They both heard me yelling from above, through my flashlight. Saw me pull something out of my waist. Knowing what was going on, he shouted to me and asked me what was going on. At the same time, Wu Feifei had already climbed down the rope.

When Wu Feifei had just climbed onto the rope, I had already rushed over. threw the flashlight on the ground and desperately pulled Feng Laonong who was lying on the ground.

Feng Laonong seemed to be in pain, his face was flushed, his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make any sound. The ten fingers bent into hooks to grasp the air around them, and their bodies lay on the ground and twisted constantly. It's like fighting someone. In fact, I only saw Feng Lao Nong lying on the ground alone, and I didn't see any other people or animals.

When I first reacted, my first feeling was that Feng Lao Nong must have been poisoned by some kind of poison in the tomb again. Let him hallucinate. And this hallucination made him feel an imaginary enemy. And he fought to the death against this conjured enemy. And the only way to cure this poison is to use my blood.

I stretched out my injured hand, the wound was scarred and I could still feel the pain. I touched the scar with my hand. Damn, the blood has dried up, and if you want to bleed, you have to open the scarred wound again. When I hesitated, Wu Feifei had already slipped off from above. Seeing Feng Lao Nong lying on the ground and constantly writhing, he rushed over.

I just wanted to stop him from coming, but he had already rushed to Feng Lao Nong's side, leaned down, and picked up Feng Lao Nong's head. At this time, Wu Feifei's hand also grabbed the air, and at the same time, his teeth were clenched, as if he had exerted a lot of strength to stop something from attacking the old farmer.

It's over, another poisoned one. At this time, Yang Xingxing slid down from the top with a roar, and I hurriedly shouted to him to climb back along the rope. It's messy enough here, if this kid comes down again. I'm going to shed more blood to save them. Yang Kexing heard my scream, obviously thinking that it was too dangerous underneath, and I didn't let him come down for his safety. He didn't listen to me, but slipped down the rope and went underneath.

Seeing Old Farmer Feng lying on the ground struggling violently, his face had turned from red to purple. I knew it couldn't be delayed any longer. While twisting his face and shouting to Yang Kexing not to come over with poisonous gas, he suddenly stretched out his five fingers and slapped the tomb wall hard. In an instant, the pain of the wound tearing spread throughout the body from the wound treatment in the hand. I withdrew my palm and saw that the scar had ruptured and blood was pouring out of the wound.

I saw Feng Lao Nong's uncomfortable appearance. The mood became very excited, and under this excitement, the pain seemed to disappear. I hurriedly leaned down and put my bloodied hand on Feng Laonong's mouth.

When I covered it, my hand couldn't even reach his mouth! At a distance of about five centimeters from his mouth, his hand could not be pressed. And the blood on his hands spread all over the air. And where the hand presses down, it is a cold and smooth feel. It's a familiar feeling, but I can't remember it for a while.

I couldn't touch Feng Laonong's mouth, but I felt something blocking between his mouth and my hand. This is strange. Damn, even I was poisoned? Wu Feifei saw that my hands were full of blood, and he understood what was going on. Hurriedly shouted at me, and put it in his mouth!

I said, "I can't touch his mouth, there's something in the middle air, you see!" Blood is in the air! "This time I was poisoned, and even I saw that the blood was not dripping on the ground, but was suspended in the air.

As Wu Feifei spoke, he took out a hand, took out the dagger, and was about to stab Old Farmer Feng.

I saw that Wu Feifei was about to stab Feng Lao Nong with a knife, and hurriedly let go of Feng Lao Nong's hand. Instead, one hand pressed Wu Feifei's hand holding the knife, and the other bleeding hand directly covered Wu Feifei's mouth.

The action is done in a split second. This time it succeeded, and his hand directly covered Wu Feifei's mouth. When he took my hand away, Wu Feifei had a mouthful of blood.

Wu Feifei paused for a moment. Then he said: "I'm not stabbing the old farmer, this air is weird!" I'm going to stab the air," he said, putting the dagger back and putting it back on his waist.

Damn, the ghost knows whether Wu Feifei has been poisoned or not, and whether he is telling a lie or not. But since he put the dagger back, he should ignore him for the time being. As for myself, I was hallucinating and needed to be detoxified immediately. Thinking of this, he put his hand to his mouth. After covering it, he wiped it on his face again. There were no mirrors at the time, and if there were, I guess I would have seen myself turned into a bloody man.

Just wiped it, Wu Feifei said, "Are you crazy? What are you doing with blood? "

I turned my face to look at Wu Feifei, only to see that his hands were pulling hard at the side of Feng Laonong's neck. At this time, Feng Lao Nong's purple face returned to red. I don't know if it was the blood that played a role, or if it was how. But what is certain is that Feng Laonong's condition has improved compared to just now.

I thought that if I couldn't wipe the blood into Feng Laonong's mouth, then drip it through his nose, right? Estimated effect or the same. If it doesn't work, I'll cut it elsewhere with a knife, and then I'll get my blood out. Thinking of this, I stretched out my hand to the old farmer's nose, and when I reached my nose, I found that there was no blood.

It seems that the wound is smaller and the platelets have played their role. I had no choice but to endure the pain and shake my hand a few more times. Blood, in an instant, flowed out again.

I hurriedly turned to Old Farmer Feng and let the blood flow down his nose. This time, there was no obstacle, and the blood flowed smoothly into Feng Laonong's nostrils. Damn, it seems that I was poisoned by this tomb just now. Luckily, I smeared some blood into my mouth, and I was able to quickly detoxify the poison. Thinking of this, it occurred to me that something was wrong.

Damn, this blood is mine. I'm immune to toxins myself. Why should I put blood in my mouth? Did I mess with my brain in a hurry, or did I fall into a poison that I couldn't immune?

Thinking of this, I reached out to Feng Laonong's mouth to see if I could touch his mouth.