Several people were able to calmly guess the murderer who poisoned him.

It was because they felt that Elder Yao would definitely have the ability to save the Venerable Lord.

And yet next

I saw Elder Yao lower his head, slapped his face fiercely, and whispered, "Incompetent!" ”

"Smack-"

"Rubbish!"

Watching Elder Yao's movements, the heads of several people standing on the side were buzzing.

Several pairs of eyes stared at Elder Yao in disbelief, watching him tremble all over, and squeezed out a few words in a trembling voice: "There is no antidote, this poison"

"There is no solution to this poison."

When the Lord is decadent.

They can cheer up.

When the lord said that he wanted to go to her, when he wanted to give up the ancient martial arts family.

They can also cheer up.

But now, they really can't hold it anymore.

Several people smiled in a trance, and then sat down along the ground.

"No solution?"

"How can there be no solution?"

They shook their heads and listened to Elder Yao say word by word: "Ever since I knew the master, she has been fond of cigarettes and alcohol, and she wants the strongest and strongest. ”

"But later, the master quit."

"I still remember that when my master used to develop poisons, he never made an antidote."

"But later, the master must match a poison with an antidote."

"It's all for that person...... Seventeen years dead. ”

Elder Yao said.

The more uncomfortable the disciple became, and his heart was hit hard a few times.

"This poison"

"It was developed by the master before he heard that person died, and he hid it in the secret room, and the master didn't have time to make the antidote, and he didn't have time to ...... it."

"The time of the poison is only one month."

"It's just a month."

Elder Yao lowered his head in guilt and impotence, and the entire main hall revealed an atmosphere of despair and desolation.

Every pair of eyes looked at the woman lying on the ground.

She won't light any more cigarettes.

No more drunkenness.

I won't close myself off anymore, I blame myself all the time, and I'm going to give up the Guwu family to find that person.

"No, there must be a way!"

The Gu Wu disciples couldn't believe it.

He crawled in front of the lord with both hands, and his voice was crying: "I don't believe it, the master has survived seventeen years." ”

"How could you be taken away by the poison you developed?"

"Elder Medicine!"

"Someone must be able to save the master, right? You say, you have a way, don't you? The Gu Martial Disciple grabbed Elder Yao's shoulders and shook them desperately.

He didn't believe it!

How can something happen to the master?

Elder Yao's face trembled slightly.

He felt his heart so tight that he couldn't lift it when he breathed in

But suddenly!

Elder Yao's gaze suddenly saw the red silk thread not far away, he was stunned for a moment, and forcefully pulled away the disciple's hand and rushed to the side of the silk thread.

"Thread, silk thread."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"There is one person who can save the Lord, the person who made the master collapse seventeen years ago, she will definitely be able to save it!"

Elder Yao stared at the red threads tightly.

He said excitedly: "Seventeen years ago, my master's life was in danger several times. ”

"It's the master that man rescued!"

The disciple, who had still had a little hope, was desperate and couldn't despair anymore after hearing these words: "Have you forgotten? The man died. ”

"Seventeen years ago, he was dead."

Elder Yao stretched out his hand.

He touched the silk thread in front of him like a treasure, and bowed his head and pondered for a long time.

Collect the red thread

That seems like seventeen years ago

That's right!

Elder Yao raised his head abruptly and said eagerly, "Seventeen years ago! Even when she died, the master's collection of these red silk threads must have something to do with her! ”