Choose?
Again, He Xianghong had no confidence that he could survive as a criminal soldier. He is a warrior, and is harder to get along with than a criminal soldier who is an ordinary person. When ordinary people join the army, 90% of them will die and 10% of them will survive. But a warrior like him is 90% likely to die. Because he is a warrior, he will be assigned more dangerous tasks when facing the demon clan.
He Xianghong knew this very well, so even if the retreat was to become a slave without dignity, he didn't care. After all, he could survive. Only by surviving can there be other possibilities.
As for the "poison" Zhang Yan took out, although He Xianghong was very worried, he still had no choice. What is "life is worse than death"? These four words cannot be experienced by just listening to them. Even the severe pain during the period when He Xianghong broke his arm can be regarded as worse than death in the eyes of many people, but didn't He Xianghong grit his teeth and bear it?
So there is some resistance, but not too much.
He stretched out his hand and picked up the colorful poison pill from Zhang Yan's palm. When he got closer, he smelled an unpleasant and nauseating odor. He Xianghong frowned instantly.
Zhang Yan looked at He Xianghong expressionlessly and did not urge him.
A villain. This is the person Zhang Yan needs. But to make good use of this kind of evil person, you must give the evil person a good "hardening". It's like a poison-quenched knife. If you want to use it, on the one hand, it depends on whether you are skilled enough to handle the knife. On the other hand, you must prepare an antidote to prevent yourself from being injured by the knife.
"Cartilage" is the back-up Zhang Yan prepared for himself. A villain in the Kaiyuan realm is not enough to satisfy his long-term vision. Even this backhand has its stages. Now he can be the back-up player, but he will have to change it later, depending on Zhang Yan's own ability. At present, "Cartilage" is his best choice.
He Xianghong frowned, held his breath, threw the poison pill into his mouth, and then swallowed it directly.
Poison pills and elixirs originate from the same source. Although their properties are very different, they are also the same in many places. For example, you don't need to digest it after swallowing it, it can quickly penetrate your body by itself.
"ah!"
Less than ten breaths after swallowing the poison pill, He Xianghong fell to the ground and screamed. But the scream was stuck in his neck after only ten breaths. It's not that the pain is gone, but the pain is so much that I can't even scream. I can only open my mouth wide and let out a tremor of "cough, cough, cough" in my throat.
Tears, snot, saliva and even feces and urine all flowed out uncontrollably. He Xianghong's entire body looked distorted beyond human shape. Maybe if he were given a choice now, he would choose to die without hesitation.
In fact, at this point Zhang Yan could give He Xianghong another poison pill to relieve the other party's pain at this time. And He Xianghong's helpless eyes were also filled with such eager longing. But Zhang Yan remained unmoved.
Evil people will be punished by evil people. At this time, Zhang Yan was a villain in front of a villain, and he had to rub the opponent hard no matter what.
After waiting for a full stick of incense, Zhang Yan poured out a poison pill from a small white porcelain bottle, and then flicked it into He Xianghong's open mouth with a flick of his finger.
Just like when He Xianghong took the first poison pill, the effects of the second poison pill appeared quickly in less than ten breaths. The feeling of overwhelming pain also dissipated.
"Huhuhu..."
Only then did He Xianghong seem to be able to breathe heavily. Before, he could only feel the pain that was more terrible than death as if his breath was as thin as a thread when he was about to die.
"This is "cartilage". Maybe you don't understand it now, but when the effect of this poison pill loses its ability to suppress the outbreak again in a month, you will understand that it can turn steel into soft fingers. This is also the origin of its name. .”
As soon as Zhang Yan finished speaking, He Xianghong, who had just taken a few breaths, knelt down again, kowtowed his head again and again, and shouted loudly, "I don't dare! I don't dare!"
Cartilage is specially prepared for hard bones. He Xianghong is not even a hard man, he will only become softer.
"Okay, someone will teach you what to do later. Just do as you are told. Come find me after you get out."
"Slave understands!"
Zhang Yan nodded, at least on the surface He Xianghong was submissive and submissive. From now on, if you knock it from time to time, it should be able to be completely tamed.
Two days later, He Xianghong appeared outside the Zhang family's door wearing a simple short game. He didn't even dare to knock on the door. He just stayed outside and waited for Zhang Yan to come out before running over and kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.
"Okay, follow me. From now on, you will be called Lao He. There is no other name. Do you understand?"
"Yes! From today on, this slave will be called "Lao He" and there is no other name besides this." He Xianghong responded, following Zhang Yan almost step by step.
Neither of them talked about what Zhou Cang had done in the past two days to help He Xianghong fake his death and escape. Zhou Cang himself will explain the details to Zhang Yan. But it's not the time yet.
For those who follow Zhang Yan to suddenly have a slave next to him, this will be somewhat strange. Then naturally I would want to explore this person's origins. But in the end, without exception, everyone chose to pretend not to know. They all recognized the slave named "Lao He" next to Zhang Yan.
"Show your arm and let me see the broken one." Zhang Yan took advantage of the break in giving Zhou Yun a medicinal bath in the Jiangwu Academy to ask Lao He, who was standing in the corner, to show the broken arm.
Without hesitation, He Xianghong had not yet gotten rid of his fear from the "soft bones" feeling before. When he heard Zhang Yan's voice, he immediately reflexively exposed the severed arm in the empty sleeve of his left hand. The broken arm was neatly cut, and it was obvious at first glance that it had been severed with a sharp weapon. It was broken along most of the upper arm, leaving a small section connected to the shoulder.
Zhang Yan looked at it, took out a piece of wood as a board, and with the energy in his hand like a knife or a saw, he chipped the piece of wood into the shape of an arm bit by bit, like cutting lard.
He Xianghong really wanted to ask Zhang Yan what he was doing, but he didn't dare at all.
In fact, Zhang Yan has long been thinking about making a magical weapon that can replace severed limbs. This is called "instrument limb" in the category of weapon refining, and it is not a very advanced thing. After all, the monks who use this thing are the middle and lower classes who cannot afford the "Intermittent Pill". Or some heterogeneous monks who pursue the transformation of physical instruments.
The Intermittent Pill, this thing is too advanced. It is still early for Zhang Yan, who is still a little short of the Peiyuan Pill, to refine it. So settle for the next best thing.
But after all, it is for human use. In many aspects, Zhang Yan cannot work alone like refining other magic weapons. He needs the test subject to give him feedback on the effect, and then continue to adjust.
It is self-evident why Zhang Yan would think about this. We can't let his eldest brother Zhang Shun sit in a wheelchair all the time, right? In the past, I had no ability and could only cope with it temporarily using a wheelchair. Now that the craftsmanship of weapon refining has improved, and the cultivation level has reached the state of Guishen and can be called a "master of cultivation", naturally it can no longer deal with the problem.
