thorns in the quiver swished, and the painful whirring of a cobra before death suddenly sounded on the ground.
The green dagger drew a cold light in the air, reflecting a woman's expressionless face, and before Chu Sheng and Tu An could shake their senses, they saw a snake more than seven inches long hanging on the dagger, and blood was gurgling down the dagger.
Mo Qinglan shook his wrist, and the dead snake broke away from Lu Ying and directly hit the oil lamp on the side of the counter, and the oil lamp toppled over, and several snakes under the hot one made a noise and rolled on the ground.
"Wine." Mo Qinglan shouted, staring at the cobra that had temporarily stopped attacking, and stretched out his left hand in front of them.
With a heavy hand, the aroma of good wine came to his nose, Mo Qinglan threw the wine jar into the air without squinting, and directly kicked it over. The wine mixed with broken porcelain pieces reflected a faint luster under the light, bringing a new round of snake pain, and the burning lamp oil immediately extended when it met the wine, and the nearby snakes stained with wine were already burning.
The enraged snakes swarmed up again, a sneer appeared on the corner of Mo Qinglan's mouth, and his eyes were calm and faintly tinged with bloodthirsty excitement. She turned and stepped on the table, and flew like a swallow to the nearest lantern, and the dagger slashed the hanging wire, and the lantern fell.
The sleeves are better than the snow, the white clothes are like the dark night blooming, the epiphany flowers are stretched outward in layers, a pair of jade barefoot stand side by side like a white stamen, and the beauty of the teaching people can't take their eyes off. The wind lifted her clothes, rippling out a light pattern like water waves, and the green silk fluttered like a waterfall, floating like a fairy. The blood on the green dagger blade flew with her trajectory, staining the corners of her clothes, fainting, and demonic chill.
Chu Sheng looked up, his eyes followed Mo Qinglan up and down as he fell, but he couldn't see her face clearly.
The paper lantern that fell to the ground suddenly burned violently when it touched the wine on the ground, and the burned snake immediately rolled and hit the snake next to it, and the second snake quickly burned. In this way, like dominoes, the snakes on the ground, whether they were contaminated with alcohol or not, were burned one after another. The surviving snakes fled one after another, and they no longer had the intention of attacking Mo Qinglan and the others.
A few actions in one go are just the kung fu of drinking the aftertaste of tea, without dragging mud and water, chic and neat.
The desperate place that was almost buried in the belly of the snake just now was easily solved by Mo Qinglan, Chu Sheng's usually bottomless pupils showed a bit of appreciation, and Tu An's legs trembled slightly and he was speechless.
"Take your son-in-law out." Mo Qinglan's cool words successfully pulled Tuan back to reality, and he stood with his back to them from beginning to end.
The fire in the room began to grow, and the flames rushed down the wooden planks to the wall, and the three of them were soon caught in a sea of fire.
Tu An didn't care about the wind of tongue at this moment, and hurriedly carried Chu Sheng on his back and ran out across the roasted and fragrant snake fire.
Mo Qinglan looked around, picked out a few snakes that were quite complete, and took out the snake gall from them with a dagger. She then jumped behind the counter, and was surprised to see a black and purple corpse, which was the same person who had received them earlier.
Mo Qinglan quickly left the counter, but there was a small jar of unopened wine in his hand.
Outside, Tu'an was kneeling on the ground and leaning over to detoxify his son-in-law, when he heard a cool word come over:
"These snakes are highly venomous, and if you detoxify them, your life will be lost."
Chu Sheng raised his head when he heard this, and the woman strode over with wine in the moonlight, the white clothes dragged the ground, and the green silk swayed slightly with the wind, chic and uninhibited. A pair of apricot eyes on the delicate face are like ice and snow, and the arrogance is difficult to hide. A little bit of light was reflected in the ink-like pupils, and the eyes were deeper and colder, and the stars in the sky were not enough to cover half of it. At a glance, it is like being sucked into the abyss of Jiaohai without knowing the direction, only to feel the dark moon streamer, and all things feast. Even if the words are so polite, it makes people feel a few rays of warmth.
"Is there a way to detoxify Qingzhu?" It took a long time for Chu Sheng to find his voice, but it was a little dumb.
"Eat."
Mo Qinglan's hands were spread out, and several dark green snake galls the size of pigeon eggs appeared in front of Chu Sheng.
Although the snake is poisonous, its snake gall is a good antidote
Although the other party was sorry to speak, Chu Sheng understood what she meant, and swallowed it without hesitation, without frowning.
A trace of appreciation in Mo Qinglan's eyes was fleeting.
She walked over and squatted down to take advantage of the moonlight to examine his wound a little, then took a dirty bag from her waist, reached out and pulled it in, and then quickly covered Chu Sheng's leg with her hand in a semicircle.
When his hand was removed, he saw a black worm the size of a fingernail wriggling around Chu Sheng's wound. Chu Sheng only felt a burst of sour numbness coming from the wound and blood was sucked away by it, and before he could see what it was, the worm had already fallen, a little more round than before, and the whole body became more and more dark.
Seeing this, Mo Qinglan continued to take a worm from the bag and put it on:
"This is a leech, it can help you suck out poisonous blood and keep your blood flowing, so that your body can recover faster, and it will not harm other people's lives."
Chu Sheng's eyes were slightly bored, he never thought that the leeches that everyone avoided and hated would have such a big effect.
The moonlight sprinkled through the sparse branches on the face of the woman in front of her, outlining her beautiful face, her eyes shining brightly, and she was calm.
Chu Sheng listened carefully, and nodded heavily with his dizzy and disgusting head after eating the snake gall, knowing that it was rare for Qingzhu to say that so many flowers were just to make him concentrate and not faint.
"You just went back to the house to get this bag?" Chu Sheng asked.
"Hmm." Mo Qinglan replied: "I relied on them to get out when I got lost on Snake Island, and there are just a few left, so you are lucky." ”
The other party's tone was light, but Chu Sheng listened tightly in his heart. They were just scrambled with hundreds of snakes today, and if it weren't for her, he and Tuan might have died here.
One can imagine her difficult situation when she faced thousands of poisonous snakes on Snake Island alone.
On the other hand, Ye Shuangqian's 1,000 soldiers and horses all died on Snake Island, but she left the island safely, and when she judged that she was her daughter, Chu Sheng removed her from the 1,000 guards who might have survived. Thinking of her appearance in Shura Hell when I first saw her, I thought that the "ghost" in Lao Wang's mouth was her.
Thinking of the purpose of this trip, the astonishment in Chu Sheng's eyes was replaced by usual contemplation.
The meaning of Mo Qinglan's words was very simple, it was to save her, she never thought that the person in front of her would think so much.
A "bang" interrupted Chu Sheng's thoughts.
Tu An's right hand was still covering his right leg, and he passed out next to Chu Sheng. Mo Qinglan turned sideways and rolled up Tu'an's trouser legs, only to see that half of his legs were blackened, obviously also poisoned by snakes.
In order to allow Mo Qinglan to concentrate on treating his master, Tuan endured not to say anything until he fainted.
Mo Qinglan tore off a strip of white cloth from Tu'an's shirt and tied him up at his knees, opened the wine jar with one hand, poured it into his mouth, sprayed the wine directly on the wound, and then stuffed the remaining snake gall into Tu'an's mouth, and used his power to force him to swallow it.
She took out her dagger and was just about to dig out the wound, when she turned her head to meet the complicated face of the man in front of her.
"I have a wound in my mouth, and if I take drugs for him, I won't die, so I can't save him. I don't have many leeches in my pocket, so I can only save you. ”
Mo Qinglan explained simply, the expressionless face and eyes were also deep and waveless, and this sentence lacked a bit of human touch.
She has experienced countless moments of life and death on the battlefield, and her heart has already cultivated a little indifference and pessimism, and it is impossible for her to take her own life for someone who has never lived in her life. Selfishness or ruthlessness is all due to human nature.
"We have never known each other in our lives, and you have done your best to help me so far, and I will not blame you. Give him the leeches in your pocket, this man's father is a great favor to me, and I will not let them lose their incense. ”
Chu Sheng's face was not unhappy, if he faced a stranger, he would not do much more than Qingzhu now.
"It's not going to die, it's just that if it's delayed for too long, this half leg will be wasted. The leeches in his pocket couldn't save his legs. ”
With Mo Qinglan's words in his ears, Chu Sheng's gaze stayed on Tu'an's face, whose face began to change, and said in a deep voice: "Then there is Miss Lao Qingzhu." ”
The green hair blade is easy to carry, and when Ye Changqing gave it to her for self-defense, she took a fancy to its effect, and now it is easier to remove half of the leg.
Chu Sheng looked at Mo Qinglan, who was busy with his work and never showed a trace of disgust and taboo that a woman should have, and his heart was like thousands of chickwesps coiled.
"Alright." Mo Qinglan listened to Tu'an's gradually calm breathing and wiped his sweat. The white clothes were unevenly stained with blood, most of which were Tuan's.
Tu'an's kneecaps were covered with dark green herbs, Mo Qinglan thought to himself that it was also his fate, the post house was built near the woods and it was just when the grass and trees were growing wildly in March, it was still easy to find some herbs to stop bleeding, otherwise even if she sawed half of his leg, he would die because of the incessant bleeding.
"So many snakes won't appear in the post house for no reason, does Childe have something to say to me?" Mo Qinglan frowned and asked, looking at the normal blood flowing from under the last leech attached to Chu Sheng's bare feet, she knew that this poison was cured.
She just wanted to rub off the other party's carriage and eat and drink, wake up the five-step snake and return it to them before leaving, so she didn't even ask the name of the man who could see the hidden strength at a glance in front of her.
Since it is a meeting in Pingshui, what is the meaning of knowing the name?
But now, she was clearly implicated by them, and since someone wanted to assassinate him, it would not be just these hundreds of snakes, and tonight was destined to be unpeaceful.
Thinking of the food spilled all over the floor in the post house and failing to taste a bite, she felt that she had really lost more than she had gained by taking this bus.
However, before Chu Sheng could answer, he saw a shadow in front of him. She got up from the ground and stood in front of Chu Sheng and Tu An, her hands were clenched tightly, and her eyes were cold.