The fragrance of various herbs mixed together is not unpleasant, on the contrary, it is as if they are all independent individuals, and they can distinguish the unique smell of many herbs in the air.

It's obviously a closed space, but I don't know what is installed on the top of the stone wall, so that the outside light can let in.

At least Yan Shuimiao saw the crescent moon tonight.

The entire wall of the huge stone house is lined with night pearls, which are bright even at night, and there are many flower pots and many medicinal herbs planted on the stone wall with wood and mud shelves.

There was also the sound of tinkling water droplets, and even the occasional cough was heard.

Yan Shuimiao held her breath, gathered all her breath and drifted closer, and saw a woman with long hair running vertically to her ankles and wearing a white dress.

Feeling the unfamiliar breath, the woman turned around, Yan Shui Miao screamed uncontrollably, but the woman opposite her grinned, and even slipped tears from the ugly face crisscrossed with dense blood stains.

Finally another person came in, crippled, finally someone doubted you, finally someone stepped into this cave, then, he will definitely find him, he will definitely find me.

"Who are you?" Yan Shuimiao's voice trembled, is that person, still a person? Except for the hair, there is not a single piece of skin on the face, all the scars left by the blade, but shouldn't the scars be flesh-colored?

She is all blood red, isn't she a pharmacist, testing poison and raising poison......

The white bones scattered in a corner of the stone wall made Yan Shui Miao clutch the placket on his chest tightly, and even his breathing was a little lighter, for fear of alarming the things that were still sleeping on the white bones.

It was a purple-feathered bee that she knew, a purple-feathered bee that feeds on people's flesh and souls.

The poison it extracted was the source of the master's cultivation of the Ten Thousand Poisonous Hands.

This is indeed the master's secret base, those who often disappear for no reason, and the countless people they have captured have become food for the purple feather bees, and the identity plates scattered on the ground show their identity.

"Don't be afraid, there is also a stone house there, full of human bones, and the poison extracted by the purple feather bee is the medicine of many potions, and it is indispensable." The white-haired woman finally spoke, her voice was shady and hoarse, pure the voice of an old woman.

"Senior, I came to pick up the medicine on behalf of my master." Yan Shuimiao instinctively wanted to get out of here quickly.

"Don't worry, talk to me! Every time your master comes, he will only eat my flesh and drink my blood. The white-haired woman lifted the clothes on her arm, and the pits were full of pits, and there were also blood marks intertwined.

The white-haired woman grabbed a purple-feathered bee from the bones and placed it on her bare arm, letting it suck her own blood, staging the pain she had to endure every day in front of Yan Shuimiao.

With a special physique, she will never be poisoned, no matter how fierce and ferocious she is, she will be cured after lying down for a few days.

"You're saying that these purple-feathered bees still need your blood for food, you, you're a medicine man?"

"Medicine man......?" The white-haired woman shook her heavy head, as if recalling those distant memories.

Who is she? What's her name? She only remembered that she was locked up here, she was waiting for someone, for a long, long time, and the mutilation said that he had gone far away, and asked her to wait for him here.

She looked at Yan Shuimiao who retreated to the corner to find an exit with empty and confused eyes: "It's useless, you can't get out." ”