Jue Tongjun raised his head again, and a hint of hope appeared in his eyes: "I heard you say when you entered the door, are you Mr. Bai Wuji's junior brother?" ”

Henan Nanshan nodded, and told the truth: "I and my senior brother Bai Wufeng are out of the sect of the Holy Hand of Guishan Lushan Ling. ”

The name of the Holy Hand of Turtle Mountain, Jue Tongjun has heard of it. It is said that this person has superb medical skills, but he does not like to be contaminated with vulgar dust, and he rarely appears in the rivers and lakes.

Unexpectedly, Bai Wujian was actually a teacher of this person. His personality is very different from Lushan Ling, but this Henan Nanshan has some rumored demeanor.

However, this Heronan Mountain came to the Nether Heaven at such a time, and immediately asked about the situation of the blood mist, so he was naturally a helper. And when talking to him, a Xuanhui aura was faintly revealed, as if he had already obtained the Xuanhui before his senior brother.

Jue Tongjun combined many ideas and soon had an understanding of Henan Mountain.

"My lord, if it's convenient, I'd like to know more about the blood mist." Suddenly, Tsuru Nanshan said.

Jue Tongjun immediately came back to his senses and nodded again and again: "Naturally, you can." The Turtle Mountain Holy Hand is tall under the door, and I also admire it very much. ”

As he spoke, he led He Nanshan to the table.

The paulownia desks on both wings were scattered with information about the blood mist. The edges of the table that were raised in the shape of auspicious clouds at both ends were turned inward, and the lacquer on them had worn off a lot.

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Another day later, the boat that rode the turbulent water and rushed straight down like an arrow from the string had already sailed nearly half a mile.

Bai Wujian hurried with a rower brought by the Wine Alliance, if it weren't for this person, he was afraid that he would have been there for a long time on his own.

The place he was going to was the source of the rumored terrifying blood mist.

There were more and more deaths caused by the blood mist, and he couldn't bear it anymore. If this can be solved smoothly, why won't he be impressed by his master, and why can't he be full of fame?

Passing through the villages along the way, dazzling white flags flutter in the color of blood. The crying intersected with the ghost crying that seemed to be absent for a long time, making him anxious and helpless.

There are no blue waves in front of you, and the water surface reflects the blood red of the sky, as if you are in a blood stain.

The rowing master was busy for days, and with the effect of blood mist, he was getting more and more tired at the moment, and the speed of the boat gradually decreased.

Bai Wujian gasped in the cabin, there were no curtains on either side, and he could clearly see the laborious appearance of the rowing hand.

"Yan Yang, pay attention to the nearby villages, let's rest and go." Although he was anxious, considering the state of the rowing hand, he decided to take a break first.

The rowing hand called Yan Yang turned his head sleepily and nodded in response to the deputy alliance leader's command.

When the two of them looked forward again, they found that not far ahead, there seemed to be signs of a village. Yan Yang's spirit was sharply lifted, he supported his sore arms, grabbed the oars and rowed hard to that side.

Bai Wujian looked at him and sighed secretly.

After a short time, the boat anchored on the shore, and Bai Wujian and the two walked straight to the village on the other side.

The soil underfoot is wet and a little sticky. It seems that it has rained here, but the air is full of blood mist, and I can't smell the refreshing smell of "after the new rain in the empty mountain".

The two walked along the winding dirt road to the head of the village. I saw a few scattered houses, and there were almost no people on the streets.

There is a rather large locust tree at the head of the village, which also looks a little depressed at the moment. Bai Wujian touched the chapped trunk, lowered his head and sighed, and walked into Zhuangzi with Yan Yang.

Looking around the end of the field of vision, wherever you can see, there is never a single villager.

Bai Wujian thought about it, and heard the sound of conversation in a house not far away, so he had to step forward and knock tentatively on the door.

A few knocks on the door, making a crisp sound. I heard a sound of kicking in the room, as if a woman was coming to open the door for them.

This was followed by the pull of the latch, and the rotten wood door slowly opened. She was greeted by a withered woman's face and a foul smell of rancidity.

"Wow...... I'll go. Yan Yang hurriedly covered his nose and took a few steps back with his sturdy arms.

Bai Wuqian frowned. After all, he studied medicine since childhood and is proficient in pharmacology. This smell ...... It must have come from the carrion in the house.

The woman turned a deaf ear to Yan Yang's rudeness, and her eyes were empty: "Who are you?" ”

Looking at the still young woman in front of her, she has become like this, and it is absolutely inseparable from the blood mist. Bai Wujian then bowed his hand slightly, and reported directly: "The contemptible Bai Wuji." If you want to relieve the scourge of blood mist, you will come here to disturb ......"

However, before he could finish his words, he saw a flash of light in the woman's eyes.

"You, you're the one in the legend, Bai Wuji?" The woman was visibly surprised, and half-convinced, "That'...... The one who made some great antidote? ”

Obviously, the woman's deeds of Bai Wufeng are just picking up people's teeth, and she doesn't remember it very clearly. However, even such a remote place can know his name, and Bai Wuji's reputation can really be seen.

Bai Wuqian actually reported his name first, but he also deliberately tried it, but he didn't expect to be accurate when he tried it.

He happily glanced sideways at Yan Yang next to him, his face quite smug. Yan Yang had never doubted the prestige of the deputy alliance leader, but when he suddenly looked at him, he smiled honestly in return.

"Ahem, exactly." Bai Wujian coughed lightly, then turned his head and admitted.

Suddenly, when the woman heard Bai Wuji's words, her atrophied spirit instantly brightened up a lot.

She trembled her legs, stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve, and cried miserably: "Doctor Bai, Bai Shenxian, please, save my child!" ”

Two lines of cloudy tears rolled down her cheeks and hair, and the sad expression distorted her face, looking unbearable.

Bai Wujian tentatively glanced into the house, only to see a broken quilt with exposed cotton wool on the kang of the loess base.

The chaos inside seemed to envelop the human form, and most of the smell of rotting corpses came from there.

Bai Wujian frowned: "Your children, most of them ......"

The woman looked up and found that Bai Wujian was staring closely at the quilt in the house. She pleaded again and again, and explained in a panic: "That, that's not my child." There's my father-in-law...... He, he left three days ago. ”

The woman was afraid that he would not believe him, so she opened the door of the house to the maximum. Suddenly, the stench surged, and Yan Yang, who was following behind, almost vomited.

Bai Wuqian resisted the pungent smell and glanced inside. It turned out that her child was hiding on a small bench behind the door, looking seven or eight years old, and his little face was all sickly sallow.

It's a little boy, but he looks very timid. He saw two strange uncles outside the door, timidly dragging the small bench back, staring wide-eyed and not saying a word.