The assassin was killed, but his eyes seemed to glow with mockery, as if he were watching others go to hell with him. At this moment, an exclamation came from behind the crowd: "He, his dagger is poisonous!" ”

Everyone was shocked, and when they looked back, they saw a middle-aged man with a pale face, and a wound on his left arm covered by his right hand, which was obviously stabbed indiscriminately by the assassin just now, and the dagger was very poisonous. A person next to him was busy supporting him, and looked up and shouted, "Is there an antidote?" Save my big brother! When the high-rollers rushed up, several people were injured by the daggers in the hands of the assassins because of the dense crowd, and these people hurriedly checked their injuries, and all of them panicked. It didn't take long for several of the injured to show symptoms of poisoning, all pale and sweaty. Other southeast heroes are also all in unison, the people in the rivers and lakes, the poisons used are strange, and there is nothing to be done for a while, some people are secretly glad that they did not rush to the front. More people turned their attention to Zhao Xingde, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, he was the first person to be stabbed with a poisonous dagger.

"General Zhao!" Shi Jingkui's face changed greatly, the symptoms of poisoning he had never seen were so severe. Du Fujiao hurriedly cut the robe on Zhao Xingde's back, only to see that there was a slight redness and swelling near the wound. Shi Jingkui pressed his wound with his hand, kept dripping out the blood, lowered his voice and kept asking, "Do you feel it?" How does it feel? ”

"It's okay," Zhao Xingde said in a low voice as he looked at the assassin's corpse, "Search his body!" ”

"Quick!" Lu Mingyu, who hurried over after hearing the news, hurriedly said, "Quickly search the assassin, there is an antidote, and also, search his residence." He walked up to Zhao Xingde and asked with an anxious face, "Mr. Zhao?" ”

"I'm fine." Zhao Xingde nodded, and looked at the sergeants searching for the assassin's body. The assassin seemed to know that he was going to die, and the things he carried were extremely simple, except for a little scattered silver, there was no pill like an antidote. Du Fujiao searched the assassin twice more, and even took off his shoes, but still found nothing.

At this time, several injured people in the rivers and lakes had a more severe toxic attack, some were paralyzed, some were holding their necks with their hands, and some were like knives. Lu Mingyu's face was cloudy, looking at those poisoned Jianghu people for a while, and looking at Zhao Xingde for a while, as if he was going to become like that soon. Du Fujiao and the others searched for the assassin, stood up in disappointment, and looked at Zhao Xingde with a worried face. But Zhao Xingde himself only felt that the wound was a little itchy, as if he had been bitten by an ordinary poisonous insect.

Not far away, he saw that several of the wounded were already lying on the ground, each with friends and relatives gathered around. The friends of the wounded were like headless flies, some panicked, some full of grief and indignation, and some went around asking if there was any good medicine for interpretation. "These men in the rivers and lakes, who have never known each other, were all injured for Zhao." Zhao Xingde's eyes were covered with a layer of gloom, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart that he did not react to poisoning.

At this time, Liu Heng stepped forward and whispered: "Brother Lu, the antidote was not found in the assassin's house, but a mountain mark was scurried, which almost bit our brother. Lu Mingyu's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "So treacherous!" He only said that the assassin had sinister intentions, calculating that someone would find an antidote from him and his residence, so he deliberately ambushed such a poisonous snake, and after his death, he would draw people to pay for his death. When the leaders of the water village standing next to them heard this, they also shook their heads and cursed the assassin, eager to draw their knives and dismantle his corpse to relieve their hatred.

"Crossing the hill?" Zhao Xingde was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have an understanding, and some thoughts flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but think about it. The so-called "mountain mark" in the south is to say that it moves like an electric switch when it bites, which is difficult to prevent, but the "flat-necked snake" in the Western Regions means that its neck is flat, and the two names actually refer to the same kind of snake. "Could it be that this assassin's dagger is also dipped in the venom of a flat-necked snake?" Zhao Xingde thought secretly. When he was in Liaodong, in order to deal with the Liao army, he also instructed his craftsmen to try to make poisoned arrows with all kinds of poisons. Unfortunately, most of the poisons are not toxic enough to seal the throat with blood. And a few extremely toxic poisons, such as tetrodotoxin and vipersin, will quickly become ineffective even if they are carefully stored after the venom is taken out. Therefore, whether it is the Hassan or the Assassin, they can only carry the poisonous snake with them, so that they can collect fresh venom to use at any time.

"Brother, brother, wake up!" There were mournful cries in his ears, and several of the injured were already unconscious. Zhao Xingde's face sank, thinking of Chun Yushang who died on the road to the west. "There is almost no cure for the venom of the flat-necked snake, and if so, it is better to use a dead horse as a live horse doctor." Zhao Xingde knew that after being bitten by a poisonous snake, the most effective way was to inject antivenom in time, he groaned for a moment, his face turned resolute, and said to Lu Mingyu: "Take a few silver bowls, find a silver cylinder needle for pox, prepare a clean room, put up a stove, and immediately use a clean copper pot to boil a large pot of boiling water." ”

"Huh?" Lu Mingyu was stunned. "It's too late to explain," Zhao Xingde's face was as usual, but he added: "It's important to save people, be fast!" Lu Mingyu saw that he was not talking nonsense, so he hurriedly said to Liu Heng and the others: "Did you hear Mr. Zhao's words?" Don't go yet, hurry up! Just go! "Liu Heng, Xia Mao'er and others were too busy to buy these things. Lu Mingyu looked at Zhao Xingde nervously again, but saw that his brows were deeply furrowed, as if he was worried about something.

The pox syringe that Zhao Xingde mentioned was handed down by the Xia Kingdom more than 100 years ago. The syringe is mostly made of sterling silver, and the pus of the acne is taken out from the person who has had smallpox but is not serious, diluted with steam water, and injected into the body of the person who does not have acne with the syringe, which can prevent smallpox. This method of pox is a great merit for the world, so there are syringes in densely populated places.

"Carry the wounded to the clean room first." Zhao Xingde said in a low voice, "I have a way, maybe I can save it, maybe I can't." ”

"Yes." Lu Mingyu was overjoyed, remembering the legend of Zhao Xingzhi's ability on the rivers and lakes, and immediately ordered, "Quick, carry them to the clean room, Mr. Zhao will perform a spell to save people!" At this time, several of the injured people either fainted or were talking nonsense, and many discerning people saw that this was a sign that there was no cure and that they were about to die. After listening to Lu Mingyu's words, he couldn't help but be skeptical. And the relatives and friends of the injured seemed to grasp the straw of life.

Several people rushed over and were about to kowtow to thank each other, but Zhao Xingde spoke first: "I don't have a grasp of this method, but the situation forced me to give it a try, maybe there is still a bit of danger." If your unwanted relatives and friends are in danger, Zhao is not reluctant. His face sank like water, and he sighed, "This snake venom is violent, and time cannot be delayed." Okay or no? You have to make a quick decision! The relatives and friends of the injured suddenly became puzzled again, and looked at Zhao Xingde with a smile on his face. After all, it is a perennial outlaw in the rivers and lakes, and a person who licks blood from the knife edge, and it is better to think of nine deaths and one life than ten deaths and no life. Most people think, "What kind of person is Mr. Zhao, how can he joke about his reputation?" He said that if he could save it, then there was still some hope. So, after hesitating for a moment, these relatives and friends agreed to move the injured into the clean room, and Zhao Xingde performed a spell to save people.

Because the clean room is narrow, no one is allowed to enter. Hearing the news, there were soon thousands of people, all gathered outside the clean room, and while lowering their voices, they exchanged their heads and ears, while waiting for the results of Zhao Xingde's spell to save people. "Does Mr. Zhao really have a way?" Someone wondered. "Maybe, if Mr. Zhao doesn't have thaumaturgy, how can he be a former military advisor of the Holy Sect?" "Isn't it even possible to summon Liuding Liujia? The little snake venom is ready to be caught. "The mouths of the people were full of praise and prayer, but their hearts and faces were full of doubt. The mountain mark is the most venomous snake, and there is no cure for the middle. These men who haunt the mountains and forests all year round are clear. Deng Yuanjue stood in the crowd with a calm face, but he was extremely puzzled in his heart. In order to absorb the congregation, the people in the Ming Sect deliberately practiced medical skills, and used herbal water as a charm to give to the believers, and he was too familiar with it to be familiar with it. Just look at Zhao Xingde's methods, but this is not the case. This snake venom that has crossed the mountain mark, even if Sect Master Fang is reincarnated, there is no cure.

"It's a miracle to be able to be poisoned and unharmed, but it can still save people?" Deng Yuanjue pondered, "What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?" He looked towards the clean room, only to see that the door was closed, and Xia Mao'er, Liu Zheng and several others were guarding the door with knives. There is no movement inside, revealing an indescribable mystery.

In the clean room, Zhao Xingde looked at the injured with a solemn face. After all these delays, almost all of these people lost consciousness, some had flushed cheeks, some were shaking, and some were talking nonsense. Each injured person had a relative or friend to take care of him, and Lu Mingyu, Liu Heng, Du Fujiao and several others stood beside Zhao Xingde. Everyone had a worried look on their faces, and they didn't know how Mr. Zhao was going to perform the spell.

The copper pot was already boiling silver syringes and silver bowls, and water vapor was constantly bubbling up "gurgling".

"Okay," Zhao Xingde seemed to have made up his mind, rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, and said to Du Fujiao: "Give me the syringe." Du Fujiao didn't dare to slack off, and immediately took out the silver syringe, let it cool a little, and handed it to Zhao Xingde, while he himself stepped aside. Everyone in the room looked at Zhao Xingde with wide eyes, only to see that he did not hesitate at all, and pierced the bulging green tendons of his arm with a syringe, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and said to Du Fujiao: "Take a handle, draw a syringe and blood out." ”

"Mr. Zhao!" Lu Mingyu and the others exclaimed, Du Blowing the horn was stunned on the ground, Zhao Xingde's face sank, and he shouted: "Blow the horn!" Du Blowhorn didn't dare to disobey his order, so he took a step forward and stabilized his mind first, then he held the syringe with his left hand, and slowly pulled the silver rod at the back end of the syringe to the end with his right hand.