So, he gestured with his hand and explained to them: to enlarge the wound, he wants to make the blood flow backwards, otherwise the blood will clot. Let me try, maybe it will work.

The two seemed to understand what Wang Jin meant, and one said: You tell me how to get it, and I'll come.

Wang Jin immediately agreed.

The three of them planned and were ready to go. The lying man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wang Jin. It turned out that the man did not pass out. Wang Jin could hardly imagine that even a cow and horse could not stay awake at this time.

And the man said in a very weak voice, "How can a parent who has been damaged by the skin of the body be easily damaged?"

Wang Jin didn't understand, and the other two people nodded and told Wang Jin: Our boss said: No one can use a knife on him.

What are these words, your life is almost gone, and you dare to make a request? However, Wang Jin was not discouraged in the slightest. If the way to dredge is not successful, then you can only think about increasing the power and so on.

He looked at it again, and the muscle tissue on the side of the wound could eliminate the nasty neurotoxoid. So he asked the person next to him: Is there any wine? Any kind of wine is available! To have a high degree, liquor. The stronger the better, pour it into him, and give him living blood.

The man listened and almost sat up. exhausted the last trace of strength: I am Shao Zhuang, with the ability to practice horizontally, and I am not famous in the rivers and lakes. You're not in our business, you don't know. I've never drunk a drop of wine, and I can't eat any meat. I relied on my ability to lead my brothers to break through, and I lost this martial arts...... That doesn't work.

No knives, no alcohol. Wang Jin didn't have an idea for a while. However, the current situation is critical! In his mind, it was as if he had opened an account book, the craftsmanship of the family, the words that his grandfather had told him, what Uncle Wang, Zu Xun, what he saw in the burial place, and those broken books flashed quickly in his sea.

Where to start? Where to start? Wang Jin didn't panic, he knew that time was running out. However, a vague but very clear voice in Wang Jin's heart told him: Don't panic, there is a way, there is a way.

But he didn't know that more than half an hour had passed without him feeling it. The man who had been bitten by the snake could no longer hold on.

He slowly lay down, and with the last bit of strength, he said to the two people: This man is good, send him back when he is done.

He saw tears in the eyes of two men. It is a deep expression of brotherhood, father-son love. It's just that no matter how strong this sadness is, time will dilute it, and in the end there will be nothing left.

There's an old saying: Elephant is not like three. The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway. In fact, there are a lot of innovations, a lot of whimsical ideas, and the results are incredible. The process has one thing in common, and that is imitation.

Newton said: Stand on the shoulders of giants. In Chinese, you can't interpret it literally, you have to take out the meaning of it and say it with facts.

All the well-known companies that make a lot of money in the world, without exception, will have a housekeeping skill that is unlimited COPY competitors.

And what about martial arts? It's the same for everyone! The connotation of basic skills is constantly sublimated in the process of mutual imitation. As for the rest, it's all for people who don't understand.

If, in order to achieve a goal, you start with the basics and start with what you have, this step cannot be skipped. Don't always try to be different, looking for things that others can't think of, so dangerous and ignorant.

Sorry, verbose! But it's critical, and it's going to have to do with a lot of things that come out later. Even, Wang Jin can't explain it alone.

Wang Jin finally had another idea, and even as soon as this idea came out of his brain, the whole plan and implementation steps had already taken shape.

Because, he has experienced every detail in between, and he is even very proficient. The only difference is the difference in the permutations and combinations, which depends on the difference in the problem.

He no longer looked at the man on the bed, but turned to the basket containing the white pig. Like Uncle Wang and Uncle Wang, he grabbed the skin on the back of the white pig's neck with his hands and picked it up. Then said: I'm sorry for the white pig.

Then, with the other hand, he pressed the white pig's stomach and squeezed it vigorously. The white pig let out a painful "ah".

Originally, Wang Jin's original intention was to imitate Uncle Wang's gestures and squeeze two or three balls out. However, after all, the first operation is inevitably a bit too strong.

This~, well, ah, hey! It wasn't three balls, but a bunch of balls that were pulled out by the white pig, and the guy who followed the white pig also urinated. The smell of camphor quickly filled the room.

Anyway, those two people don't understand, just wait and see the results.

Wang Jin put the white pig back in the basket. This guy must hate himself to death. didn't care so much, he came to Shao Zhuang's side.

At this time, Wang Jin already knew the name of this person. He tried to break his mouth, and the other two people immediately understood, and they didn't know what technique they used to come up, they didn't seem to touch Shao Zhuang's head, but only rubbed the joint under the palm against his cheek a few times, and Shao Zhuang naturally opened his mouth.

Wang Jin put all the white pig's balls into Shao Zhuang's mouth, trying to find water to send him down.

The person who helped just now used another technique, just dragging it under Shao Zhuang's throat and then squeezing it down. Wang Jin heard a "cluck" sound, and the white pig dung was probably already in Shao Zhuang's stomach.

It's so fucking beautiful! Simple and crude, but straightforward and effective. The strength, timing, angle, and proportions in the middle must be just right.

Wang Jin is a little strange, are these people so difficult to have the opportunity to break people's mouths and pour things into people? Skilled to this extent? It's simply breathtaking!

As Shao Zhuang's snort began to heavily, Wang Jin saw the change in his face, which was mild to his expectations.

The temperature in his body was gradually rising. After a few more moments, he raised his hand slightly, and with his curled fingers, he pointed to the lace that was about to sink into the flesh, and there was a dead buckle on it.

Wang Jin understood that Shao Zhuang wanted them to untie their shoelaces, it seemed that he was already sure to force the poison out? It's a life-or-death decision.

It seems that the shoelaces have to be broken with a knife or scissors. What he didn't expect was that it was still the person just now, and when he understood Shao Zhuang's intentions, he just went up and gently swiped his leg with the palm of his hand, and with a "snap", the shoelace broke.

With the shoelaces broken, Wang Jin saw that Shao Zhuang's face turned white, and then gradually began to turn pink and red. At some point, under the leg that was exposed outside the quilt, a small pool of sticky black blood had accumulated.

Again, twenty minutes. Shao Zhuang slapped his hand on the bed board made of the table seven times slowly.

The two men slowly tucked his legs back into the covers. Then, help Wang Jin pack up his things.

When Wang Jin returned to the teacher on the third floor, he knew that things would be different later. Not necessarily what he thought, though. The eccentric behavior of these people is increasingly revealing their unusualness.

Especially these two skinny guys, Wang Jin's mind repeatedly appeared in his mind when these two people left. Wang Jin felt that they seemed to be very similar to himself! To be precise, it is very similar to the situation when I was working at a construction site in Beijing.

Their steps are large, but they are slow. Not deliberately slowed down, but naturally slowed down. They should be able to go fast, but they don't want to. It seems that they don't want to waste any extra energy, and the kind of body that walks is the same as the carrying work they have just finished a day. At that time, he didn't have any extra strength, and he didn't want to waste a little, because he was facing the same labor tomorrow.

It is a walking habit that people will naturally adjust after a long period of strong physical labor. This habit is subtle, but obvious. The same situation can be found in coal workers, tunnel digging, construction sites, and so on. But what do these people do?

This aroused Wang Jin's interest enough.