The thing that Long Wu was carrying in his hand was none other than a grinning "big braised egg" with a bloody head!
The monster's face was almost half cut off by Long Wu. The long, forked tongue was very much like a rotten sausage hanging on the wall of the cesspool, and the remaining flesh was stuck to the bones and was crumbling.
Long Wu crawled back very slowly. There were many gaps in his clothes, and his body was swaying a little. When the light shone through, there were several blood stains on his face, and his eyes were bloodshot and full of bloodthirsty color. He must have been After a fierce battle.
He was holding a mutilated head in his hand. This image of an evil ghost who had just crawled out of hell made me stunned for a long time before I realized what was going on. I quickly stepped forward to give him a hand!
I crawled towards him, and he handed me the monster's head, but I didn't dare to take it.
He said coldly that this monster is Qingkui, a branch of the Drought Demon. The Demon can create droughts, and Qingkui has similar effects. Qingkui is needed to maintain the dry yellow sand here. This kind of monster is extremely rare and extremely vicious. Cannibalism, those empty shells of sand soldier warriors were probably cracked open by Qingkui, who was much more powerful than Bai Ji. When he was hungry, he would crack open a sand soldier and drag out the mutated corpse inside to gnaw on it.
Long Wu also said that Qingkui's tongue has miraculous effects and can help wounds heal. Smashing it to pieces and smearing it on the wound, using poison to fight poison, might be able to relieve the poison of the dragon-horned red-tailed moth that has been bothering him for a long time.
I think this method is a bit radical, but I really know very little about monsters like Qingkui. As far as ancient books are concerned, I am quite well-read. When I recalled the chapters, I did not remember the passage specifically recording Qing Kui.
I continued to reminisce about the contents of "The World in the Tomb", and Daoren Cheng had never introduced this kind of monster.
Where did you learn about Qing Kui Long Wu? Could it be that his memory is recovering bit by bit at this time? So what exactly did he remember?
When Long Wu saw that I refused to take Qing Kui's head, he lay there again in a daze, as if he was thinking about something.
He frowned and said, "There is a wide area ahead. Follow me."
Boss Sun's situation is not very optimistic, but if the trees are moved to death, people will be moved to death. A few people cannot stay trapped here with him to death. The space here is small and those who are already there can't breathe.
Long Wu led the way. I put the tarpaulin under Boss Sun's body, and I and the fat man carefully transported Boss Sun one behind the other.
Along the way, I was thinking that the Blood Orchid Dragon Pill is the only panacea currently known that can effectively treat the poison of the dragon-horned red-tailed moth, but this thing is too precious and is a rare treasure. I want to visit the tomb of King Jing again. , it is obviously impossible to take one out of the mouth of the Dragon King Giant Crocodile.
Using Qingkui's blood to fight poison with poison always feels like I'm going off the rails, but I really know very little about this kind of monster, and I don't know how to communicate with Long Wu.
After dragging forward for nearly a quarter of an hour, the fat man and I both blushed. I felt like there was a coal burning in my throat. Every time I took a breath, it was burning and uncomfortable, and my arms and calves kept shaking. This kind of leisurely and vigorous action of carrying the wounded is really tiring.
We finally came to an open area, with wet sand under our feet and many messy footprints around us.
It only took ten minutes, but it was by far the most tiring job. Boss Sun was placed in a smooth position. Fatty and I were speechless. We shook our heads, made eye contact, and collapsed on the ground at the same time. Avril Lavigne He quickly handed over the water for us to drink.
The cool water finally extinguished the burning coals in my throat, and I felt much better. I turned to look at Long Wu. He had already pricked out Qing Kui's tongue and cut it into minced meat.
This Qingkui's blood turned slightly purple, and when it dripped on the human skin, white smoke emitted, burning the outer skin, then entering the flesh and blood to fight the poison with poison, and then new flesh grew.
The scene in front of me made my scalp feel tight, and I always had the illusion that concentrated sulfuric acid had been applied to it.
However, he was enjoying looking at Long Wu's expression without showing any trace of pain.
The sharp figure of Long Wu carrying Qing Kui's head back reminded me of the first time I saw him. It seemed that any head he could hold in his hands would not be a good one. He seems to have a special liking for cutting down his enemy's prey.
After only ten minutes of rest, Long Wu's burned skin had already formed scabs. This phenomenon was not scientific at all. This was the first time I had seen it. It was unheard of and unbelievable.
However, he resolutely picked off the bright red scabs, as if he was tearing off fish scales rather than his own flesh.
I quickly asked him why.
Long Wu didn't stop the movement of his hands, and said with a frown, the scabs formed a few times were the poison from pulling out, and they had to be picked off, and repeated several times before they could be resolved.
He dug out all the blood scabs, revealing the rotten flesh. The transparent skin actually regained some flesh color. Then he continued to smear the minced meat made from Qingkui's tongue on his arms.
On one side is Boss Sun who has passed out, and on the other is Long Wu who is "molting". Our team's rest time has been extended accordingly.
I took out the smokeless stove and cooked some hot soup for the two wounded men. The fat man touched Boss Sun's forehead and found that he had already started to have a fever.
The fat man said to me: "The situation is not very optimistic. He started having a fever and was confused for at least seven or eight hours. In this condition, there is no way we can take him on the road."
I looked around and saw that we seemed to be stuck in a "reservoir" in the sewer. It was a square place, surrounded by bare stone walls, and there was another narrow passage ahead. Qing Kui's headless body was abandoned by Long Wu not far from the passage ahead.
The fat man asked me in a low voice: "Old Cao, I know you are soft-hearted, but you can't bring down all the guys just to save one. I think it's quite safe here. Why don't we put him here for the time being, and let's catch that Tang Jade?" Come out and rush back immediately, I mean, we can’t let our ancestors’ treasures fall into the hands of foreigners again, right?”
"You must be quite enlightened at this time." I said to the fat man: "Wait a little longer, maybe the fever will last for a while, and wake him up later to ask for advice. I see that your needlework is quite strong. If If he can stand up, we can discuss it again.”
Fat people are not so heartless people, and there is something special about human nature. Many times, the thing you can't let go of the most is not the people who have helped you, but the people you have taken the initiative to help over and over again. People tend to value more the things they have contributed to.
I just think, in this quiet ancient tomb, if you wake up and find that you are the only one left, and everyone else is gone, how terrifying would it be? It is comparable to a person being buried in a coffin before he is completely dead. No matter how hard he slaps the coffin board, no one can hear it. The people above are still crying and burning paper, but the coffin is making a muffled thud a few meters underground.
There has been such an incident before. The old man died and was buried without interment. When the grave was moved a few years later, it was found that the inside of the coffin was full of scratches, and several fingernails were completely embedded in the coffin board. Seeing this scene, the old man's children immediately knelt down and cried loudly. It was they who made their mother go through the most terrifying and desperate process in the world.
