If you send the sword Yama back to Yinhu Mountain, I am afraid that he will die of pain before he dies of poison, whether he is dead or alive, no one can be the master, and no one dares to call the shots.

"Go find some wine and some clean cloth." Fang Jue said to a leader.

Listening to Fang Jue's tone, this person seemed to have a way to save the Badao Yama, although he didn't understand what he wanted to do with these, he still went to find it, fortunately, the Lingliangshan cottage was not burned down, and he quickly found these two things.

Fang Jue asked people to hold down the Badao Yama, and a few people trembled and held down the Badao Yama, even though the strength of the Badao Yama is usually very strong, but at this moment, she is already the same as ordinary women, and she has no strength anymore.

"Let me go, or I'll kill you." Badao Yama was still conscious, she saw Fang Jue holding the dagger, and seemed to have guessed what Fang Jue would do next, she resisted desperately.

Several leaders saw that the overlord Yama was angry, and they all let go of their hands.

"Do you want her to die, if you don't want her to die, just listen to me, she will find someone to settle the account, and it will not be your turn."

Fang Jue actually scolded a few leaders angrily, he really regarded himself as the military advisor of Yinhu Mountain, and several leaders were also in charge of hundreds of people, but they just looked at Fang Jue viciously, they didn't want to kill the sword Yama, but they had no choice but to hold back their anger for the time being.

Several of the leaders plucked up the courage to hold down the tyrant Yama, which was the most daring and boastful thing in their lives.

Fang Jue pulled out his dagger and wiped it on his fairly clean clothes, and then walked towards the wound of the overlord sword Yama.

"There's no hemp boiling, you bear with it."

Fang Jue used his knife and began to cut the wound of the Badao Yama.

At this moment, although Tyrant Dao Yan Luo didn't feel much pain in the cut, she also felt that Fang Jue was cutting her arm, and she was already crying, tears running down her cheeks. She would rather die than be a Yama with a broken arm.

Fang Jue cut open the wound of the overlord sword Yama, and the blood began to flow outward, and it was all black, but it was useless to rely on artesian flow alone.

Fang Jue suddenly picked up the wine jar and drank a few sips by himself, and everyone was also wondering, is this Mr. Wu Liao going to use wine to strengthen his courage? And then cut off the arm of the sword Yama? These people all cast admiring glances, and they didn't expect that this young Mr. Wu Liao could not only fight, but also dare to use a knife, but also use a knife on the sword Yama.

Fang Jue enjoyed a few sips of the spirits, and he didn't know how risky what he would do next, but he was still willing to try.

Seeing Fang Jue bury his head and put his mouth close to the blackened arm of the overlord sword Yama, Fang Jue didn't care that the strange gaze of the person next to him was mixed with anger.

Fang Jue took a sharp breath, then spit out a mouthful of jet-black blood, followed by a second and third mouthful. Fang Jue kept sucking the blood on the body of the sword Yama, like a lamb waiting to be fed, half-kneeling on the ground.

Badao Yan Luo was extremely frightened and angry as she watched Fang Jue sucking on her arm, she couldn't describe her messy mood at the moment, a man used his mouth to thin his body, this was an insult to her, even if she might not have to break her arm. The angry eyes of the overlord sword Yan Luo slowly eased, she also knew how risky it was for Fang Jue to do this, she just watched Fang Jue suck the poisonous blood from her body so quietly, she also felt that her body was not as painful as just now.

It wasn't until Fang Jue's blood spit out was red that Fang Jue stopped, he rinsed his mouth with wine, gargled for a long time, he didn't dare to guarantee that he wouldn't be poisoned, Fang Jue actually held the wine jar just in case, and then drank it in a big gulp. If you're too unlucky, die or die, and enjoy a good bar before you die.

Some of them stayed behind to clean up the battlefield and clean up the corpses, while the rest escorted Mo Erhu and Badao Yama back to Yinhu Mountain.

Fang Jue walked and walked, but he actually began to walk unsteadily, swaying from side to side, and he didn't know if he was poisoned or drank too much.

There was no way, a few leaders still ordered their subordinates to carry Fang Jue back to Yinhu Mountain.

Yinhu Mountain had already received the news, and Jiang Dahu couldn't wait to come out of the cottage to greet him, but when he saw such a few people coming back, he saw someone being carried back.

"Erhu, daughter..."

Jiang Dahu looked at Mo Erhu and his daughter Jiang San who were carried back, and even Mr. Wu Liao was carried back, he didn't believe that Yinhu Mountain had won, and he didn't believe that Lingliang Mountain had been completely destroyed.

Jiang Dahu invited Lang Zhong back, or more precisely, robbed a few people to come back, and threatened them with their families.

Because Fang Jue sucked the poison in her arm, she avoided the danger of amputation, but the injury to her arm still needed to recuperate.

Mo Erhu was not so lucky, although there was a tyrant Yan Luo who immediately cut off Mo Erhu's leg and temporarily saved Mo Erhu's life, but he still didn't wake up. Mo Erhu's poison had already destroyed part of his nerves, and he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to wake up, and even if he woke up, he would be a crippled body.

Jiang Dahu asked Lang Zhong to show Fang Jue as well, Jiang Dahu listened to the report of the leaders, and he was impressed by Mr. Wu Liao in front of him.

"How's he doing?" Jiang Dahu asked Lang Zhong, who was taking Fang Jue's pulse.

"He has a confused pulse and signs of poisoning, but not life-threatening." Lang Zhong was also surprised by Fang Jue's situation, he detected that Fang Jue had actually been poisoned by two kinds, one was the same as Mo Erhu, and the other, he really hadn't seen it.

"You must cure him for me, and if you cure him, I will give you gold and silver, if you can't cure him, I want you to never go down to Silver Tiger Mountain." Jiang Dahu began to coerce and lure, he obviously cared very much about this talent named Wu Liao.

The next day, Fang Jue woke up from a daze, more like he woke up after being drunk.

A few Lang Zhong looked at Fang Jue even more inexplicably, because Fang Jue looked, like a normal person, there was no sign of poisoning at all, but with a pulse, they obviously felt that Fang Jue's pulse was wrong.

"You see what's going on, I'm not going to die." Fang Jue asked a few Lang Zhong.

"Not going to die, certainly not going to die."

A few Lang Zhong saw Fang Jue's lively appearance, and there was no problem on the surface, so they naturally wouldn't have nothing to do. What's more, they felt that Fang Jue was a bandit, even if they could save it, they didn't want to save it. If Fang Jue is saved, I don't know how many people will suffer.

Lang Zhong is committed to saving people, but they are very afraid of the bandits in Yinhu Mountain, and it would be better if they could get out as soon as possible.

A few Lang Zhong prescribed some medicinal herbs to the three of them, thinking that Jiang Dahu would let them go, but they were wrong.

Jiang Dahu did not forcibly leave a few Langzhong, he let a few Langzhong decide for themselves. After Jiang Dahu's incident, he knew that Yinhu Mountain still needed Lang Zhong, so this Jiang Dahu invited several of Lang Zhong's family members to Yinhu Mountain.

Despicable and shameless, Jiang Dahu is not afraid of how these people scold themselves in their hearts, anyway, they are bandits, they can scold as much as they want. However, Jiang Dahu knew that these Langzhong would not leave Yinhu Mountain, and he also set aside a courtyard for these Langzhong and his family to live in.

However, it was terrible for Langzhong to feel uneducated, because Jiang Dahu heard that the imperial city was called Tai Hospital for Langzhong's residence and office, so he asked the gentleman of the hospital to also write a sign.

Since then, not only has there been a Tai Hospital in the Imperial City, but there is also a Tai Hospital in this Yinhu Mountain. Jiang Dahu heard the people in the courtyard scolding him behind his back, but he didn't care at all, but a smug smile appeared on his face.

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