"What's wrong?" Mo Jinming looked at him worriedly.
Fu Beixian looked strange.
After a while, he hesitated and said, "It's hot."
"What's hot?"
Fu Beixian turned to look at Mo Jinming, almost doubting his life, "His lips are hot!"
"What?"
When he finished speaking, everyone was shocked.
Su Ruotang blinked, a little incredulous, "Isn't he dead?"
Mo Jinming's face was solemn, and he slowly stretched out his hand to detect the breath of Wu's ancestor.
Then, the thin fingertips fell on his wrist.
After a moment, he shook his head, "He is indeed dead, but his skin is warm and soft."
hiss--
Su Ruotang took a breath of air and felt a little frightened.
She is not afraid of poisons, but is afraid of ghosts and zombies.
She took a few steps back, away from the coffin, grabbed Tan Zhixi's hand, hid behind her, shrank her head and said weakly, "You won't turn into a zongzi, will you?"
In her previous life, she boldly watched Lin Zhengying's movies.
The corpses that turned into zombies inside were all incorruptible.
"Zongzi? What is that?" Gu Shuya looked at her doubtfully.
Su Ruotang pursed her lips: "It's just that the corpse suddenly came to life."
"Suddenly alive?" Gu Shuya's expression changed, she grabbed Tan Zhixi's other hand and shrank behind her.
Tan Zhixi looked at the two heads protruding from her side, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
Mo Jinming pinched his eyebrows: "Brother and sister, you should be talking about the corpse transformation, right?"
"I have read in storybooks that under certain conditions, corpses will turn into unconscious monsters, somewhat similar to..."
Having said this, he paused and said, "A bit like a medicine puppet?"
Su Ruotang swallowed hard and nodded, "But Zongzi can't see the sun, and it has infinite power."
Mo Jinming took a closer look at the corpse of Wu's ancestor, then looked at Fu Beixian, "I didn't want to fight with... and Zongzi for a while, so I quickly took my things and left."
Fu Beixian glanced at the sleeping body, curled up his neck and grimaced, "Second brother, I'm afraid he will bite me."
Mo Jinming stretched out his hand, wiped his fingertips on his sleeve, took a step back, raised his chin, and faintly uttered one word, "Up."
That gesture, that tone, clearly evokes some kind of animal that loves to chew bones.
Seeing that Fu Beixian didn't move, Mo Jinming adopted a gentle tactic, "If you think about it this way, you are just picking pills from the corpse's mouth, while the third brother has to take the pills from the dead man's mouth."
"If you think about it this way, isn't it more balanced?"
Fu Beixian: "..."
Thanks.
Wasn't comforted.
Su Ruotang: "..."
The beauty's tears have not faded even after being held by ancestor Wu for hundreds of years. Should they be washed with disinfectant, right?
Su Ruotang's scalp went numb when he thought that Mo Rongyan had taken the medicine from the corpse's mouth.
It's over, she can no longer accept kissing Mo Ronyan.
"Hurry up, a grown man doesn't want you to kiss him slowly." Mo Jinming raised his eyebrows and urged.
Fu Beixian held his face and stretched out his hand in fear.
He pinched the corpse's lower jaw and inserted his fingertips into the corpse's mouth, all in one movement.
"Hey, are the pills soft?" Fu Beixian felt the warm and soft touch under his fingertips and was surprised.
Su Ruotang stuck out his head: "Soft? Are you sure you touched it correctly?"
Fu Beixian moved his fingers in the corpse's mouth and nodded, "That's right."
As soon as he finished speaking, he used force to pull out what he touched.
Everyone stared with wide eyes.
The next moment, they all froze when they saw clearly what was in Fu Beixian's hand.
Fu Beixian got excited, shook his hand, and threw the object in his hand towards Mo Jinming.
At the same time, he let out a heartbreaking roar, "Second brother! Help! I pulled out his tongue!"
Mo Jinming raised his hand to catch the red object thrown by Fu Beixian, Wenrun frowned tightly.
The thing in his hand was blood red and about the size of a palm.
The tentacles are soft and crystal clear.
There are even purple veins emerging on the surface.
It's like a baby who was born prematurely and whose skin has not yet fully developed.
"What is this?" Gu Shuya looked at the thing in Mo Jinming's hand with numb scalp.
Tan Zhixi rubbed her arms: "It's such a weird thing, I feel chills in my heart just looking at it."
Su Ruotang opened her mouth, and after a while she managed to find her voice, "Isn't this the beauty without tears?"
Are you sure it's not a baby dug out of a pregnant woman's belly?
Mo Jinming slowly shook his head: "This should be the blood ginseng that appeared hundreds of years ago."
He couldn't tell whether he looked surprised or disappointed.
"Blood ginseng?" Gu Shuya murmured, then looked at the strange and terrifying thing in Mo Jinming's hand with a shocked expression:
"What about the blood ginseng that can resurrect people, make flesh and bones, and cure all kinds of poison?"
Mo Jinming let out a long sigh: "If I guessed correctly, that should be it."
"It has been recorded in ancient books that the growth conditions of blood ginseng are extremely harsh and require a cool place all year round."
"Secondly, it needs to be nourished by the human body, absorbing the human body's yin energy, and nourished by thousands of top-quality medicinal materials and poisons before it can grow."
After Mo Jinming finished speaking, there was silence in the tomb.
Everyone's breathing gradually became heavier, and they all looked at the coffin.
After a while, Fu Beixian spoke with difficulty, "Second brother, you mean...under this coffin is connected to the Ten Thousand Poison Pit just now?"
Mo Jinming nodded: "Most likely."
Fu Beixian looked at Gu Shuya in horror: "Then what will be the consequences if we take the blood ginseng out of the corpse?"
Mo Jin didn't answer, but stepped forward.
Just taking a look inside the coffin, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Then, he reached out and grabbed the body's closed hand.
He quickly took out the egg-sized rosewood box and shouted coldly at the same time: "Pick up Third Brother on your back and let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Beixian quickly grabbed Mo Ronyan and carried him on his back.
Su Ruotang and others also rushed towards the stone wall where Su Muyao left.
Almost at the same time, the coffin suddenly burst open.
Fu Beixian turned his head and glanced, his pupils almost shrinking into vertical pupils.
