Yu Deshui took a quick step, stretched out his hand to help Zhu Liangfeng, who was about to collapse, and gently leaned him against the wall.
Don't make too big a fuss, it won't be good if you disturb everyone.
However, someone next to him noticed it.
This was a young man with a happy face. He opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong with this big brother?"
"Who knows?" Yu Deshui pretended not to care: "Maybe it's because you've been sitting for a long time?"
"Let me take a look." The young man was eager to try.
"Don't mind your own business when you're out," Yu Deshui warned.
He returned to his position, feeling very unhappy. Not only was the drug sealed to Zhu Liang just now, worth two or three spirit stones, but it also showed its whereabouts in the eyes of these two people.
As a killer, this is a big no-no.
Thinking of this, he wanted to kill these two people directly. It's just that there's too much movement. There are at least ten Qi practitioners in this small warehouse. Do you really think these people are all blind?
He didn't even dare to kill Zhu Liangfeng, but only temporarily charmed him.
He turned his attention back to the two targets, preparing to poison them again, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the young man looked towards him from time to time, obviously resentful of the scolding he had just given.
"Where the hell did this fool come from?" Yu Deshui was angry in his heart, but on the surface he sat upright with his eyes closed and fell into meditation.
The young man still glanced at him from time to time. Just when he was about to go crazy, the man finally closed his eyes and went to find some peace and quiet.
Yu Deshui took a long breath and waited for a while. It was already past noon, and someone in the cabin would wake up to eat at any time, so he had to act quickly.
He no longer hesitated and walked towards the target with a hunched body.
At this moment, the flying boat shook violently, and then returned to normal.
This is a common occurrence during the journey. The flying boat only flies at a height of a few hundred feet and often encounters various storms.
This little shaking had little effect on the monk who was meditating, but the woman opened her eyes in a daze.
Yu Deshui cursed in his heart, but his face remained calm. He nodded towards the woman and put his head to the window: "It's such a heavy rain!"
The woman smiled in response, with the kind of awe a mortal should have when seeing a monk on her face.
In an instant, Yu Deshui had sprinkled the venom on the new sesame cakes.
It's done this time.
However, he didn't feel happy at all. Because that damn guy interfered randomly, not only did he cost five more spirit stones, but he also showed his face in front of three people.
This woman is nothing to worry about, she is going to die anyway. Those two monks were a problem.
He silently reviewed the whole process and felt that the problem was not too big. After all, it only happened three days later. Who could investigate it so clearly?
What's more, these two people are strangers and don't know themselves.
This time he focused his attention on the target to prevent any further mishaps.
After a while, the child woke up;
He and the woman each took a piece of sesame seed cake and started eating!
The two also went to the deck to chat. The content was probably that the woman wanted to continue recruiting people in the shop, but the child had no objection.
Who should we recruit? He sneered in his heart and went to find the Lord of Hell to recruit people!
all the best. The child and the woman kept discussing the store's affairs until they arrived in Yunzhou, but they did not find out that they were poisoned.
…
When Yang Zhen and Aunt Fu followed the others, they immediately saw Wang Shaohe and Chen Fuzhen waiting.
"Uncle Sixteen, why do you need to come here again? I'm so sorry." Yang Zhen hurriedly stepped forward and saluted Wang Shaohe.
Wang Shaohe smiled. After Yang Zhen came to Zhoucheng many times, he would not come to pick her up every time. However, if there was nothing wrong, the fourth elder still liked to send him here.
He took the voucher from Yang Zhen and went to Feizhou to pick up the storage bag as usual.
Chen Fuzhen and Aunt Fu were on the other side, telling each other about their feelings after parting.
Ever since Yang Zhen got involved with Manager Cui, Chen Fuzhen's situation in the workshop has greatly improved. Director Gong was very polite to him, and he would not disapprove any requests for leave to pick up people.
After a while, about twice as long as usual, Wang Shaohe strode back.
"There was some trouble just now," he explained: "On the spaceship you were on, a passenger was unconscious in the bottom cabin. Someone suspected that he had encountered a robber, so he woke him up and asked him if he had lost anything. As a result, this He didn’t say anything and left in a hurry.”
Everyone talked and laughed for a while, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Wang Shaohe suddenly stared at Yang Zhen: "Little Shitou, you look out of sorts, are you tired?"
"Is there any?" Yang Zhen also felt a little sleepy: "Maybe it's because she didn't rest."
So they said goodbye to each other, and Yang Zhen naturally followed Wang Shaohe to Wang's house in Zhuiyun Mountain.
His eyelids were twitching and he was getting sleepy. In the past, after having lunch on a flying boat, he would go to space to rest. Today, I lost track of time because I was discussing the future development of Dexing Hall with Aunt Fu.
It seems that he is tired. he thought dazedly.
After reluctantly having dinner at Wang's house, and arranging for someone to notify Manager Cui's confidants to meet tomorrow, he finally couldn't stand it any longer, declined the invitation to tell the story, returned to the room, fell on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.
…
midnight.
"Brother, brother stone, brother idiot, wake up quickly!"
A childish voice kept ringing in my mind, with anxiety and anger in the voice.
Yang Zhen opened her eyes and found that she was already in space. Yiyi was beside him, gently shaving his face with a leaf.
He was in a trance, and his mind hadn't come to his senses yet: He was always sober when he came to space before, what happened this time?
"Yiyi, why am I feeling dizzy?" he asked.
"You idiot, you've been poisoned!" Yiyi shouted angrily.
Yang Zhen was shocked and suddenly woke up: "Is it serious?"
"I've almost finished it for you, and there's only one last bit left until tomorrow morning!"
"Oh," Yang Zhen felt relieved: "Yiyi, what's going on? What kind of poison have I been poisoned?"
"You have been hit by three days of drought. If this little fairy hadn't taken action, you would have died in three days!"
Yiyi said proudly, and then a drop of green water appeared on the leaf:
"Brother, look, this is Sanriku's venom, I've extracted it!"
Yang Zhen felt a chill in her heart as she looked at the green, somewhat frightening droplets.
"Why is there still a little bit left?" He didn't want to still have this thing in his body.
"Because there is still a kind of poison in your body. Well, it can't be considered poison. I can't get rid of it."
"What?" Yang Zhenxin asked again: "It's still poisonous! Or is it a poison you can't detoxify?"
"Yes, this thing is melting the spiritual roots in your body! I just took a look, brother, your spiritual roots are almost gone!"
Yang Zhen was stunned. What was that? My spiritual roots are gone? Then wouldn’t I become a useless person?
"You, can you see clearly the spiritual roots in my body?" he asked tremblingly.
"I couldn't see it originally, but this thing is dissolving the spiritual roots, so I can see it. Brother, it turns out you have five spiritual roots! What a poor qualification!"
Yiyi chuckled and said that she heard Yang Zhen tell her about these spiritual root qualifications.
That’s better than nothing! Yang Zhen wanted to cry but had no tears.
"However," Yiyi's voice was like the sound of nature: "You are going to become a single spiritual root now, a single spiritual root of the wood type..."
