Wu Yi said: "That's very good, let's practice." ”

She sat cross-legged, rubbed her hands together, closed her eyes, and after a while, said, "Reach out to the urn, this centipede will bite you, you must not move, let him suck your blood, the more you suck, the better." ”

Sun Zhiyi has seen this big centipede sucking chicken blood every day for seven days, and after only a few bites, a big rooster with a fresh dragon jumping alive will be killed, which shows that this centipede is not poisonous, and when he heard Wu Yi say this, he couldn't help but hesitate and not answer.

Wu Yi's face sank and asked, "What's the matter, don't you want to?"

Sun Zhiyi said: "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I ...... It's just ......"

Wu Yi said: "What? It's just that centipedes are very poisonous, are you afraid of death? Are you a human or a rooster?"

Sun Zhiyi said: "I'm not a rooster. ”

Wu Yi said: "Yes, the rooster will die if you suck blood from the centipede, and you are not a rooster, how can you die?" You said that you were willing to go to the soup for me, and the centipede sucked a little blood to play with you, would you be crushed to pieces?"

Sun Zhiyi was speechless, raised his head and looked at Wu Yi, and saw that her red cherry lips were drooping, quite contemptuous, and he was confused, as if he was enchanted, and said, "Okay, just follow the girl's orders." He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and slowly reached into the urn with his right hand.

As soon as he put his finger into the urn, the tip of his middle finger ached like a pinprick in it. He couldn't help but shrink his hand.

Wu Yi shouted, "Don't move, don't move!"

Sun Zhiyi couldn't help himself, opened his eyes, and saw that the centipede was biting his middle finger, and sure enough, it was sucking blood.

Sun Zhiyi's whole body was hairy, and he just wanted to lift it up and throw it on the ground, and stepped on it, but although he was not opposite to Wu Yi, he felt her sharp gaze on his back, like two sharp swords about to stab down, how dare he move slightly?

Fortunately, the centipede sucked blood and was not very painful, but when I saw that the centipede gradually swollen, it was also faintly covered with a layer of deep purple on my middle finger.

The purple color goes from light to dark, slowly turns to deep black, and after a while, the black fingers and palms rise along the arms.

Sun Zhiyi had already thrown his life away at this time, but he was calm, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but this smile was under the iron owl, and Wu Yi couldn't see it.

Wu Yi's eyes were fixed on the centipede, preoccupied, and he did not neglect it. Finally, the centipede let go of Sun Zhiyi's fingers and lay at the bottom of the urn without moving.

Wu Yi shouted: "You gently put the centipede into the small vessel, be careful, don't hurt it." ”

Sun Zhiyi picked up the centipede as he said and put it in the small vessel in front of the brocade stool. Wu Yi closed the lid, and after a while, a drop of black blood dripped from the hole of the artifact.

Wu Yi's face was happy, and he hurriedly stretched out his palm to catch the blood, crossed his knees, and sucked the blood into his palm.

Sun Zhiyi said in his heart: "This is my blood, but it has reached her body." It turned out that she was in the centipede's poisonous palm. ”

After a long while, there was no more black dripping from the artifact, and Wu Yi lifted the lid and saw that the centipede was already dead.

Wu Yi rubbed his palms, and when he looked at his palms, he saw that the two palms were as flawless as white jade, and there was no blood stain, and he knew that the practice method he had eavesdropped from the master was indeed not bad, so he was very happy, picked up the artifact, threw the dead centipede to the ground, and hurriedly walked out of the hall, without looking at Sun Zhiyi, it seemed that this person was like the dead centipede, and it was useless anymore.

Sun Zhiyi looked at Wu Yi's back until she was gone, and when he unbuttoned his shirt and looked at it, he saw that the black gas had spread to his armpits, and at the same time, one arm was also numb, and in an instant, it was like thousands of fleas biting at the same time.

He screamed, jumped up, reached out to scratch, and when he scratched, it itched even more, as if worms had crawled into his bone marrow and heart and lungs, and squirmed and moved.

The pain was unbearable, and he jumped up and down, screaming loudly, and slamming his head against the wall, with a banging sound, hoping that he would faint immediately, lose consciousness, and avoid such a difficult itch.

After a few more bumps, and with a bang, something fell out of his arms, and an oilcloth bag fell apart, revealing a yellow book, which was the Sanskrit scripture he had picked up that day.

At this time, under the itch, I didn't bother to pick it up, but I saw the book open from it. Sun Zhiyi's whole body was unspeakably difficult, rolling to the ground, rubbing and bumping.

After a while, he was only gasping for breath, and tears, snot, and saliva flowed from the cracks in the iron owl's mouth and dripped on the Sanskrit scriptures.

In a drowsy state, I don't know how much time has passed, the page has been soaked with tears and saliva, and when I accidentally glance at it, I suddenly saw a figure of a monk appear between the crooked words on the page.

The monk's posture was very peculiar, his head passed under his crotch, stretched out, and his hands grasped his feet.

He didn't have the heart to pay attention to the strange posture in the book, but he felt that the itch was almost unbearable, and he threw himself on the ground, tore his shirt and pants to pieces, and rubbed his skin violently on the ground, rubbing it for a while, and blood seeped from his skin.

He was rolling around, and suddenly, his head went between his legs. He had an iron owl on his head, and he couldn't retract it in a hurry, so he reached out to help, and his right hand naturally grabbed his right foot.

By this time he was so exhausted that he could not move for a while, so he had to stop for a while, catch his breath, and inadvertently, he saw the book spread out in front of him, and the posture of the thin monk depicted in the book was somewhat similar to his current position.

I was surprised and a little funny, and what was even more strange was that after doing this pose, although the tingling and itching on my body was the same, the ventilation was much smoother.

At the moment, he was not in a hurry to get his head out of his crotch, so he lay on the ground, and simply followed the posture of the monk in the picture, and even his left hand held his left foot, and his chin touched the ground. In this way, the posture is the same as that of the monk in the picture, and the ventilation is more comfortable.

As he lay down, his eyes were closer to the book, and when he looked at the monk again, he saw two very large yellow characters written beside him, with strange curvatures and many tiny red arrows in the strokes.

Sun Zhiyi was so prostrate, very tired, and immediately let go and stood up. As soon as he stood up, he immediately itched breathlessly, and hurriedly drilled his head under his crotch, holding his feet with both hands and touching his jaw to the ground. Just do this weird posture, and the breath will be smooth.

He didn't dare to move again, and after a while, when he got bored, he went to look at the monk in the picture, and then at the two strange words beside him.

Looking at the arrows in the strange words, my heart naturally followed the strokes pointed by the arrows, only to feel that the itch on the right arm seemed to turn into a line of heating, from the throat to the chest and abdomen, around a few bends, from the shoulders to the top of the head, slowly disappeared.

Looking at the small arrow in the strange word, I thought about it several times in a row, and each time a warm air came into my brain, and the itch on my arm was slightly reduced.

He was amazed, and he didn't have time to think about the reason, so he just did it, and when he did it more than 30 times, there was only a slight itch left on his arms, and after doing it more than 10 times, his fingers, palms, and arms were completely unpleasant.