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It turned out that since two days ago, the horse team encountered several herdsmen's corpses along the road, and at first the red-armored sergeants did not care about it and frequently touched the dead corpses.

By the time they felt strange, everyone was already looking stupid as if they had fallen into evil. Seeing this situation, the four people who were poisoned later hurriedly took the antidote pill, but the antidote pill was not very useful, and soon the four people were also infected.

In this way, everyone lay on the horses and slowly marched all the way until Fu Lou woke up from his epiphany. If Fu Lou hadn't woken up in time and woken them up with the sound of the piano, I'm afraid they would all have died.

After Fu Lou understood the reason, he couldn't figure out what kind of poison everyone had been in. If the people were not poisoned but plague, but the plague was divided into many kinds, and he could not diagnose them for a while.

I don't know the cause, how can he go about healing?

What to do?

Everyone looked at each other, and none of them had a clear cure.

"Wait here for a while, and then go down to the tribe and maybe find some clues. Fu Lou made up his mind that he wanted to find the only survivor of the tribe, even though the source of the disaster might have come from there.

Seeing everyone's complicated expressions of some worry but some expectation, Fu Lou smiled and pretended to be relaxed: "Everyone, please rest assured, you have always been cautious in doing things in the future, there will be no danger here, you are waiting for my good news." ”

After speaking, Fu Lou glanced at everyone again with a relaxed gaze, and then flew towards the tribe.

The steppe nomadic tribe in front of me, judging from the number of tents, is not large.

Before I even walked in, I was greeted by a disgusting fishy smell.

Fu Lou held his breath, took up the True Yuan Body Shield, exerted his powerful divine sense, and walked into the tribal fence without hesitation, looking in the direction where the faint breath of life came.

Along the way, all he saw were corpses, both human and livestock, lying on the grass. There were pools of green juice on the ground, mixed with blood, and it was miserable.

After a while, Fu Lou found the tent with the breath of life, and there were many large wooden boxes in the tent, but there was no one. So, he looked through it carefully and found a middle-aged monk lying in a large wooden box inside the tent.

At this time, the middle-aged monk's face was as white as paper, ** cold, only breathing, no intake, and his life was in danger.

Fu Lou didn't have time to think too much, and with a stretch of his left hand, a life aura enveloped the middle-aged monk with vitality.

Fu Lou didn't stop there, quickly took out the seven-stringed yaoqin, and played the "Fanxin Song" for a while, and the "Spring Water Dingdong Song" for a while.

After playing it twice, Fu Lou got up and looked at the middle-aged monk again, and found that he was finally a little moved.

The middle-aged monk's eyes were not open, but his mouth was opening and closing with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. Fu Lou guessed that the middle-aged monk should be weak and not awake yet, and he was dreaming at the moment.

So, Fu Lou hurriedly took out a about 500-year-old ginseng, this kind of old ginseng can best replenish the body, he pinched a section and put it in his hand and gently kneaded it into powder, and then took out some water from the Qiankun bag and fed the old ginseng powder to the middle-aged monk to eat.

Then, Fu Lou played "Fanxin Song" and "Spring Water Dingdong Song" again, after playing each of the two songs, the middle-aged monk could already open his eyes slightly, but he was also speechless.

Fu Lou didn't ask the middle-aged monk what was going on here, but gently picked him up and flew back to where the horse team stayed. The reason why Fu Lou was in a hurry to leave was only because he was worried about the safety of the other dozens of people.

Sure enough, Fu Lou had only left for a while, and many red-armored sergeants had returned to their original state of dementia, and a few of them actually began to bleed black blood from the corners of their mouths.

As soon as Fu Lou saw that the situation was urgent, he immediately put the middle-aged monk down, quickly took out the seven-stringed yaoqin, and played the "Sanskrit Heart Song" and "Spring Water Dingdong Song" repeatedly.

Fu Lou forcibly used the "Yin Yuan Jue" to flick the life aura into everyone's body one by one when he was playing, although the true yuan was consumed quickly, but at the moment there was no time to take care of it. Just when Fu Lou felt a burst of emptiness in his body, he swallowed a drop of Qiankun Jade Dew, and quickly enveloped everyone with the "Endless Sword Gang".

In "Endless Sword Gang", Fu Lou could no longer feel the loss of the true element. Gradually, the opposite situation appeared, and he repeatedly played the "Sanskrit Heart Song" and "Spring Water Dingdong Song" not only did not lose the true yuan, but replenished the true yuan that was previously lost.

Fu Lou played like this for a few hours, and everyone was in a good mood and spirit, although they had not yet recovered as before, they were also shrewd and moved freely, and even those horses were able to stand up, constantly shaking their noses.

But unfortunately, everyone still did not fully recover.

"Poor monk Xumu, thank you to the donor for saving his life. The middle-aged monk was already sitting cross-legged, bowing to Fu Lou with his hands together.

"You can talk! When Fu Lou saw that the middle-aged monk had woken up, he was overjoyed, and he also said politely: "Quickly tell me in detail what happened in this tribe." ”

Seeing everyone's inquiring eyes, the middle-aged monk began to talk eloquently, telling him about his experiences in this tribe.

It turned out that this middle-aged monk was a wandering monk, from Fanjing Mountain of the Western Alliance, and his law name was Xumu. The cultivation of the Xumu monk is good, which is equivalent to the peak of the foundation building period.

On that day, Xumu traveled to this tribe, was warmly welcomed by the tribe's herdsmen, and stayed in the tribe that night.

That night, a night owl-like "quack" sound pierced the dark night sky.

Xumu walked out of the tent, and with the help of the light of the fire in the center of the tribe, he saw a skinny strange man who was two heads taller than ordinary people and wore a wide robe floating in the air.

From a distance, the weirdo looks like a big bat.

What's even more terrifying is that there are many human-like and green-covered monsters coming out of the middle of the tribal tent. The monster moves slowly, and drops of green juice fall from time to time.

"Kill them all, boys!" cried the eccentric in mid-air. Apparently these green monsters were driven by the strange man in mid-air, who sprayed green juice into one tent after another, and slapped them to death if the herdsmen resisted.

With a "whew", a monster raised its palm and slapped it at Xumu.

"Amitabha!" Xumu sang a Buddha horn, took out his staff and fought against the monster.

Xumu's cultivation is still good, and the staff will break this monster's arm with one move. But there was no blood coming out of the monster's severed arm, only green juice. What made his scalp tingle even more was that the monster didn't seem to know the pain, and the attack didn't stop at all.

Then, the staff broke the monster's other arm, but the monster still didn't stop moving.

Xumu couldn't help but retreat, and used the staff to break and pierce the monster's chest, but the monster still didn't fall. It wasn't until the void wood smashed the monster's head that the monster fell.

At this time, more than a dozen monsters attacked him together, and he fought hard to kill the enemy, and soon killed all these dozen monsters.

But the monsters are inexhaustible, more and more, getting closer and closer, and there is no way to retreat......

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