Zhong Bo glanced at the paper bag in Su Muran's hand, and then looked at the wine pill in his hand that could devour the five senses.

"In order to show the fairness of the competition, I chose nine entanglements."

After that, Zhong Bo put the cork on the bottle and stuffed the white jade porcelain bottle into Su Muran's hand, and at the same time took the nine entanglements in her hand.

Su Muran's eyelashes drooped slightly, took back the wine pill and put it into the spiritual realm, and nodded, "Okay." ”

"Water, I want water."

No one in the crowd moved.

Yes... This......

Su Muran looked at a white-clothed young man next to him who was obviously younger than himself, and said, "Trouble, help him get some water." ”

"A lot... I want a lot of water! ”

The young man's original steps stopped, and his eyes bulged to look at Su Muran.

Well??? This is waiting for my answer???

"Ahem..."Su Muran coughed lightly twice, and smiled at the young man, "Take more, it's hard work." ”

The young man in white's face turned red, he lowered his head and pinched, and his voice was small, "Yes, senior sister, no... It's not hard. ”

With that, the young man ran briskly towards the door on his legs, and in a few moments he came over with a large basin of water.

His breath was slightly rough, his forehead was soaked in sweat, and Su Muran subconsciously wanted to take it.

"Senior sister, I can do it."

"It's okay, I'll help—"

"I could—" The boy said firmly.

Su Muran was a little embarrassed, she shouldn't have called someone younger than him to get water just now because she was shy, and she shouldn't have said to him when she heard Zhong Bo say that she wanted a lot of water, "It's hard work." ”

Perhaps it was because of this sentence that he insisted on her, "I can—"

The young man in white carried the water to Zhong Bo's face, put it on the ground safely, and looked at Zhong Bo in a cold tone.

"You want water."

After saying that, he turned around without looking back, looked at Su Muran, and called, "Senior sister." Then he withdrew and stood aside.

Su Muran closed his eyes and activated his consciousness, took out a clean handkerchief from the spiritual realm and handed it to the young man.

"Now—take it and wipe your sweat."

The young man was slightly stunned, raised his head and looked at Su Muran without blinking with his bulging eyes.

Su Muran saw that he didn't move, and he didn't know why he was always staring at her, but he felt that this child was honest and cute, so he couldn't help but look at her with more love, she just picked up the handkerchief and wanted to wipe it for him, and suddenly remembered her own one, and hurriedly stopped.

My guy is jealous, and even though I just see him as a little kid, I can't!

So, Su Muran stopped his hand, and instead stuffed the square handkerchief into the young man's hand, and then got up, focusing on the competition.

Entering the eaves, Zhong Bo had already squatted down, he opened the rice paper with his hands trembling slightly, put the rice paper on the ground with nine entangles of powder, stretched out his index finger and gently touched a little nine entanglements, and immediately washed it with water in the basin.

"Ahhhhh......h

Zhong Bo screamed while rubbing his hands that had just been stained with nine entanglements, forehead, neck, arms... As far as the eye can see, all the green tendons are exposed.

Su Muran knew that it was Jiutang who played a role.

Zhong Bo on the side was still repeating the action of washing.

Why didn't he start preparing the solution, if he continued like this, he would explode and die in a short time......

After another period of time, Zhong Bo had already spread his whole body to the ground with convulsions, but he still insisted on putting his hand into the clear water.

Did he simply want to wash it off with water??? No way! Didn't he understand the characteristics of Jiutang?

The language of discussion also appeared intermittently, and their guesses were no different from what Su Muran said.

The face of the ghost who was sitting on the wooden chair on the stage was dark, his eyes were fierce, and he looked at Zhong Bo who was twitching and embarrassed on the ground coldly, and his ten fingers were exposed.

"Stupid!"

As time passed, the situation became worse and worse, and Zhong Bo, who was paralyzed on the ground, didn't even have the strength to reach into the basin at this time, his face was hideous, and he roared heartbreakingly.

Not good! You have to save people right away!

Su Muran subconsciously squatted down, and his hand caught Zhong Bo's pulse.

"The blood veins are blocked, the breath is weak and tight......"

He's- he's about to explode!

Without thinking about anything to compare, Su Muran directly closed her eyes and activated her consciousness, took out the silver needle she had just used from the spiritual space, simply disinfected it, and then drew the silver needle into his acupoint.

"Hmm... Ahh

Su Muran took out a towel from the spiritual realm, folded it into strips, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ninja!"

Seeing that someone might die, the surrounding people lost their hostility just now, and they surrounded them, at a loss, but it was more than enough to make a move.

"Hold him down!"

"Yes, Senior Sister."

In an instant, five or six sturdy white-clothed men stepped forward and pressed Zhong Bo's limbs.

At this time, Zhong Bo's whole person was bulging, and his green muscles and red face were all in front of him.

Layers of fine sweat appeared on Su Muran's forehead, and it only took a moment to gather into beads, dripping down.

While she used her hand to probe the direction of the violent gas flow in his body, she pressed the poison with needles, forty-nine needles entered, Zhong Bo's body was still expanding, and everyone's faces were hopeless.

"Senior sister, Zhong Bo may-"

Before one of the white-clothed people could speak, Su Muran's tone was firm and focused, "Save it!" ”

Everyone wanted to say something, but as soon as these words came out, they all held their breath and froze.

Su Muran took a deep breath, closed his eyes and activated his consciousness to take out a rubber glove and a scalpel from the spiritual space.

She quickly put on her gloves and held the knife, and in an instant, her hand rose and fell, and she quickly and ruthlessly cut a hole in Zhong Bo's nine-tangled index finger.

Suddenly, black grunt blood flowed out.

"Everyone be careful, this blood is poisonous, don't touch it!"

When everyone heard this, the people standing nearby took two steps back.

The outflow of poisonous blood did not make Zhong Bo's body swelling decrease, Su Muran's brows furrowed even tighter, and he put his hand on him, and instantly understood the reason.

There was blood in his chest.

Su Muran lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Blood is accumulated in the chest, it is best to draw it out directly, and the method of massage can be used, but the time is urgent, it is not feasible, only ......

Chest cannula for drainage!

Thinking of this, after roughly determining that the poisonous blood in other parts of his body was discharged, Su Muran pulled out the silver needle on Zhong Bo's body, tore open the placket of his chest, took out a glass trachea from the spiritual realm, aimed it at Zhong Bo's chest and inserted it.

Suddenly, in the glass tube, black bulging blood rose and overflowed along the trachea.

Because considering that his own blood is toxic, in order to avoid secondary injury, Su Muran exposed the mouth of the tube in the upper part of the glass trachea in advance and wrapped it in a thick layer of gauze.

"Senior sister, this-"

"Don't worry! He'll be fine, it's just that the poisonous blood is accumulating in the chest, and there will be no problem in exporting the poisonous blood. ”