Item Name: Sweat Medicine.

Function: Make the person unconscious, depending on the physical fitness of the victim at the specific time. Produced by the Oneiroi machine, it must be a high-quality product. The system kindly reminds that the medicine can be drunk with water, eaten directly as a snack, or used as lime, but remember, don't taste it yourself. The holy product that is necessary for killing, the wonderful product for home beds, the system recommends it!

Yun Ting sat in the room, holding a packet of medicinal powder wrapped in yellow paper in his hand, and after reading the introduction of the item, he unconsciously smiled. It can be understood as a lewd laugh, or a wicked laugh, or even a bad laugh, in short, this laugh is a little meaningful.

This option of truth has indeed brought a lot of inconvenience to Yun Ting, but in the final analysis, Yun Ting is still a player, although he is not a player in the eyes of the aborigines, and there is no difference between him and them, but Yun Ting is still a player at all. Therefore, the system did not deprive him of the privilege of viewing equipment and some data, so Yun Ting was able to sit here and check the pack of medicine given to him by the Oneiroi machine.

Oneiroi is a person who is very good at killing, on the contrary, he is also very good at saving people, and even more torturing people, just like his character, evil and chaotic.

Yun Ting has never doubted this god man, this time he went to Shanyue, and the Oneiroi didn't know what poison he would bring back and what kind of holy products he would make. Yun Ting believes in the works of the Oneiroi Machine, and if you don't believe it, you have to believe it, because when the Oneiroi Machine's means are used, it will be too late for you to believe it again.

Wait a minute, Yun Ting will personally experiment, after all, no matter how good the mouse in the world is, it is the experimenter himself, Yun Ting plans to make this mouse himself, and use it to experiment with the medicinal properties of the sweat medicine, so he is a little sure.

So, he carefully opened the small paper bag, stretched out his thumb and index finger, crushed some yellow-brown powder, put it in his mouth, and then used a fast speed to re-wrap the powder and stuff it into the purse.

Yun Ting took a deep breath, one step, two steps, three steps... Eight steps.

Finally, the big bed was in front of him, but Yun Ting found that countless things were spinning in front of him, even he was spinning, and the big bed was spinning even more. Turning and turning, Yun Ting also fell, and his arm was resting on the bed that was close at hand, but his body could not be put up, and he was lying on the cold ground.

"It's not that scary, is it?"

In a daze, Yun Ting muttered, and then fell asleep, leaving only a little spit at the corner of his mouth, which was shining.

"Stiff neck." Yun Ting stroked his neck with his hand, turned it a few times, and heard a few violent sounds of bones, which made him feel much more comfortable. If he had known that this sweat medicine was so powerful, Yun Ting would not have eaten it so recklessly, it seemed that it was only a little bit, and he would have slept like a dead pig.

For this matter, Yun Ting's resentment is very deep, if only he had climbed into bed at that time, at least his whole body would not have fallen apart today, one wrong step, and he was covered with injuries.

It wasn't until the third o'clock in the morning that he woke up, had breakfast, and had a few brief words with those helpers, and Yun Ting came out.

Now he is standing in front of the building that was originally the Julu County Ya and is now the base camp of the Yellow Turban. This place has been cleared, along with the surrounding houses, and a barracks has been rebuilt!

Now the soldiers inside have begun the morning exercise of the day, the shouting and cheering are endless, and the sound of swords is endless, so it is not lively. This kind of training can also reflect Zhang Jiao's attention to the quality of soldiers, if he is given time, I am afraid that the Yellow Turban Army will not be all that kind of outcast army!

Yun Ting stood still in front of the barracks for a while, combing through all the details that should be thought about and paying attention to, and then walked towards the gate of the barracks.

"Stop!" The Yellow Turban soldiers guarding the gate stopped Yun Ting.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? If you're going to be okay, get out of the way! A yellow turban soldier with the identity of a squad leader, with five subordinates, walked up to Yun Ting and watched vigilantly.

"Thunder." Yun Ting said lightly, raised his head and looked around, so leisurely.

In his eyes, although these Yellow Turban soldiers looked majestic and well-trained, they still lacked the tempering of life and death, otherwise Yun Ting would still take a second look. It's just that the reason why the Yellow Turban Army is so strong, no matter what else, nothing else is of any use, it is completely Zhang Jiao alone, and he alone supports the entire Yellow Turban Army.

"Yunting? That traitor is you? The squad leader obviously didn't react, and hurriedly asked again.

"Yunting is me, and the traitor is not me." Answering like this, Yun Ting seems to be telling an unrelated matter, or is he looking for death?

He shrugged his shoulders, yawned, and straightened his long hair that had been blown by the wind again, and only three things were done, that is, dozens of seconds later, the squad leader reacted.

"Come on, take down this traitor, and kill him!" The squad leader shouted, drew his knife, and surrounded Yun Ting with the five Yellow Turban soldiers beside him.

However, not only that, as this shout spread, more and more Yellow Turban soldiers came over, surrounded Yun Ting in the middle, and looked at him with unkind faces. The Yellow Turbans grinded their teeth, carried guns and knives, and smiled cruelly, like a pack of wolves facing a lamb.

Each of them didn't move, they were going to move together, cut the clouds into dozens and hundreds, and then step on the flesh, so as to bring glory to the yellow sky.

From an obscure pedestrian to a high-profile protagonist, from a pedestrian who was questioned by six people, to an unlucky ghost who was surrounded by more than 100 people and ready to be slashed, this is simply a sheep in the mouth of a tiger and a suicide by himself.

Yun Ting had no expression, not even a little fluctuation, just like these hundreds of people were air, and the knives in their hands were all toys. It's just that Yun Ting didn't treat these people as toys, he looked carefully at these people surrounding him, scanned them with his eyes, and looked at the sunlight reflected by the knife, and his eyes narrowed.

Yun Ting didn't move, and he didn't plan to do it here, because he couldn't beat these hundreds of people at all, and the only thing he could do was to run.

He didn't run either, he stood as if he was waiting to die, stunned for three seconds, and when dozens of knives approached, Yun Ting smiled.

"You can't kill me."

"We're going to kill you!" The owners of these knives roared angrily, and the bruises on their faces appeared. did not stop because of Yun Ting's words, but strengthened his desire to kill Yun Ting.

"Zhang Jiao, I didn't ask you to kill me." Yun Ting said indifferently.

This fluttering sentence flew away in the crowd, and the yellow turban soldiers who raised their knives and picked up their guns were stunned.

Hearing the name Zhang Jiao, they were all in awe, and used their own unique way to worship this "god".

"You don't deserve to be called General Tiangong's name!" Someone in the crowd shouted in response.

Suddenly, those people turned their eyes on Yun Ting again, and they all gritted their teeth, as if they had some deep hatred, or Yun Ting had raped their wives and destroyed their ancestral tombs. This kind of hatred, anger, can't be resolved, it's almost overwhelming, and the fire that spreads everywhere will turn into a volcano and then erupt!

Others don't know, Yun Ting knows very well, he doesn't have the spare time to rape so many people's wives, and he doesn't have the time to go to their ancestors' homes as guests.

The reason why the Yellow Turban Soldier was so angry and hateful was just that Yun Ting said a name, Zhang Jiao. These soldiers, just because of this name, can break Yunting into thousands of pieces, eat flesh, spittle blood and gnaw bones, plus light sky lanterns, and make a worse end than Tang Zhou.

In the eyes of these Yellow Turban soldiers, Zhang Jiao is a god, and their fathers, wives, and children all believe in Zhang Jiao, so Zhang Jiao is their father and mother, the only worship! And now, Yun Ting, such an apostate and a traitor, calls this name like this, these soldiers are absolutely not allowed!

"Kill him, kill him!"

The crowd continued to approach, seeing those knives and guns so close, Yun Ting's face still did not change.

Some people say that he is pretending to be forced, some people say that he is scared stupid, and some people say that he is scared to death, but in the end, Yun Ting is indeed pretending to be forced, pretending to be very similar, and it is very big.

"You still can't kill me." Yun Ting raised his head, looked at the sky and the sun, and was slightly confused. Then he looked at the yellow turban soldiers, and his sharp and cold gaze cut hundreds of back and forth on the faces of these people.

People in the world deserve it.

In an instant, Yun Ting rose with a sense of pride, and it was really a pleasure to see so many people holding weapons but not daring to move.

However, there are still people who want to move, horizontal eyebrows are okay, thousands of fingers are okay, but a thousand knives and thousands of guns, then it is very difficult.

Yun Ting didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, and pointed forward with his middle finger, that place was the center of the entire military camp, where there was a gossip platform.

"You can't kill me. My name is Huang Thirteen, and I am your Mr. Thirteen, and I am also a student and friend of Zhang Jiao! Whoever kills me, then you are, back, betrayal, yellow, heaven! ”

(End of chapter)