After meditating for days, she had the idea of grinding the herbs into a powder and mixing them with her blood.

He thought that by doing so, ordinary poison would have little effect on her, and that if she needed to use it, it would be easy to pick it up, just drop a few drops of blood.

As long as she lives, it can be said that it is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

At that time, he was still happy because he thought of such a multi-trick solution.

Looking at it now, this herb is obviously the starting point for her to embark on the road of no return.

Right now, the end of her life may also be because of this "hundred poisonous weeds".

After staring at the "Antidote Formula" for a long time, she stretched out her right hand to pick it up, and trembled to the page of "Corpse Poison".

When I saw that the first prescription in the first row above was "Hundred Poisonous Herbs".

At this moment, it was as if he had been sentenced to death by the king of Hades, and he was completely paralyzed in the sofa.

Empty eyes looked out the window, sparkling, beautiful as the sudden aurora on a summer night, so sad, so desperate......

She tore off the Buddha beads in her hand, closed her eyes and flickered, trying to calm herself down, but suddenly remembered the conversation with Hongyuan, and the action of dialing the Buddha beads suddenly stopped.

"Buckle ......" A knock on the door pulled her back into her thoughts.

She immediately got up, put the two books back in the safe, and then walked to the door and opened the door.

"Young Master!" Ji Zhong called with a solemn face.

"Grandpa Ji, is there anything wrong with you?" Jian Junxi asked suspiciously.

"Can I go in and talk to you?" Ji Zhong's vicissitudes of life were full of tiredness, and he should have not rested for a long time.

"Okay, sit on the couch!" Jian Junxi opened the door.

"Good!" Ji Zhong nodded and walked slowly inside.

Jian Junxi closed the door, and Ji Zhong sat down on the sofa.

Jian Junxi walked to the opposite side of him, bowed down to pour him tea, Ji Zhong waved his hand and said, "Young master doesn't have to be polite, the old man doesn't drink tea, he just wants to talk to you......"

"Huh?" Jian Junxi was not reluctant, his face was slightly solemn, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

"I ...... I just want to know ......" Ji Zhong didn't seem to know how to speak.

"This poison, my master's master named it "corpse fungus poison", it is a fungus extracted from the corpse ......"

Jian Junxi seemed to know the reason for his hesitation, and briefly recounted the events of the year to him.

After speaking, take out a blank piece of paper and a pen from the drawer and write down the prescription for the antidote.

While handing it to him, he said: "Fang Zi is here, you let Wen Hao boil the medicine, just come to me again!" ”

Ji Zhong picked up the prescription and glanced at it, Gu Tao's face was like a cloudy sky, extremely dark.

Hoarse asked, "Young Master, is there still a need for a blind taste in this antidote prescription?" Is it your blood? ”

Jian Junxi's dark eyes were like ink, and all that was left was the endless abyss, extremely calm, and there was no reply, which was considered a default.

A layer of mist suddenly rose from the bottom of Ji Zhong's old eyes, and his hands trembled uncontrollably in a hurry, and his whole person was so flustered that his mind went blank.

Her body is already thin, and the blood volume on her body is less than normal, plus her body is getting worse

So many people have been poisoned, I am afraid that I can't save her even if I squeeze her dry, what should the child do? So many soldiers, what to do?

"Is there no other way?" Ji Zhong's whole person is like a crumbling autumn leaf.

"Sooner or later, it's just a matter of bringing the time forward a little bit!" The corners of Jian Junxi's lips raised a smile of relief, as beautiful as cherry blossoms in spring.

(End of chapter)