Gu Qing returned home and closed the door, quickly returned to the bedroom, then took off his clothes, turned his back to the mirror, and turned his head to observe the situation on his back at a good angle.

There were two wounds about a foot long, and the wound was already black. Gu Qing first connected the broken wrist, and then quickly dealt with the back injury.

Thanks to his superb medical skills and now perverted physical fitness, the injury was quickly contained.

Moreover, Mixed Yuan Tongzigong is a martial art from the outside in, and it has countermeasures against severe poison and trauma, and after two quarters of an hour of busy work, Gu Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the monster's toxin is not the kind that kills him immediately, giving him time to deal with it, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

Although Gu Qing's body was still a little weak, he did not rush to sleep and rest, but began to recall the scenes of fighting with monsters.

The monster's speed and strength are obviously stronger than him, but it does not have an overwhelming advantage, and the corresponding combat awareness is much worse than Gu Qing's, there is a high poison on the nails, and the blood flowing out is green.

Of course, the green liquid may not be considered blood.

So what exactly is it that causes such a monster?

Judging from the characteristics of the previous monster, it is somewhat like a legendary zombie, and the hardness of its body is at least above the second level of the Mixed Yuan Boy Gong.

However, the monster did not show the internal strength similar to that of a monk's elephant, and that kind of mysterious power, Gu Qing has not produced it so far.

After all, the third layer of the Mixed Yuan Tongzi Gong will only produce internal strength, so it is a little far away from Gu Qing for the time being.

After roughly judging the characteristics and strength of the monster, Gu Qing felt that he had encountered it again, and with the sharpness of the red fish, he was sure that he would completely subdue the monster.

This time it happened suddenly, and the physical characteristics of the monster had a certain degree of psychological impact on him.

Even though there have been many bizarre and strange things in the past, they are not really supernatural events after all.

In Gangxiang's memory, there is no record of monsters or anything like that.

On the other hand, it was reflected that this world was even deeper than Gu Qing had predicted at the beginning.

At the same time, Gu Qing carefully recalled the footsteps of the monster and found that it was not a pure footstep, but a unique sound wave, so that the sound made by the monster would not be noticed by normal people.

And Gu Qing Xing may be because of the evolution of his physique, but he can receive this kind of sound.

But there is another suspicion, Gu Qing has not encountered sound waves that ordinary people can't hear, but he can hear.

After all, there are too many sound waves that humans in nature can't hear, but Gu Qing only hears the special sound of monster sound waves at present.

"What's the key to this that I don't understand?"

Gu Qing thought that the Taoist priest died at the door of the antique shop, judging from the memories he had obtained before, the Taoist priest arrived at the antique shop when he was alive, and there was no one else around before he was attacked.

He must have intentionally gone to the antique shop.

If Gu Qing's inference is correct, the monster is a Taoist priest.

And the monster itself is a supernatural being.

In the antique shop, the supernatural item Gu Qing found was a wooden Buddha statue. The wooden Buddha statue should be the connection between Gu Qing and the Taoist priest.

After all, Lu Li had only mentioned the Taoist priest to Gu Qing, and Gu Qing and the Taoist priest had no intersection before.

"He's coming for the wooden Buddha statue?"

Gu Qing had absorbed the cold breath of the Buddha statue, and he had also practiced the breathing rhythm of the wooden Buddha, although it was only a small part, he definitely had the breath of the wooden Buddha statue on his body, but this kind of breath Gu Qing himself couldn't detect it for the time being.

Again, if the guess is correct, only the monster can feel it.

Gu Qing felt that he had to ask the owner of the antique shop where he had bought the Wood Buddha, and maybe he could get a clue.

He took out the wooden Buddha again, today's wooden Buddha was a little different from the past, there was a visible luster flowing on it, and Gu Qing quickly felt a cold breath.

Gu Qing had the previous experience, and immediately began to use his skills to absorb this breath.

After he finished digesting it, he found that the first layer of the Mixed Yuan Tongzi Gong had reached eighty percent of the progress, and the injuries on his back had healed and he was full of energy.

Looking at the Buddha statue again, it is still shiny and circulating.

He looked at the Buddha statue intently, and faintly felt that the wooden Buddha should have absorbed a lot of moonlight today. Outside the window is a bright full moon.

Gu Qing was thoughtful.

Perhaps the full moon is extremely helpful for the wood Buddha to produce a cold aura.

This is just a guess on his part, and he needs to continue to observe the Wood Buddha in the future to be confirmed.

After recovering from his injuries, Gu Qing's Mixed Yuan Tongzi Gong went to the next level, he was not sleepy at all now, and simply went out to clean up the traces of the previous fight.

The next day, Gu Qing was about to go into the city to go to the antique shop, when suddenly Fang Wanqiu came to look for him.

"Isn't it at night, what's the matter?" Gu Qing was a little strange when he saw Fang Wanqiu's sudden visit, he speculated in his heart, could it be that Fang Wanqiu had discovered his fight with the monster last night.

After all, Fang Wanqiu was also a cultivator.

But it still doesn't make sense.

Fang Wanqiu's expression was a little unhappy, and said: "I'm here to pass the word slowly, I can't eat the moving meal tonight, and she also asked me to tell you that your clothes will be given to you in a few days, let me say sorry to you." ”

Gu Qing nodded and said, "It's okay, it just so happens that I have something to go out today." By the way, what happened to Miss Xu?"

Thinking of Xu Slowly's reminder last night, Gu Qing always felt that Xu Slowly knew about the monster, and even the corpse thief was most likely Xu Slowly.

But the monster and Xu Slowly are in the same group, why did Xu Slowly remind him?

This is what Gu Qing is puzzled again.

Fang Wanqiu said: "After she went home last night, she suddenly had a fever, fortunately, the fever had subsided just now, but her body was still very weak, and she had to recuperate at home for the past few days." Hey, she always likes to think about others, and she thinks about you before she gets better. ”

Gu Qing's heart moved, and said, "So that's the case, I want to visit her." ”

Fang Wanqiu shook her head and said, "She's sick, don't bother her." You don't have to think too much, you have been very kind since you were a child, and this time, even if it wasn't you, if it was someone else, she would probably be apologic. ”

She paused, and then said: "Of course, she still seems to be a little different from you, and yesterday she actually reminded you to be careful when you go home, after all, she has never taken the initiative to say these things." Maybe it's because she likes the painting you painted. ”

Gu Qing could see that Fang Wanqiu was not lying, but what did Xu slowly have to do with the monster?

Moreover, Gu Qing found that Fang Wanqiu's attitude towards herself had changed, she was not so curious, and even a little disdainful.

He didn't know that Fang Wanqiu got a message yesterday that Gu Qing's identity information was classified as top secret because he had been intimate with a big man for a while.

The member who revealed the news to her also gossiped that the big man was a woman. Therefore, Gu Qing has been divided into the likes of little white faces by Fang Wanqiu.