With the efforts of several guards, Zuo Huancheng's pharmacy was finally cleaned up, the floor was washed with water, and the sheets were replaced with new ones, without the slightest trace of blood.

He Yang lay motionless on the bed, opened his eyes weakly, and looked at the ceiling, he had personally moved Huang Quan to this bed a few days ago, and now he himself was lying here.

Zuo Huancheng took a lot of effort, and also used a detoxification holy pill locked in the warehouse, and finally saved his life, but he didn't know if he could survive it.

Even if they can get through, there will be serious sequelae, and their strength will be greatly weakened.

"It hurts!" He Yang said hoarsely, looking at the ceiling, his voice full of pain, experiencing the feeling of those prisoners who were tortured by him.

"Bear with me! The painkiller has been contaminated with poison powder and cannot be used. Zuo Huancheng sighed while checking the medicine on the medicine shelf.

It wasn't until half an hour ago that he finally regained some of his senses, took out the bottles of antidote powder, smelled them carefully, and found that there was an unusual smell in them.

Later, he found that some of the poison bottles in the medicine cabinet had been moved, and finally deduced the truth of the matter.

Obviously, all this was done by Huang Quan, and he mixed the poison with some elixir, so after feeding He Yang the antidote, it became more serious.

If it was usual, he could have discovered these details, but he was too angry and anxious before to notice it for a while.

He looked at the rows of medicine shelves and countless bottles and cans, and felt a little irritable.

Every bottle of medicine here may have been touched by Huang Quan, and some poisons are colorless and odorless, so it is too troublesome to find out completely.

However, the loss of direct discarding is too great, and I don't know how long and what month it will take to prepare so many medicines again.

Zuo Huancheng turned his head to look outside the door from time to time, waiting for the guards to come and report the news that he had found Huangquan, but no one came.

The sun hung obliquely in the sky, and the golden sunlight shone obliquely into the pharmacy, illuminating the long shadows of the medicine shelves, and it would be dark for two hours at most.

Tonight is the night of the blood moon, even if Huang Quan is caught, he will be directly sacrificed to the ancestor, and there is no chance for him to be tortured.

Suddenly, Zuo Huancheng sniffled and sniffed the air carefully.

"Why does it still smell of blood?" he muttered to himself in confusion, this pharmacy had obviously been cleaned, and it still smelled of blood.

He sniffled and searched everywhere, looking for the source of the smell of blood.

Gradually, he came to the bedside again, and the smell of blood seemed to come from here.

This bed has been cleaned again, the blood-stained sheets have all been replaced, and He Yang lying on the bed is a symptom of poisoning, and it is impossible to emit a bloody smell.

He set his eyes on the big box next to the bed, which was usually used as a table, with many objects on it, and rarely opened.

He walked over, took all the items from it, and lifted the lid of the box.

Suddenly, a smell of blood that had been covered for a long time rushed out!

In the box, there was a corpse that had been stripped of its coat, its head was bloody and fleshy, and its entire face had been peeled off.

Zuo Huancheng was stunned, and finally reacted, and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry! Quickly find the corpse of the guard! That's Huangquan!"

......

Huang Quan clutched his chest and struggled through the dense forest and grass for a day.

He did not dare to take the main road, lest he be overtaken by the pursuers, so he could only move forward in the grassy jungle full of thorns.

Fortunately, Banyan Tree Village is located at the foot of the Black Rock Mountain, and from here you can just look at the towering Black Rock Mountain, you only need to go in that direction, and you won't get lost.

He was already scarred, cut with blood from thorns, bitten by mosquitoes and poisonous insects, and even bitten by several poisonous snakes.

The broken bones in his body are getting more and more painful, and the injuries are getting worse and worse, and he has already reached the limit, but he is holding on with a will.

He took out a pill from his clothes, swallowed it, and continued to grit his teeth and move forward.

This is the elixir he found last night, but no matter how good the elixir is, it needs to be recuperated, and now his vigorous exercise is not conducive to the exertion of the effect of the medicine.

After climbing a small hill, it was already difficult for him to stand still, and he was about to faint.

At this moment, his tired eyes lit up slightly.

There was a blue lake at the bottom of the small hill, and a woman in a light blue dress was squatting on the shore to wash her hands, and her slender jade fingers stirred the surface of the lake, causing a circle of ripples, like a fairy descending to earth, not eating fireworks.

As if grasping at a life-saving straw, he stumbled down the hill and hurried towards the woman's direction with the last of his strength.

The woman by the lake seemed to sense something, turned her head slowly, and saw Huang Quan walking out of the dense forest with difficulty.

Huang Quan and the woman glanced at each other, they couldn't bear it anymore, their legs went weak, their eyes swirled, and they fell.

A figure flashed, and a gentle hand caught him and held him in his arms.

"What's wrong with you?" a clear female voice sounded, as pure as a lake, with a hazy echo, coming from the depths of consciousness.

Huang Quan's eyes widened with difficulty, and he saw a beautiful face, looking down at him gently, and there seemed to be a hazy soft light around him, like a fairy had come to save him.

"Under the Black Rock Mountain...... Banyan Tree Village ......" He spit out a sentence with difficulty, tilted his head, and completely fainted.

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In the back mountain of Sun Moon Villa, Zuo Huancheng led a group of prisoners who were chained and walked on the edge of the cliff.

The group of prisoners, ragged, sluggish, stiff and seemingly hypnotized, were covered in wounds and tortured to the point that they were barely human.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled down obliquely, shining on them, casting long shadows and strange steps, as if they were chasing corpses.

Stepping over knee-high grass, they came to a cave by the river, which was pitch black and exuded an eerie atmosphere.

Zuo Huancheng was slightly nervous, stopped, coughed a few times, calmed down, and then led the group of prisoners in.

After a long walk around the cave, they finally came to a large underground space, which was dark and damp, with water dripping down the rock walls, and a fishy smell in the air.

There was a well at the top of the cave in front of him, and the only light shone in it was facing an old man below.

He was chained through captivity, his hair was scattered, his clothes were torn, and long tentacles grew from his lower body, spreading out everywhere, like twisted roots, sinking into the depths of darkness.

Next to the old man, there was a trembling young man, who was the traverser - Deng Zihao.