The night was dark. The fog is getting worse.

Two five-colored lights flashed in succession.

In the mist, two figures, one tall and one short, faintly appeared.

"Hey, grandpa, what kind of light is that?" asked the short man, pointing to the cave. Listening to the voice, it was a boy of seven or eight years old.

The tall man was a thin old man. He followed his grandson's finger and looked over.

I saw a faint blue light jumping from the hole in the dark earth.

"It's not good, it's the evil cultivator who has succeeded in advancing to the bottom of the cave! Hurry up!" the old man's expression changed greatly, he picked up his grandson, took a few leaps, and disappeared into the mist in a blink of an eye.

The blue light shines brighter and brighter.

About half an hour later, there was a muffled "bang" from the bottom of the cave.

The blue light suddenly brightened, illuminating the bottom of the dark cavern.

There's a whole lot of floating dirt there.

Suddenly, a blood-stained hand ——, emerge from the mound of floating earth.

Then, another hand came out.

Hula——, floating mound was washed away.

An adult man, with his eyes closed, sat up straight from the dirt. He tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and gasped for air.

After a dozen breaths, his face, which was originally as pale as a dead man, gradually warmed up, and although it was still pale and bloodless, it at least looked a little angry.

The man finally opened his eyes.

At the same time, all the blue light swished, turning into a touch of blue and burrowing into his eyebrows.

The man was slightly stunned, and then, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly lowered his head to look at his chest.

There was not a single wisp there, the flesh was rolled up and covered with dirt. In several places, Shira's ribs were even exposed.

It's just miserable.

Now, however, all wounds are healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In less than three breaths, the soil "fluttered" and fell, revealing a thin chest. The skin on it was pale, but as smooth and firm as a boiled egg that had just been peeled off.

I couldn't even see a tiny scar!

The man opened his arms, raised his head and laugh......ed: "I don't break it, I don't stand it, I don't die if I don't repair it, I see!"

The voice was ethereal, like the strange cry of a night owl.

When my foot moved, I felt like I was kicking something. He wrung his eyebrows to dig open the floating dirt there.

A human hand hooked like an eagle's claw was exposed.

"Senior brother?"

With a slight brow, the man's hands flew and a corpse was quickly dug out of it.

"Ah, what a senior brother!" Seeing that there was a bloody hole in the center of the corpse's eyebrows, he reached out and touched it lovingly.

His pale fingers were covered with blood.

The man took it back, put it in his mouth and sucked it clean, and shook his head gently: "Zhihai is destroyed, senior brother, you are really dead." As he spoke, he stared greedily at the corpse in front of him, hooked the corners of his mouth, and laughed from the bottom of his heart, "Senior brother has been lying to me all along. You've already refined corpse poison. It's a pity that you have not been able to decipher the mantra of 'no breaking, no standing, no death, no repair'. It's cheaper for nothing, junior brother and me. The material of the poisonous corpse can be refined to the copper corpse realm in less than three years. Well, for the sake of a fellow disciple, I will avenge you. When I have my hands free, I will go and find the man who killed you, and make him into a puppet so that I can be your companion. ......"

Looking up at the sky above his head, he picked up the corpse, pulled out a string of afterimages, jumped out of the hole several feet deep, and walked away.

In an inn more than a dozen miles away. Shen Yun sat cross-legged on the ground, concentrating on practicing his mental method, and naturally he didn't know anything about the changes at the bottom of the cave by the river.

When I finished practicing the third meditation method, the high fever in my body was finally suppressed.

I felt the wound on my back tick there. At the same time, the room seemed to have a dead mouse, and it smelled unpleasant. And behind him is especially strong.

Shen Yunhu opened his eyes suspiciously, got up, walked to the head of the bed to light the fuel bowl lamp, and took off his dirty clothes to inspect it.

I saw a big black round mark on the back.

The smell of oil whirring and rancid came from the round prints.

Shen Yun was stunned and said in his heart: What kind of poison is it? It is so powerful!

Obviously, after he subdued that guy, he immediately took the Hundred Flowers Jade Dew Pill and sealed the blood channels around the wound. It didn't take long for him to cut off his flesh and bleed to heal his wounds.

Unexpectedly, the poison still spread to the whole body!

If it weren't for the high fever at night, he wouldn't have noticed it!

Shen Yun untied the bandages and gauze. It was also stained with dirt like black oil.

Shen Yun didn't dare to take it lightly, and groped to clean the wound with gauze. Wash off a large bowl of black, smelly sewage.

The wound had not yet healed, but no new carrion had been touched.

I wonder if all the poison in my body has been forced out?

Shen Yun simply didn't use the knife wound medicine, but simply wrapped two layers of gauze on the wound, sat down cross-legged on the bed, and continued to practice the heart method.

Afterwards, he shook off a cold sweat again: after practicing the mental method again, his back was cold and swishing. He took off the gauze and saw that it was stained with black oil. The color and smell are the same as before.

In other words, there is no less poison in his body than before!

Therefore, it is necessary to practice the mind again.

In this way, after being cleaned, he continued to practice the mental method. Compared with the previous two drug persecution experiences, he summed up: you can practice the mental method once each time, and the efficiency of drug persecution is the highest.

Practice the mind, cleanse, practice the mind, and cleanse again...... After repeating this three more times, the black dirt on the gauze finally became lighter and thinner.

However, the poison has not yet been fully forced.

Go on!

When it was dawn in the east, Shen Yun finished practicing the twelfth mental method, opened his eyes, and removed the bandage of the wound.

There was only a slight reddish amount of blood on the gauze.

Finally, the poison in the body is cleared!

If these poisons are left in the body, I don't know what kind of scourge it will be!

"It's dangerous!" Shen Yun let out a long breath. Backhand try to touch the wound on the back.

Great! The bleeding has completely stopped.

Only then did he take out the knife wound medicine and sprinkle it on the wound and bandage it carefully.

After dealing with it properly, he lay on the bed as if he had fallen apart, recalling this experience, and said in his heart: If Master was alive and knew about it, he would definitely scold me for 'deserving it' again.

Isn't it just deserved?

Knowing that the monk's methods were more insidious than those of the Jianghu people, he put down the more than 200 armor talismans in his hand and rushed out with such a big grin!

This time he was really lucky, firstly, the robbers he encountered also underestimated his ability and let him get his hands on it, and secondly, he bought a super-sharp remnant dagger in the market.

Of course, then again, his decisive counterattack was the most fundamental reason for this escape.

This ability to fight back was not innate, but was largely based on his experience of hunting and begging for a living as a young man - years in the mountains and forests, fighting for the lives of wild beasts, which not only made him very sensitive to danger, but also reacted quickly to danger. It seems to have become an instinct for him.

The rivers and lakes are sinister, and the world of monks is even more dangerous.

Shen Yun raised his hands and looked at it, thinking in his heart: Life in Yuxi Town is really too comfortable. Before I knew it, I was letting my guard down. In the future, you still have to go to the mountains often, hunting, and don't let yourself be lazy.