After Mu Chen finished speaking, he opened the package that hung on his chest before, and it was full of various unknown herbs.

"Sir, come, open your mouth, and take this ginseng in your mouth first. Mu Chen took out a five-inch-long ginseng plant, broke its roots without hesitation, and stuffed it into the old man's mouth.

The old man chewed subconsciously, and Mu Chen suddenly said: "Wait, don't swallow it yet, this is for you to hang your breath, and you will swallow it later if you can't bear it." ”

The old man covered his mouth instantly, but because his mouth was full of ginseng, he couldn't speak, so he nodded seriously.

"Then I'll start here, and trouble the old gentleman to take off all his clothes. Mu Chen said, took out Yi Yi's dagger from his boots, emitted bursts of cold light, and carefully wiped it on his shirt.

The old man quickly took off his shirt, leaving only a pair of pants, gritted his teeth, and said, "Young Master Mu Chen, come on!"

The first knife was slashed on the back of his hand, and the old man looked calm, as if nothing had happened. When it came to the ninth knife, the corners of Fang twitched slightly.

As time passed, the knife edge also opened more and more. Gradually, a burst of soft screams came from the old man's mouth, echoing in the coffin.

"Sir, can you bear it? If you can't bear it, I'll stop first, and then we can continue. Mu Chen held the dagger in his hand, his cheeks were covered with beads of sweat, and he gasped slightly.

It took 347 knives to cut only his arms and back. Every time the old man made a knife, he was silently counting in his heart.

He gritted his teeth, shook his head, and said, "Go on, old man...... It's still bearable. ”

......

When Mu Chen slashed the last knife, the dagger fell to the ground, his wrist trembled unconsciously, and his clothes were already wet with sweat.

Looking at the masterpiece in front of him, Mu Chen sighed heavily, everything in front of him was several times bloodier than he imagined.

One after another, the scarlet wounds, most of which had been counted and the flesh of the color of qi and blood had turned white, hanging there one by one, densely covered all over the body, with a trace of undried blood on them.

The old man was lying there humming and chirping at the moment, although he felt that he had less air in and more breath, but at least he was alive and finally survived the punishment of chopping meat.

Mu Chen took out the ginseng that had been cut off before, and regardless of the flesh and blood crumbs on the knife, he directly cut off the useless reeds, cut a few pieces of ginseng, and put them in his mouth for a while.

"Poof!" Mu Chen spit out the contents of his mouth in the palm of his hand, and without discussing it with the old man, he stuffed the chewed ginseng slices in his hand into the old man's mouth.

The old man also had wounds on his face at this time, and he was weak in chewing, so he swallowed several mouthfuls before swallowing the ginseng slices.

This old ginseng is worthy of being a miracle medicine for hanging, and it has only been a short time since he got out of his stomach, and the old man's complexion has improved a lot.

"Young Master Mu Chen, your knife skills are good, and the angle of each knife wound is not bad at all. The old man looked at the wounds on his body and praised him sincerely.

Mu Chen twitched his mouth, but he didn't speak, took out a large bundle of herbs, and asked softly, "Now you will go to this purulent grass?"

"Long pain is better than short pain, Young Master Mu Chen, please take care of it. Hehe, although the old man is not your person in life, he is your corpse in death, you can just do it at will. The old man said with a smile, but his face full of knives was already unrecognizable, if it weren't for the word hehe, Mu Chen really couldn't see that he was laughing.

Mu Chen didn't bother to talk at this time, this old man didn't know if he was born like this, or if he temporarily changed his sex before he died, and the words he said made him feel helpless.

Remove a leaf from a purulent grass, open the old man's wound, and embed it in it. It wasn't until there were two or three plants left that the wound was filled.

At this time, Mu Chen was a little obedient, and did not ask the old man about the situation again, but just took out a large bundle of firewood from the package and prepared to make a fire to boil water.

"Stop, stop, Young Master Mu Chen, do you want to make a fire in the coffin this day?" the old man struggled to get up and asked Mu Chen.

"Lie down, don't let the purulent grass fall out of the wound, or I'll have to open the wound one by one again. ”

"Young Master Mu Chen, don't you know that the fire in the sealed space will smoke people to death?"

Mu Chen didn't answer him immediately, but continued the movement in his hand, took out a fire fold, and after a while, the firewood was burning. In that package, Mu Chen turned out a large cauldron, and a few blackened square broken stones, and a simple stove was formed.

After doing this, Mu Chen said lightly: "When I didn't know that this was a heavenly coffin, I roasted several heads of game in it. Aren't I alive and well? ”

After Mu Chen finished speaking, he pointed to his head. The old man took advantage of the situation and saw that the smoke produced by the firewood was actually sucked in around the coffin wall!

"Does the heavenly coffin have such an effect?" the old man said in surprise with his eyes widened.

In the package, Mu Chen turned out a few water bags made of cow and animal skins, a large piece of salt, weighed it, broke off a small part of the salt, and threw it into the cauldron, and then opened a water bag and poured water into it.

"Ahh

"This suppuration is ten million times more painful than cutting flesh!" said the old man through gritted teeth.

"Here, a few more pieces of ginseng. Mu Chen's dagger slashed across the ginseng plant, and a few pieces of ginseng appeared in his hand, and then asked, "Will you come by yourself or will I help you?"

"It's better for the old man to come by himself. ”

"Open your mouth. ”

At the entrance of the ginseng piece, the old man seemed to feel that the pain had decreased a lot in an instant.

The salt water in the pot was boiling, and Mu Chen walked to the old man's side and opened his wound, which was already covered with yellow pus.

"Old gentleman......"

"Young Master Mu Chen, come on, you have survived this hurdle, and you are basically not far from success. The old man didn't have the slightest fear in his eyes at this time, and he actually looked at the pot of boiling salt water behind Mu Chen with expectant eyes.

"Z-" This is the sound of boiling water touching a wound!

"Ahh

"Old gentleman......"

"Come, continue, don't stop! Blow, puff up! The old man will survive! By the way, give the old man some more ginseng!"

The terrible screams in this coffin were endless, and they didn't stop for a long time.

"Hahaha......hahaha! Young Master Mu Chen...... Old...... The old man finally survived......" the old man laughed weakly.

It's just that the appearance at this time is not miserable. The wound is as rugged and dense as a mountain range, and there are blisters caused by some boiling water on the outside of the wound, and the facial features on the face are basically no longer visible, and the appearance is not hideous!

Through the smooth coffin wall, the old man saw his appearance at this time, and said to the flying zombie beside him: "The old man looks much better than you!"