Pushing open the door of the firewood room, the guy felt a pungent smell rushing towards him, so he quickly covered his nose with his hand and muttered, "Well, what kind of smell is this?" In fact, when he was outside, this pungent smell was already there, but it was not as strong as in this firewood room, so the guy didn't pay attention to it. However, as soon as the man finished speaking, his face turned blue, and he fell to the ground with a thud. If someone comes to the rescue at this moment, this guy may still have a chance to live. Alas, it's a pity that the location of this firewood house is too remote, so basically no one will come here except for firewood.

The old man in the kitchen, seeing that the firewood had not been available for a long time, could not bear it anymore and staggered to the firewood room. His eyes were dizzy, and he couldn't detect the abnormalities of the plants and trees along the way. Walking into the firewood room, the old man also noticed the pungent smell, but it was obviously the young man who had fainted to the ground that attracted his attention. "You, what's wrong with you?" he asked, and then he passed out on top of the young man, who had long since died of exhaustion.

Even if the middle-aged scribe is lucky, if there is a martial arts master hidden in the kitchen of this wealthy mansion, then after coming here to find the abnormality, as long as he holds his breath, he will definitely be able to search for him who is hiding in the pyre to heal his injuries. If this is the case, the middle-aged scribe will be in danger. Because, at that time, he had not yet finished healing, and he was most afraid of being disturbed by others halfway. Otherwise, not only is there a danger of going mad, but it will also cause the toxins that have not been completely removed to explode again.

Because of the firewood, several other miscellaneous workers in the kitchen, and even a few cooks, fell one after another at the door of the firewood room.

Towards the dawn of the morning, the middle-aged scribe finally woke up from his deep meditation. Although the injury has not yet healed, with the help of medicine, the toxins in the body have been removed. This made him feel immediately relieved. He was conceited, and now even if he met those two Western dog men and women immediately, he already had the strength to maneuver.

The middle-aged scribe came out of the pyre in a good mood, and at a glance saw a large pile of corpses that had died at the door of the firewood room. He knew that these people must have been killed by the poison gas he had forced out. Now, these people are still lying here, indicating that the strangeness of this place has not yet attracted large-scale attention. Looking at the sky outside, he flew out without hesitation, and in a few flashes, he walked out of this mansion. That's where his cleverness comes in. Because once the sky is clear, it will be quite difficult for him to get out of this place as if nothing happened.

As the middle-aged scribe expected, as soon as the sky cleared, the strangeness of this place was immediately discovered by everyone, and soon the government closed off this place. After several investigations, the commissioners only came to the conclusion that the servants had died of poisoning. As for where the poison came from, but nothing was found, let alone the arrest of the real culprit. Even, many tolerances also swore that there was absolutely no sign of human poisoning in the death of these people.

It is precisely because of this that this bizarre murder case became more and more evil after the incident. Many people believe that this is the work of a vicious scorpion spirit. This scorpion spirit likes to incarnate into a beautiful woman, and then ** man, when the man is bewitched, he will spit out scorpion venom and absorb the essence of the man's body. The more man's essence the scorpion essence absorbs, the deeper the mana will be, and the greater the ability to confuse the world. Although some people questioned it, they were all asked "why do men come here one after another to send them to death".

Because of this bizarre case, the huge mansion was soon empty. Since then, many charlatans who have been deceived and abducted have become popular here. I'm afraid that such a result was also unexpected by the middle-aged scribe who flew away without leaving a trace.

The middle-aged scribe left the city as fast as he could, and found a hidden hideout.

"No, it's impossible! I've tried all my acupoint techniques, and I haven't missed a crack yet!"

"But, why, did this Western bastard regain his ability to act so quickly?

"Also, as soon as this Western bastard recovered, not only did he not use a magic attack, but he desperately wanted to slap me to death! This makes no sense! Only when we Eastern martial artists are in danger, will we instinctively do this! However, this Western bastard is a weak magician!"

"Even if the magician is really crazy, he is so reckless, logically speaking, it is just a suicide to meet us oriental warriors. ”

My reaction was not unpleasant, and I immediately poked my fingers in my hands. This is an excellent way to deal with the point of breaking the surface. It stands to reason that even a master with the same skill as me will be stabbed by me because of the condensation of my whole body strength. But it turned out that my finger was broken instantly, and the finger of the Western bastard was unharmed. It doesn't make sense! It can't be!" Even at this moment, the middle-aged scribe couldn't believe that everything that happened in the inn was true.

"In an emergency, I immediately gathered my left palm and had a hard fight with the Western boy. There is no such thing as an opportunistic trick in this, and whoever has the best skills will win in the end. But, in the end, I failed miserably. The moment I touched the palm of the Western bastard's hand, I felt an irresistible force surging like a mountain. W, why the hell is that?"

The middle-aged scribe muttered with a confused expression: "Those with profound skills win, and those who lack skills lose...... Suddenly, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Oh, I know why I lost." Because, that Western bastard is more skilled than me!"

"No, no!" the middle-aged scribe immediately rejected, "He's a Western magician, how can he be profound?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged scribe exclaimed in shock: "Could it be that the Western bastard boy really has a strong internal force?"

"Yes, yes. The middle-aged scribe then said to himself, "If we assume that he has a strong internal force, then all the irrationalities can be explained." Why did he regain his ability to move so quickly? It wasn't because he used his strong internal strength to break through the acupuncture points that I had sealed? Why did he instinctively attack me? It was because he had a deep self-sustaining skill. Why was my finger broken by him? It was because he had a lot of internal strength. So even if I correctly 'broke the face with a point', I was defeated. In the end, the palm I slapped with all my strength also collapsed instantly because of his amazing internal strength, and at the same time, I was crazy to be devoured by the poison contained in my palm. If I hadn't taken advantage of the situation in time, I am afraid that I would have become his ghost at this moment. Thinking of such a result, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.