Lao Dao was stunned for a moment, and then didn't stop long, and began to use his palms, and then gently patted Yuetian's back. When his palm touched Yuetian, I don't know if I was dazzled, it seemed that the skeleton tattoo had changed slightly, as for what the change, I can't say, anyway, I think it's weird.

After this discovery, I had some doubts about the old Taoist and the half-dead Yuetian in front of me, thinking that they might all have unknown identities or backgrounds.

Lao Dao began to close his eyes slightly, and after a while, his hands seemed to tremble, although it was not obvious, and I couldn't even see it without looking closely, but even such a slight change could not escape my eyes.

Trembling when using qigong can only indicate one problem, that is, the person who exercises the gong is seriously overdrawn, that is to say, he exerts great strength. But the question is that this veteran has only been working for less than two minutes, why is this happening?

I look a little worried, if this continues, Lao Dao is very likely to be seriously injured, or even die, but no matter how anxious I am, I have no way at all, because at this juncture, you must not disturb, you can't interrupt halfway, you can only let him calm his breath and stop his luck, otherwise it will definitely backfire, and the consequences will be quite serious.

There are more and more beads of sweat on the old road's head, and they are falling like raindrops, and the yellow hair in front of the moon doesn't seem to have noticed these, but just observes the changes in the moon and the sky with all his attention.

Seeing this scene, my heart felt like a pot, I didn't know what to do, but don't be saved by Yuetian, and take another one.

Just when I was about to sweat profusely like Lao Dao, I suddenly saw Yuetian's body tremble, and there was a gurgling sound in my throat. I hurriedly turned my head to look, Yuetian opened his mouth, suddenly vomited, his head shook, his mouth opened, and he spit out a large mouthful of black water, fortunately, Huang Mao reacted in time, and all the black water was spit into the copper basin.

I was ready to cover my mouth and nose, but I didn't expect that the black liquid in the copper basin was like ink, but it didn't taste at all, which surprised me.

After spitting out, Yuetian still didn't wake up, and Lao Dao didn't open his eyes, still doing his work against him.

Huang Mao frowned, looking at the black liquid in the copper basin in his hand, his face was quite ugly, and he didn't know what he was thinking, it seemed to be very taboo.

After another minute or so, Yuetian vomited again, the same as just now, it was still that kind of black water.

Looking at Yuetian's face again, it has slowly become a little bloody, not as pale as before. It seems that he was really poisoned, but I can't figure it out, wasn't he just kicked, and he didn't see blood, how could he be poisoned?

In some novels or folklore, there is a kind of kung fu called poisonous palm, that is, the palm is poisonous, as long as it hits you, you will be poisoned. However, this kind of kung fu only appears in legends, and it seems that there is no such thing in reality, and from the perspective of a senior martial arts enthusiast, it is impossible to have it. The current incident can only show that the man in black who injured Yuetian used other methods to poison Yuetian, but in this kind of ghost place, you can't just make a conclusion, maybe there are other weird things.

Every minute, Yuetian would vomit once, four or five times in a row, and each time was less than the last, and after the last point was gone, Lao Dao stopped.

I hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed him and said, "Dao Chief, are you okay?" ”

Lao Dao didn't speak, he trembled his hand slightly and touched the medicine box, and after touching it for a long time, he took out a pill the size of sheep dung from it and swallowed it in one gulp.

I helped him to the chair next to him and sat down, and Lao Dao closed his eyes with a slight pant.

Yuetian still didn't wake up, after Huang Mao helped him on the bed, he went to pour the black water in the basin, and when he was about to step out of the threshold with one foot, Lao Dao, who was lying on the chair and pretending to be dead, suddenly said: "San'er, don't move the things in the basin." Lao Dao's eyes didn't open as he spoke, and he still lay on the chair and pretended to be dead, motionless.

Huang Mao was very obedient, and immediately put aside the copper basin containing the black liquid, and sat on the bed next to Yuetian, looking at Lao Dao for a while, and looking at Yuetian for a while, but he didn't speak.

The atmosphere became a little awkward, Lao Dao pretended to be dead there, Huang Mao didn't speak, and I was also a guest, they didn't speak, and I was embarrassed to speak, so I had to sit quietly on the chair next to me.

After about ten minutes, Lao Dao slowly sat up straight, his eyes that had been closed were also opened, he looked at me with a long sigh, and asked, "Where is this benefactor from, you shouldn't be locals, right?" ”

"Oh, I'm from the sun." After saying this, I suddenly felt that this kind of answer was really a bit funny, from the sun? I'm afraid there aren't many people in the world who have said that, right?

But this statement came out of my mouth, but it seemed very natural, and I also thought it was strange, could it be that I had experienced too many strange things, and I was immune to these unreasonable things?

When Lao Dao heard this, he actually laughed slightly, and asked Huang Mao again: "San'er, the person who Lao Zamao asked you to pick up is the two of them?" ”

"Hmm," Huang Mao nodded respectfully, and then briefly recounted what we had experienced before.

Lao Dao was not too surprised when he heard it, it seemed that all this was expected, but his brows furrowed slightly, and it was not difficult to see that he should be very taboo about the person who injured Yuetian.

The most puzzling question for me at the moment is, who is the person who saved us, now looking at the old man's expression, I can't tell whether he knows, and he doesn't seem to want to explain this matter, I take the initiative to ask, it seems that now is not the time.

At this moment, Yuetian, who was lying on the bed, suddenly moved, his throat made a strange sound, and he coughed violently.

Huang Mao, who was sitting next to him, was startled, and hurriedly brought the copper basin over again, and helped his head to the side of the bed, but Yuetian coughed for a long time, but did not spit out anything, and finally, he panted and waved his hand, and lay on the bed.

I was also very happy to see him wake up, although I haven't known him for a long time, but I can be regarded as born and dead, I don't want anything to happen to the people around me.

Walking to the bed, I wanted to ask Yuetian how he felt, but I didn't expect him to close his eyes again, but he should not be asleep, because he could clearly hear his panting sound.

"Let him rest, he just spit out the poison, and his body is very weak." An old voice came from behind him.

I sat back down and asked me, "Your name is Li Qingming, right?" ”

I was very surprised to hear him call out my name, but I instantly understood, didn't Huang Mao also call out my and Yuetian's names? So it's not surprising that Lao Dao knows. (To be continued.) )