Before she could speak, the white-haired old man bent his knees, and knelt down in front of her with a "plop", and said in a trembling voice: "Girl, please also ask the girl to help and save the only remaining bloodline of my Qingyu clan, if the girl can come to the rescue, don't say it is holy water, even if it is to be the life of the old decay, the old decay will definitely give it with both hands without saying a word, in order to thank the girl for her great kindness!" ”

Feng Qingyun was a little speechless.

How did she know how to save them, she had never heard of it before, let alone how to solve it.

But judging by the old man's reaction, it was as if he already knew what kind of poison they had been subjected to.

Besides, there is no fragrance at night, and I heard the man in the snow robe say that this poison is colorless and tasteless, and once poisoned, it will quickly spread to the limbs and hundreds of remains, but it will not be poisoned immediately.

Generally, this poison is used at night, and when the sun comes out at dawn the next day, the toxin will immediately attack the heart, at that time, the poisoned person will ulcerate all over the body, and then turn into a pool of thick blood.

If there is no antidote, by dawn tomorrow, these Qingyu people will definitely die.

It has only been three or four hours since I woke up, but I have already witnessed so many lives and deaths, even if the deaths of those little gangsters and the disciples of the Junshen Sect are not a pity, but what about these Qingyu people, old and young?

Among them are not only gray-haired old men, but also babies waiting to be fed, are they destined not to live until tomorrow?

She subconsciously glanced at the snow-colored figure sitting leisurely on the chair opposite, and frowned slightly.

Since he can see at a glance what poison is in the Qingyu people, he must also know the method of detoxification, right?

If he is willing to make a move, then these young and old people of the Qingyu clan may be able to escape this catastrophe.

But looking at his appearance, it seems that he deliberately doesn't want others to know about his existence.

I don't know how he did it, except for her, no one else can see him at all.

You can't let yourself beg him to help, right?

She wasn't a heartless person, but at the same time she wasn't a person overflowing with compassion, and she was bent on getting rid of him, let alone owing him something for some irrelevant outsiders in the first place.

It's just a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, perhaps, this is the fate of the Qingyu people.

She sighed a little helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I really can't do anything, so I ......"

"Patriarch, it's not good Patriarch!" A Qingyu tribesman suddenly hurried in: "Patriarch, young master, he, he's dying!" ”

"What!" The white-haired old man's face was instantly bloody, and his body was about to fall backwards, but the Qingyu tribesman hurriedly supported him when he saw this, and choked up: "Patriarch, young master, he said, he wants to ...... before he dies Say goodbye to the patriarch......"

The white-haired old man burst into tears in an instant: "Qingyi, my poor grandson, God, what did my Qingyu clan do wrong, and I want to end up with such a deprived grandson!" ”

"Patriarch, you better go and see the young master, no matter how late it is, I'm afraid it will be too late."

The white-haired old man woke up like a dream: "Quick, help me over!" ”

His voice trembled, and he stumbled away under the support of the Qingyu people.