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There are hundreds of acupuncture points on a normal person, and the fourteen main acupuncture points located in the chest and abdomen are the entrances for the master to plant snake scales on the victims.

After I dipped the realgar wine with a silver needle and pierced the thirteen acupuncture points in it, Zhenjianghe was no longer moving, and he no longer had convulsions, but the mucus coming out of his body became more and more fishy.

The last acupoint, I thought about it, but I still felt that I couldn't break it with a silver needle.

Silver needles and realgar wine are the natural enemies of snake scale descending, but this technique is obviously improved and more lethal than ordinary snake scale descending.

An old gentleman with such a foundation as Zhenjianghe is still like this, let alone an ordinary person?

And the pus that flowed out of the Zhenjiang River, that kind of smell is not something that ordinary snake scales can have.

The old man did tell me that people who fall into snake scales will bleed oily pus.

But the pus he spoke of was a meaty smell, not at all like this rancid smell.

What's more, those things that come out of the Zhenjiang River smell a bit like my blood, at least sixty percent of my imagination.

It's normal for Zhao Sangou and them not to notice this, and people like them don't have so many hearts.

But Yuan Shaoweng should have noticed, so when I rescued Zhenjiang River, he kept wrinkling his nose and smelling.

"Lao Shen, your skills are good!" Zhao Sangou happily said to me: "It's easy to restrain Master Zheng!" Awesome! ”

"It's not a matter of craftsmanship, this has a trick, if you know the trick, you can do it!" I smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, you come and do me a favor." ”

Hearing me say hello, none of them had any ink, and they all gathered around and asked me how I could help.

"Hold him down." I said, pointing to the Zhenjiang River.

"Hold down Master Zheng?" The gentleman next to me looked at me with some embarrassment, wrinkled his nose and sniffed, and said, "These things that flow out of Master Zheng's body seem to smell bigger, can we touch them directly?" ”

"If it's an ordinary snake scale, I'm afraid you won't be able to touch it, and it will be contagious." I shrugged my shoulders and comforted, "But didn't you just touch it?" It's okay anyway! ”

Just now, that is, when Zhenjianghe was degraded and tried to kill me, everyone present came up to help drag me.

Inevitably, they all touched the pus, but they all seemed fine

Could it be that this improved snake scale reduction has only become more lethal and has more control over the victim, but has lost the infectious power that it is proud of?

Thinking about this, I feel that the old sect's descending master is also a two-knife master.

Lethality is important, but what is more important is to reduce the enemy's overall combat effectiveness as much as possible.

If I come to fall, I will definitely go down to the kind of contagious and lethal fall, after all, there are so many gentlemen in the three eastern provinces, if I knock down a large number of them at once, wouldn't it be a victory without a fight?

Light knocked down the town of rivers one

"By the way, Master Yuan, why didn't I see anyone else?" I asked coldly, only then did I remember that those gentlemen who were brought up the mountain were hundreds of years old, and they couldn't let the old sect do it all in one go, right?

"Brother Ma has it." Zhao Sangou said: "They are in the forest on the other side of the mountain, ready to receive reinforcements from the bottom of the mountain, we are the vanguard, they are engaged in logistics." ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and asked with some surprise: "It's all like this, and there are still people willing to come over to help?" ”

"If the news on the mountain hasn't gotten out, how will they know what's going on?" Zhao Sangou smiled, but the sadness in his eyes was still obvious, and his smile was more ugly than crying: "All in all, even if we finish fighting all the gentlemen in the three eastern provinces, we have to let the old sect's grandsons get out!" ”

"yes, gotta get them out."

Yuan Shaoweng nodded, and when he said these words, his eyes were full of hatred, which showed that he was really angry: "This is not a place where they can go wild casually. ”

At this time, I suddenly remembered that Fang Shiliang and the others were still fighting, and asked Yuan Shaoweng busily: "Is there ten minutes now?" ”

"Almost." Zhao Sangou said, raised his wrist, and looked at his big gold watch: "It's more than seven minutes." ”

"Hurry up." I sighed, and I was a little panicked in my heart: "Pretty Fairy Gu, Evil Shaman, Mang Chitose, those three deadly ancestors are all over there, I'm afraid that they won't be able to handle it." ”

"Didn't you say just now that you wanted to borrow the power of Beigong?" Zhao Sangou asked curiously: "What's wrong?" Beigong doesn't plan to help us? ”

I shook my head and said it wasn't, it was just powerless.

As I spoke, I reminded Zhao Sangou again, asked him to exert some strength, hold it down for me, and don't let Zhenjianghe struggle

When they exerted their strength and gritted their teeth to hold down the Zhenjiang River, I took out a coffin nail, made a cut on my vein, and dipped it twice in realgar wine.

With a pop, the coffin nail directly sank into Zhenjianghe's body, at least two centimeters into the middle of the body.

"Holy shit."

Zhao Sangou looked at me stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously: "Old Shen, you won't hold a grudge, right?" ”

"What's the grudge?" I looked at him in confusion.

"Didn't Master Zheng cheat the corpse and pinch you just now, why are you so ruthless" Zhao Sangou sneered: "The acupoint in the middle of the body is a key acupoint in the chest and abdomen, less yin and less yang, and the pulse of Ren will be in the vein, if you take such a thick nail and pierce it, it is not necessary."

Before Zhao Sangou finished speaking, Zhenjianghe, who was still like a dead corpse before, screamed.

With his screams, his body began to twitch wildly, and his upper body couldn't stop lifting up, as if he wanted to sit up.

At the same time, the silver needles that I pierced into the acupuncture points of his flesh also retreated half a centimeter outward

"it!! You don't remember what I told you, you should fart?! I couldn't help but roar, and my tone was very anxious.

Since I was holding the coffin nails in both hands, I couldn't spare my hands to help, so I could only watch.

With their "oh oh almost forgot" sound, Zhenjianghe was finally pressed back, and the silver needles that he "forced out" were all like someone pressed in, slowly submerging into his body.

Seriously, if it weren't for the fact that I didn't have that relationship with Zhao Sangou, and Qibao and Chang Longxiang were here, I would have to scold them for being a bloody dog.

It's all at this time, and it's still so unreasonable, and it's no wonder that Mr. Old Sect is stabbing you gentlemen, it's just brainless!

Zhenjianghe's body was twitching all the time, and the range of movement and strength were getting bigger and bigger, and there was a tendency for them to be a little uncontrollable together.

But fortunately, Zhenjianghe's reaction was similar to that of returning to the light, and after holding on for half a minute, he gradually lost his strength to twitch

After more than a minute, I was sure that Zhenjianghe was unresponsive, his hands and feet became soft, and he collapsed on the ground without any movement, so I let go of my hand, carefully lifted a callus on him, and slowly peeled it off

Don't look at this scene is disgusting, to be honest, it's quite cool to tear up

When I peeled off the calluses on his body, the original face of Zhenjiang River was also reflected in our eyes again.

"Master Zheng?" I shouted tentatively.

Yuan Shaoweng and Zhao Sangou were both standing aside, looking at Zhenjianghe with anticipation on their faces.

"Master Zheng?" I shouted again, but Zhenjianghe still didn't react, motionless as if dead.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing, I suspect he was dead.

I squatted beside Zhenjianghe, thought about those ways to wake up the "patient", and finally chose to be direct, picked up the bottle and poured two sips of realgar wine, and puffed out my cheeks to spray Zhenjianghe's face.

"Don't spray."

Zhenjianghe didn't raise his eyelids, as if he knew what I was going to do, and his voice was very thin, which showed that his physical state had not yet recovered.

"Old thing, you're awake?!" Yuan Shaoweng hurriedly came over and asked happily, "How do you feel?" ”

"What's going on?"

Zhenjianghe said, slowly opening his eyes and looking at the sky, looking a little dazed.

"Lao Tzu just feels a little disgusting, don't talk to the damn first, let me slow down."

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