Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

"Wake up."

After drinking the potion, Guan Yun, who had been mad just now, finally calmed down.

Lin Ran finally got a moment of respite.

He leaned against the wall and said to Wan Zhen, "As long as you drink these medicines, you'll be fine."

"What kind of medicine is this?" Wan Zhen was still a little unsure. There was someone in their previous team who knew medical skills. Even he couldn't break the poison. The young man in front of him actually had the antidote?

This kind of medicine is probably not available in hospitals.

Lin Ran waved his hand and said, "Do you have any other choices now?"

He pointed to the bag next to him.

"Okay." Wan Zhen thought to himself, now he can only be a living doctor, saving as many as he can.

He grabbed his backpack and rushed into the crowd, knocked a man to the ground, and then poured water on him.

Lin Ran looked at Wan Zhen's extraordinary skills. It was rare to find someone stronger than Guan Yun. Moreover, looking at his strength and routines, he did have the demeanor of a martial artist.

How could such a person follow the local masters everywhere to rob tombs?

Lin Ran let out a long sigh, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

It's not that they haven't planted bluebell poison before, but at that time they just had hallucinations, as if they had a dream from which they couldn't wake up.

qYes

They could wake up from their dreams just by causing severe pain to their bodies.

But now, the effect of this medicine seems to be stronger.

Not only does it cause people to fall into horrific hallucinations, but it also causes people to become greedy and kill each other.

If they had this kind of technology in the late Jin Dynasty, could they still be crushed by the Mongolian cavalry?

In this era, there are too many unexplained mysteries.

Lin Ran finally felt the cold now. After drinking the potion, his body gradually returned to normal.

It's exactly what Guan Yun said here, it's extremely cold.

It's probably because the body just can't bear it. Just like when you encounter hallucinations under a high fever, it's difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, because the brain is almost on the verge of collapse.

Lin Ran wrapped his clothes tighter, and then looked at Guan Yun, who was lying next to him.

He gradually woke up and opened his eyes.

"Hmm." When he wanted to get up, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking at Lin Ran next to him, he asked doubtfully: "What's wrong with this? Is it an explosion?"

He obviously has no memory of what happened just now.

Lin Ran smiled bitterly: "That's right."

"I asked why my body hurts so much." Guan Yun got up, stretched his muscles and touched his chest, "Why does it feel like someone kicked you?"

Lin Ran smiled and said nothing. Only then did he notice that Wan Zhen was kicking everyone else to the ground one after another in the formation.

He was suddenly startled: "Is this kid hallucinating?"

...

Lin Ran looked at the coffin in the formation. In fact, it didn't move at all. It just lay there quietly.

The vibration he saw just now was probably an illusion that appeared in his mind.

Everyone thought the coffin would move, so they had the same hallucination.

What a terrible formation.

He actually hid the poison in the coffin. When the formation was broken, the coffin broke open, and all the poison evaporated and invaded the human body.

Although the formation was in chaos, even though most of them were just local masters and had not learned any martial arts, they held various weapons in their hands, and Wan Zhen did not dare to approach them easily.

In the end, the entire tomb was filled with blood, and Wan Zhen was able to save only six people.

Among them was Lu Yang, who had the best luck, hiding behind the coffin and just yelling.

And he didn't have much physical strength, so he was easily held down by Wan Zhen and drugged into him.

None of the native masters were actually killed by poison. Most of them had bruises all over their bodies and were hacked to death by themselves.

After being given the drug, everyone fell into a coma.

Wan Zhen returned to Lin Ran and threw the bag to him.

"As you wish, none of us will pose a threat to you now." There was a hint of helplessness and some anger in his words.

There was no doubt that he thought all this was Lin Ran's plan and deliberately tricked them into opening a trap.

But there was no evidence, otherwise Wan Zhen would not have saved him.

Lin Ran quickly explained: "No."

If he really wanted to use a trap to harm them, he would have drank the antidote in advance. How could he put himself in danger?

Recalling what happened just now when Guan Yun chased him with a knife, Wan Zhen reluctantly accepted this idea.

Is this formation really a trap set by the Feng Shui master of the Song Dynasty thousands of years ago?What a terrible Feng Shui master.

People gradually woke up.

They looked around blankly, not knowing what was happening.

Wan Zhen came to Lu Yang and explained what just happened.

Lu Yang's eyes widened, obviously unable to accept it.

But after knowing the truth, he still came to Lin Ran and bowed gently: "Thank you, Mr. Lin, for saving your life."

"It's his fault that I couldn't save you." Lin Ran had no strength left. Seeing this murder, he felt very tired inside.

In front of the legendary tomb, he was as fragile as a baby, unable to fight back.

When Tufuzi woke up, he looked at his hands expressionlessly, unable to accept the fact that he had just killed his companion with his own hands.

Even Guan Yun had an expression of disbelief when he knew that he had done something to Lin Ran.

They gathered around Lin Ran and listened to his explanation.

"What exactly is this bluebell poison?" Lu Yang frowned.

If Lin Ran hadn't come up with the antidote, he would definitely not believe Lin Ran's words.

But with the facts in front of him, he believed that Lin Ran had really encountered this kind of ancient tomb.

"Wan Zhen, why were you not affected by the poison?" Lin Ran remembered a key thing.

Wan Zhen sighed: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I have practiced the Turtle Breath Technique. I can hold my breath for about 10 minutes."

"It's really amazing that China still has this kind of ancient martial arts." Lin Ran said with admiration.

Wan Zhen didn't show any happy expression, but asked: "What to do next?"

Now the formation has been broken and the main coffin has been found.

Whether or not to open the coffin has become a difficult problem.

Lu Yang did not dare to make a decision without authorization. They all fell silent, waiting for Lin Ran's reply.

Lin Ran decided to check the situation first.

Everyone present has taken the antidote and will no longer have to worry about the bluebell poison for a short time.

At this time, Lin Ran noticed that the lid of the gilt-copper coffin had been pushed open by someone during the melee.

Moreover, there is still a trace of black gas pouring out.

"Not good." Although Lin Ran didn't know what black gas was, it was definitely not a good thing in the tomb.

The coffin lid shook slightly again. This time, it was not an illusion!