"Congratulations, leading 99.9999% of the participants and qualifying for the first place!"

Looking at the prompt in front of him, Su Xiaobai slammed his left hand to the ground and roared angrily.

Holding Guan Erye's arm, he stood up from the ground tremblingly, leaning against the corner of the wall and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The loser dies, the winner survives, and now the coffin is closed!

"Well done young man, I really didn't misunderstand you."

Old Man Han admired sincerely, and at the same time, he was bending down to collect the fragments of those treasure chests.

Su Xiaobai smiled, walked along the wall towards the secret door, looked up, and saw a gentle glimmer of light.

"Xiaosheng, I'll help you."

Guan Erye, who was in the back, proposed a sentence, that is, to escort him to the house together.

The two men climbed onto the plank together, brought a chair nearby, and sat down facing each other.

Su Xiaobai supported himself on the table with one hand, guarding against the black iron nails, and tried to move his back, but there was still a faint pain.

With a backhand touch, a pool of blood appeared in the palm of his hand.

Guan Erye, who was opposite, opened his crotch and sat down, glanced at the bloodstains, frowned slightly and proposed: "Xiaosheng, you turn around and let me see the injury." ”

"Okay."

In response, Su Xiaobai also turned around and picked up his clothes.

The cold wind blew from outside the house, hitting his wound, causing some pain.

However, Su Xiaobai didn't have much to worry about, and from the feeling of feeling, the pain only stayed near the skin.

Guan Erye, who was behind him, stroked his fake beard, looked at Su Xiao's blood-red back, nodded and said, "It's okay, it's not serious." It's just scrapes. ”

"I'm going to get a bottle of burnt knives to disinfect the wound, you wait here for a while."

With a command, he put down the big knife in his hand and walked quickly towards the door.

His so-called burnt knife is a type of liquor, and its alcohol concentration is generally around 60 degrees, and some can be as high as 80 degrees.

For wound disinfection, there should be no problem.

"It's finally over!"

Su Xiaobai smiled with a smile on his eyebrows, not disturbed by the injury in the slightest.

Now that the task has been completed and the qualification has been qualified, according to the manual prompt, I still have about 30 hours left.

He could choose to advance immediately, but there was no need to be so anxious, because Old Man Han had not fulfilled his promise to him.

"Young man, come and pull me!"

Suddenly, the shouts of Old Man Han came from under the secret door, and when Su Xiaobai heard it, he didn't slack off, and quickly stretched out his hand.

Holding hands together, under Su Xiaobai's pull, he climbed out smoothly, and at this time, there was not a drop of the copper bottle left in his hand.

"Where's Guan Yeren?"

"He took the burnt knife."

"Burn a knife? Is it used for disinfection? The old man crossed his hands on his hips and asked again.

"Yes." Su Xiaobai also replied.

After confirming the situation, Han Duangong was not idle, squatting on the ground and rummaging in the medicine basket, and after a while, he took out a few slender herbs.

The leaves are blue-green, with three forks, shaped like a duck's flippers, which Su Xiaobai recognizes as Chinese medicine wormwood.

I picked a slice of it, and the information about its items appeared in front of me:

Artemisia leaves, traditional Chinese medicine. It has the function of warming menstruation and stopping bleeding, dissipating cold and relieving pain. It can be boiled into ointment and applied externally. 】

"When the poison is gone, I'll cook a medicine for you."

Old man Han gave an order in front of the table, that is, to pick up the medicine jar and walk out.

Outside the door, Guan Erye passed by Old Man Han, who was running towards him with wine in his hand.

"Let's get started." Su Xiaobai replied forcefully, gritting his teeth and picking up his clothes.

The pain caused by alcohol in the wound is comparable to severe burns, especially the exposure of a large area of wounds like Su Xiaobai, who is absolutely very sensitive to pain.

"Hiss!"

At that moment, it was as if the back was being scorched by flames, and it intensified, and soon the threshold was reached.

As if being stung by thousands of red fire ants, Su Xiaobai clenched his fists, bit his clothes, and subconsciously stood up.

The pain came violently, but it also walked quickly, and after about dozens of breaths, Su Xiaobai's flushed complexion gradually improved.

He leaned against the corner, gasping for air, sweating profusely like rain.

"Boom!"

Hammered another punch to the wall and slowly propped himself up, Su Xiaobai smiled and sat back in his seat.

"Respect you as a man, come, take a drink by the way!"

Guan Erye shouted loudly, took a mud bowl from the table, and poured the burning knife wine down.

It didn't take long for the liquor to pass a quarter of the position, and Su Xiaobai hurriedly stopped Guan Erye, he didn't have such a good amount of alcohol.

"Xiaosheng is polite, the rest is mine."

Guan Erye responded boldly, picked up the wine bottle and drank it to his mouth, his face flushed.

"Drink less, don't sleep with me again!"

Old man Han wiped the leaves on his hands and said angrily.

Su Xiaobai turned his head to see when he heard the sound, the firewood had been set up again, and the medicine jar was put up and covered.

The strong aroma comes to the nose, and when you take a deep breath, it is a little bitter.

"Let's go! Drink and drink elsewhere! ”

Under the shouting of Old Man Han, Guan Erye laughed, jumped off the chair, picked up the big knife and walked out leisurely.

Looking at this crooked pace, Su Xiaobai didn't know whether he was really drunk or acting.

It seemed to be dumped, but in fact, his footsteps were very solid, and the big knife on his shoulder did not move at all, and he was stuck in the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, with an abrupt stop, he turned his head sideways and smiled at Su Xiaobai: "Xiaosheng, don't be late for the Qixi Temple Fair tonight." ”

"When the time comes, it will be a beautiful thing again......"

As he spoke, he staggered out the door and disappeared into the distance.

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"Let this medicine burn," Old Man Han muttered to himself for a while, then sat down next to Su Xiaobai and continued to ask, "Young man, what's your name?" ”

His expression was dignified, his tone was calm, and Su Xiaobai also responded seriously.

Looking at this posture, it seems that he is about to fulfill his promise.......

"Xiaobai, listen to me,"

"In this world, there is such a group of people, either God-given or breaking the shackles, so as to gain incredible power."

"Thousands of powers bloomed, leaving a heavy mark in history, and later generations collectively called them - strange arts."

"Every strange magic is unique. The owner advances to the depths, which can strengthen the body and cut the trick. ”

Old man Han paused slightly, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he continued:

"The reward I promise you is the breath of the magic. If you can practice this technique, it is no exaggeration to say that you can also retreat from the midst of all kinds of tricks. ”

Hearing this, Su Xiaobai's arms trembled violently, and his eyes were shining.

I saw Han Duangong sitting on the chair, and at the same time stretched out his hands and walked towards him.

Su Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "What does this mean?" ”

Old man Han opened his eyes slightly, and explained with a smile: "Teach the Fa, and stretch out your hand." ”

As soon as the words fell, it was palm-to-palm, and in an instant, everything fell silent..........