"Sure enough, it's contaminated with some corpse gas"!

The retreat blinked and continued to listen to him. It took a great deal of effort for the three of us to open the lid, but to our disappointment, there was nothing but a blackened, shriveled corpse.

"It's a real disappointment, nothing," one member said. But then suddenly there was an exclamation from one of the team members, ah, what is this, the two of us looked and found that a black but seemingly smooth bug crawled into the coffin lid quickly, and scared us straight to the ground.

In fact, there are a lot of insects in our industry, but I have never seen the appearance of that bug, and it is actually more of an expression to say that it looks like it!

"Expressions"?" Lu Jingxiu wondered. Yes, it saw that we were frightened, and its appearance seemed to be full of banter and ridicule, and in the panic the sound of the rescue team came from the entrance of the cave, and we took the rope and were rescued. And the coffin, we all tacitly chose to forget.

After we went back, we all began to rot to varying degrees, but no amount of treatment helped, until one of the team members died, and the two of us told the organization about the events of that day, and as a result, we were dismissed from the team by the organization, and I returned home!

As he spoke, Fu Qiang's face became more and more ugly, and after speaking, Dad, can you let me die? Uncle Wang ran over and looked at his son distressedly, and said to Lu Jingxiu: Baby, save my child, tears fell as he spoke!

Lu Jingxiu frowned and asked: The place where you fell at that time should be the west!

Fu Qiang closed his eyes and said bitterly: Yes, the people over there are a little autistic, and they are also very weird, and every household has insects! This is not simple, I originally thought that Fu Qiang was just contaminated with corpse gas by opening the coffin, but it stands to reason that if the owner of the coffin was raised during his lifetime, the host died, and the insects could not live long without the host.

It's strange that the bugs have no host, how can they be tricked!

Meditation's mind raced to thought. Uncle Chen frowned, walked to Uncle Wang's side, and whispered a few words. Uncle Wang walked up to Lu Jingxiu and asked, "Doll, do you think it could be that you have been poisoned?" Lu Jingxiu nodded, Uncle Wang's eyes were full of tears, and he asked Jingxiu tremblingly: Does the doll have any way to save my son, saying that he was dressed roughly. Uncle Chen hurriedly patted Uncle Wang's chest, and the number between his eyebrows seemed to have been determined.

According to Lu Jingxiu's conjecture, it is actually eight or nine years old. It's just that I didn't expect that there would still be people using such a vicious Gu technique now, firstly, I didn't want to make Uncle Wang disheartened, and secondly, I also wanted to try how powerful this vicious corpse Gu was!

"Uncle Wang, is there still meat at home? Uncle Chen was the first to react, what kind of meat?" Uncle Chen wondered.

Uncle Wang took a breath and said, "Doll, is there any way?" I have a way, but I don't know if it works. Uncle Wang came over excitedly, pulled the meditation and said, "Doll, do you see my flesh is okay!" The meditation wanted to laugh but looked serious: Uncle Wang, I'm afraid you can't, you want fresh meat, probably so much, the meditation gestured with his hands. Lao Chen went quickly, took the ticket to exchange for some meat, and Uncle Wang ordered with an anxious face. It's so late, I guess I can't change it, I'm going to kill a chicken, right?

"Alright, uncle, don't chop it open. Okay, Uncle Chen hurriedly walked out.

Uncle, do you have a needle? Find a thicker long rope. I'll go now, Lu Jingxiu walked around the bedside. Meditation! Hu Zi rushed in and asked with a smile: "The matter is settled, I see that Chen Lao has already killed the chicken." Hehe, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he spoke.

Lu Jingxiu looked helpless, and it was not easy to blame, just about to speak, Wang Bo came in with a lot of things, doll, do you look at these needles? Jingxiu opened the wrapped bag, and found that these needles were just the kind of silver needles he needed, and even a little better than the quality of silver needles.

The rope is like this, and the retreat took it and pulled it, which is good. What is this, Uncle Wang brought scissors, daggers, and even some sharp weapons, I said Uncle Wang, you don't need so much, is this okay, Uncle Chen also walked in with a bloody chicken.

"Alright", Uncle Chen.

Huzi saw that the meal in his heart was empty, and he hung his head and tilted his head to look at Fuqiang on the bed, and a spirit stood aside honestly.

Oh yes, let's have a pot of fire. "Hmm", just put it in a basin, okay, Uncle Chen hurried out again.

Doll, can you start? Uncle Wang asked anxiously. Lu Jingxiu nodded silently. He walked to the side of the bed and said to Fu Qiang: I will prick you a few stitches later, you should go to sleep, and wake up in a while, okay?

Fu Qiang didn't speak, Uncle Wang came over and said hurriedly: It's okay to do anything!

"Okay", as he spoke, Lu Jingxiu pulled the rope apart again, and wrapped it firmly around the root of Fuqiang's thigh five or six times, Fuqiang felt a little uncomfortable, and the root of his leg rose a little, and then took a needle and pricked six needles in Fuqiang's throat, forehead, and temple, Fuqiang seemed to be very comfortable, and closed his eyes easily.

Huzi was a little surprised, "Meditation, what is this for?"

The retreat did not speak. Uncle Wang said: Just look at it, don't talk.

"Oh," Huzi reluctantly shut his mouth.

Come, the fire is coming, Uncle Chen is holding a large iron basin, and the fire in it is beating, okay, Uncle Chen will put it there first, and Uncle Chen will put the fire next to the bed.

Doll, why don't you continue?" Uncle Wang said uneasily. Wait a minute! Time passed minute by minute, Fu Qiang looked very comfortable lying on the bed, Uncle Wang looked at his son with some relief, it seemed that Fu Qiang had not slept like this for a long time!

However, Jing Xiu kept staring at the legs below Fuqiang's rope and observed, and time was passing again, except for the sound of the brazier jumping, several people didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Fu Qiang's legs were getting more and more swollen because they were tied too tightly, and at this time, there were a few traces of swimming in the swollen place, Lu Jingxiu's eyes lit up, and he put the bloody chicken next to Fu Qiang's legs, and those few threads only swam around in Fu Qiang's skin, and there was no reaction. Uncle Wang witnessed it and said anxiously: "Meditation, don't pick it out with a knife." Lu Jingxiu didn't speak, and shook his head.

The more time passes, the more the floats in Fu Qiang's skin become, and several times they seem to be about to burst out.