Looking at the blood worms in the cup like a small fish jumping in the pond, Wu Zhi's face instantly turned pale and bloodless.

"Come, Lord Wu, it's time to drink the medicine."

He Shibi showed a meaningful smile, and cautiously handed the wine glass to Wu Zhi's mouth.

He immediately closed his eyes, and could even feel the bug throbbing around his lips.

The defense line in his heart could no longer bear such a tragic reality, and the corners of his mouth went downward, and two lines of old tears flowed out.

"In addition to blood worms, there is also a special poison in this blood."

"Oh?" He Shibi immediately became interested.

What wasn't easy is now more complicated.

But he likes this kind of complexity, stirring it up in a big pool of fish and dragons, after all, it's not a big deal to watch the excitement. This virtue, which has been passed down for countless years, is once again exposed in He Shibi's body at this moment.

Wu Zhi's heart was already dead, and he knew that it was pointless for him to hide it anymore.

"My youngest son was infected with blood worms, and I didn't know it at first, thinking it was just a common cold and that he would be fine in a few days, but later, he couldn't wake up, he was groggy all day, and he was getting thinner and thinner, and I realized that something was wrong."

"I looked for Langzhong, saw the doctor, and even found Fang Wenqing, a miracle doctor in Luoshui County, who told me that my son had blood worms in his body."

"This strange illness also broke out completely in those days, and I have seen the tragic situation of many people before they die, and my heart has become more and more terrified."

"I remember your little son was just playing here, and he didn't look like he was infected." He Shibi sneered and laughed.

Wu Zhi was unmoved, "Although I have a lot of sons, I like this son the most, and I can't watch him die like this." ”

"My wife told me that there is a Gaya Temple on Hutou Mountain, and there may be a way to save my son."

"I scoffed at the time, thinking that she was whimsical, a group of monks who knocked wooden fish all day long, what can they do to cure the disease and save people?"

"It wasn't until that day, when the doctor took my son's blood for a test, that I was completely panicked."

"The skin that had just been cut open, and the tiny flesh worms drilled out, and it healed in an instant, and I thought I was dazzled, but the doctor made another cut, and this is the real thing."

"This is evil."

He let out a muffled grunt of pain, and it was clear that his body had suffered greatly from the long confinement.

He Shibi was unmoved, "Go on." ”

Wu Zhi gritted his teeth, "So despite the heavy rain, I still went up to Hutou Mountain, and I didn't send anyone to follow me." There are many ascetics on Hutou Mountain, and they bow their heads step by step, as if the mountain is inhabited by gods, which also strengthens my faith. ”

"It wasn't until I went up the mountain that I saw what Kayoji Temple looked like. It was a very large temple, and I had to walk up hundreds of meters of stairs to enter the temple, and I was so tired and out of breath that the child was half dead and no longer able to climb the mountain. ”

"At that time, a monk was pulling me, I don't know what happened, and in a blink of an eye I was in the temple."

He Shibi frowned and did not interrupt him.

"Later, my child was cured, and when I came down the mountain, someone gave me a bottle of liquid, which is what he said about the secret method of immortality. He told me that a monk would come to my house and that he would be allowed to take the bottle with him, despite the conditions. ”

"It was also later that I heard that the presiding master of the temple had not passed away, and that many dervishes had fulfilled their wishes. Only then did I realize that the contents of this bottle had a great effect on the monk, but after thinking about it, this series of things happened not without reason. In this way, I can also estimate that there should be no indome. ”

"This is a grudge between the sects, how can I intervene with a county order, since the hanging master can save my child, he has the ability to kill us, how can I not obey?"

He looked helpless, "That's all I know. ”

He Shibi listened to all the words in his ears.

He felt that this Wu Zhi was not a dumbfounder, he had a good head, and he was able to deduce so many things.

However, compared to Brother Zhu, it is still too bad.

After all, Brother Zhu is a character who can see the fate of the sky, how can he be compared with such ordinary people? He couldn't help but kneel and lick in his heart.

"You're done?" He Shibi asked.

"No, that's all I know, you have to keep your promise and let me go." Wu Zhi's heart was gloomy, even if he could survive now, when the East Window incident happened, I am afraid that he would be the first to die.

He Shibi showed a funny look, "Lord Wu, you are really good at making up crepes." ”

"What I said is true, if I have half a lie, my whole family will not die well!" He hurriedly swore an oath.

"I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about, when did I say I was going to let you go?" He Shibi showed a cold smile and poured this cup of blood into Wu Zhi's mouth without hesitation.

As if they had found paradise, the throbbing blood worm jumped up and down from his mouth, breaking through the membrane and burrowing into the flesh, and there was no movement for a moment.

Wu Zhi only felt a trickle slipping through his throat, fragrant and pungent, full of the smell of wine.

But he didn't feel the slightest bit of enjoyment now.

The confinement was lifted, and he was able to move.

Kneeling on the ground, I wanted to vomit, but even if I cut my throat, I couldn't get anything out.

In an instant, he fell from heaven to hell.

"Immortal, please let me go, don't torture me." He kowtowed repeatedly, blood on his forehead, but when he raised his head, there was no half of a figure in front of him.

And Yue gradually left, I don't know when, and disappeared.

A sense of impending disaster surrounded him, and he fought like he had gone mad at the wine glasses, the decorations on the table, and the vases, and the hall was in shambles.

After doing this, he collapsed to the ground panting.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he hurriedly touched his forehead, the wound did not know when it had healed, and there was not even a scar on it, but there were still some blood crust powder on his fingers.

In an instant, all happiness and joy left him.

Status, family, and money are not attractive to him, he is like the four empty monks, and his mind is blank.

But when he thought of the smiling young man just now, there was finally something more on his expression, and it was fear from his soul.

For the enemy he could never defeat, he could not arouse the slightest anger in his heart.

Revenge is nothing more than hastening one's own death.

The intense drowsiness hit like a tide, and with too much alcohol, he was almost like a stroke, and he instantly went limp and did not move.

The rest of the time was the most painful for him.

Because of He's wall, it has become the most terrible nightmare in his remaining days, and it can't be dissipated.

Dream after dream, let him fall into the abyss forever.