After running for more than half an hour, the seventh master gasped, "Okay... Well, I didn't chase it. ”

Hearing the seventh master say this, I had already sat on the ground with exhaustion, but as soon as my butt touched the ground, I only felt a burning pain, and quickly stood up again, only then did I remember that it was daytime, and the ground was roasted by the sun like a red-hot iron plate, and it was estimated that after sitting for a while, my ass would be roasted.

I stood and rested for a few minutes, drank a few large mouthfuls of water, and couldn't help but be afraid for a while, the day I found out that the cave was stolen at night, although the scorpion had been chasing us, but it was not so physically exhausting to run, and now in the middle of the day, under the scorching sun, we were almost dehydrated, if this scorpion was really chasing after it, I guess there was no physical strength to support us to run to the edge of the town, and we had to feed all the scorpions.

Huzi stood up and said, "Brother, what's wrong with this scorpion?" I remember the last time I was chased by them, they chased us all night until we reached the edge of town. ”

I don't know, I turned my head to look at the seventh master, and the seventh master explained, "This scorpion likes darkness and is afraid of light, especially the stimulation of strong light. Usually it doesn't come out during the day, and being able to chase us for so long is already a rare breed. ”

Huzi spread his hands and said, "Then the damn is over, you look at this Gobi Desert, except for the thief hole, how can there be any shady place, this group of scorpions must have built a nest in that cemetery, let's go in and die." ”

I looked at the seventh master, he is an expert in this area, I don't know how many tombs are buried, there must be a way for this scorpion, I saw that he looked calm, thinking that he should already have an idea, and was about to ask him, but before I could speak, Huan Zi on the side snorted, as if he couldn't hold back the sound after enduring great pain.

We all heard that the voice was wrong, and quickly turned our heads to look at Huanzi, only to see that he was already covered with sweat, and the beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping down like rain, his face was sallow, his lips were white, and he was still trembling.

"What's wrong? Huanzi? The Seventh Master walked over and asked.

"It's okay, I'll just take a break." Huanzi seemed to be enduring the severe pain, and this sentence almost popped out from between her teeth.

This Huanzi is honest and honest by nature, he doesn't like to cause trouble to others, and he is also the most loyal to the Seventh Master, so no matter what he does, the Seventh Master likes to take him with him, seeing him in such pain, the Seventh Master hurriedly walked over and grabbed Huanzi's hand.

The moment I saw Huanzi's hand, I couldn't help but tremble, my mother, where is that hand, the whole disposable plastic medical gloves that have been blown up! The skin on Huanzi's hand has begun to become transparent because of the swelling, and you can clearly see the blood vessels on the arm, and you can see through the skin that a lot of transparent liquid appears in it, and it seems to be constantly expanding.

"You're fucking poisoned by a corpse scorpion, and you're fucking hard!"

The seventh master scolded, pulled out a saber, raised and fell with his hand, and quickly drew a knife about ten centimeters long on Huanzi's arm, almost from the wrist to the elbow, the transparent liquid flowed out, emitting a foul smell, Huzi and I couldn't help but cover our noses, the smell was really bad, I guess I would have to vomit it after smelling it for a while.

"I said Seventh Master, Huanzi is usually a good person, do you want to make such a long opening and release poison? A prick with a needle is not all and it is over. Huzi pouted and looked at the seventh master, and had quite an opinion, probably because he was so cruel to his own people, and he was afraid that he would do this to us after he entered the tomb.

The seventh master glared at Huzi, "At the beginning, you can use a needle to puncture it, but Huanzi's hand is already swollen like this, and then you use a needle to prick it, it is like a balloon, and the poisonous water in it suddenly gushes out of a small space, which will inevitably break through the skin, Huanzi's hand is useless, and you must use a very fast technique to draw a long hole to let the venom flow out." ”

Huzi was stunned when he heard this, and nodded again and again.

I was secretly surprised in my heart, the seventh master's knife was extremely fast, without the slightest hesitation, the knife was extremely sharp, and what surprised me the most was that his knife was not only fast, but also walked not in a straight line, but in an arc, perfectly bypassing the blood vessels on Huanzi's arm.

In my experience, it is already very difficult for ordinary people to draw this knife very quickly, even if someone can draw this knife at such a fast speed, it must be a straight stroke, like the seventh master's technique, it is absolutely impossible to do, to be honest, I saw the accuracy of the seventh master's gun before, and now I have seen the sharpness of the seventh master's knife, it is really terrifying, how good is his skill, what is his identity, and what is his background? I couldn't help but put a big question mark in my mind.

After treating the wound, the seventh master looked around, "Now that the thief cave has been found, our dry food and water are almost consumed, and Huanzi has been poisoned, let's go back to the town first, replenish the supplies, help Huanzi deal with the corpse scorpion venom, and then set off." ”

Huzi and I nodded again and again, the seventh master's legs and feet were inconvenient, so I and Huzi took turns to carry Huanzi back, while walking, I asked the seventh master, "This scorpion is so powerful, there must be more in the thief hole, how can we go down?" ”

The seventh master smiled slightly, looked at the town that was faintly visible in the distance, and said, "What's so difficult about this, the old man has his own way." ”

Huzi and I were skeptical, and we didn't dare to ask anything, so we just carried Huanzi all the way forward.

Soon arrived in the town, we opened a room in the hotel, let Huanzi lie down, at this time Huanzi was very weak, his face was pale, the wound that was originally cut by the seventh master, began to grow a layer of green hair, I couldn't help but feel stunned, goosebumps all over my body.

About half an hour later, the Seventh Master came back, with a bottle of rice wine in his hand, and a large jar of honey, the honey was mixed with some earthy yellow powder, I don't know what it was.

"Help me get him up."

After I picked up Huanzi, the seventh master skillfully poured a small half cup of rice wine into the palm of his hand, and then took out a small bottle from his body, which contained a dark red liquid, he opened the cap, I smelled a smell of blood, it should be the blood of something, I saw the iron hook in his right hand skillfully clamped the bottle, dripped a drop into the palm of his hand, and then quickly slapped his hand on Huanzi's wound, rubbing it up and down.

Huanzi was excited, screaming in pain, and kicking his feet wildly.

"Hold him down!"

I hurriedly pressed Huanzi's legs with my hands, only to feel like holding down two wooden sticks, Huanzi's strength was so great that two or three times almost kicked me away, I hurriedly used all my strength, almost the whole person pressed on Huanzi's legs.

The seventh master rubbed Huanzi's injured arm vigorously, and the other hook hand pressed Huanzi's other arm, I didn't see how much force he used, he actually pressed Huanzi to death, and Huanzi, who was as strong as a calf, could only scream in pain, and couldn't break free.

Huanzi's aching forehead oozed beads of sweat the size of beans, and he yelled, "Seventh Master, don't, don't, you just kill me, it hurts...... It hurts me to death. ”

The seventh master ignored his howl and continued to rub, "Pain means that it has an effect, you bear with it!" ”

After about ten minutes of rubbing, Huanzi had no strength, and the original howl turned into a * in his throat.

The seventh master slowly relaxed, and then let go of the left hand that was rubbing Huanzi's arm, I went up to take a look, only to see that the long green hair on Huanzi's hand had faded to white, and the palm of the seventh master was already dark green.

The seventh master bit the saber with his mouth, slashed the palm of his left hand upward, and a fishy dark green liquid flowed out, the seventh master took another sip of rice wine, and squirted violently towards the wound, I only saw a puff of white smoke coming up, and the seventh master couldn't help but snort, it seemed that it hurt badly.

Then after the seventh master wrapped the wound on his hand with gauze, he said, "Go, apply that honey to Huanzi's wound, carry him out, and let the sun expose his wound." After saying that, he looked down at his watch again, it was exactly about eleven forty-five, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and the yang energy is the heaviest, carry him over quickly, it'll be troublesome if it's late." ”

Then Huzi and I carried Huanzi to the courtyard of the small hotel, when the sun was at its hottest, and the sun was directly on the skin, making people feel a burning stinging sensation.

Huzi complained, "What the hell is three o'clock in the afternoon, this is simply standing in the yard drying bacon jerky!" ”

In ancient times, since the Tang Dynasty, the twelve hours were divided into two parts, and three quarters at noon was the third quarter of noon, and it was recorded in the ancient texts, saying: "Leak the copper kettle to hold water, carve the knots, and day and night for a hundred quarters." That is, 14 minutes and 24 seconds per quarter, and about 11:45 a.m. at noon. The so-called three o'clock in the afternoon is the heaviest time of yang energy in this world.

The Seventh Master picked this time to expose Huanzi's wounds, presumably to remove the corpse qi from the wounds on his arms.

After about twenty minutes, the seventh master looked at the sky and said, "Okay, carry it back." ”

We put Huanzi on the bed, and the seventh master patted Huanzi's arm that was wrapped in honey just now, only to see that the arm was now crystal clear, like a piece of amber, and the seventh master found a small slit and pulled it with two fingers.

The whole piece of honey film that had hardened was torn off by the seventh master in this way, and Huanzi sat up in pain, and the honey film was like a layer of transparent tape, bringing all the white hairs off Huanzi's arms.

"Okay, it's okay, rest for two days, let's go to the thief cave again."

said that he had a two-day break, but the seventh master was really not idle in the past two days, bought rice wine, gasoline, asphalt, and a large barrel of pesticides, soaked the black canvas we wore as training clothes repeatedly, boiled the pesticides, soaked the clothes inside, and then exposed to the sun, and then repeated many times.

In the end, the clothes didn't mention how smelly they were, and I wanted to vomit when I asked.

After two days, Huan Zi has basically fully recovered, under the repeated compulsion of the seventh master, the three of us wore a layer of long-sleeved autumn clothes and autumn pants inside, and put on this very smelly training uniform outside, I couldn't help it, I brought three layers of masks, thinking that wearing clothes that have been soaked in this chemical many times, I am afraid that before I can go to the place, I will be smoked to death.

Since we wore a layer of long-sleeved autumn clothes and pants, we were afraid of heat stroke during the day, so we set off at night instead, and went straight to the thief cave with stars and moons all the way.

Along the way, Huzi and Huanzi and the three of us were cautious, walking all the way, looking around nervously all the way, only the seventh master was very fast, carrying forty pounds of equipment on his back and being like no one, with a tiger and tiger under his feet, a wooden stick leg, making a rhythmic clicking sound on the ground.