Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Zhao Xuan left the laboratory before because there was progress in the experimental results. This time when he entered the laboratory again, he asked others to boil two bowls of the prescription he wrote.

With the help of these Chinese medicines and his own silver needles, Zimao's condition seemed to be getting better under Zhao Xuan's research.

Although Zhao Xuan had read quite a few books on traditional Chinese medicine, he actually hated the feeling of being locked up and working hard the most.

Maybe it was because he had stayed in Beiming Tower for thousands of years, so he was particularly resistant to the feeling of being locked up and instinctively hated it.

His mission to guard the Beiming Tower was a punishment from heaven, but the Beiming Tower was in the underworld, and Zhao Xuan could hear miserable cries coming from outside the window every day.

Some of those voices were voices of reluctance, some were because there were people in the world that they were worried about, and some died unjustly and wanted justice.

Zhao Xuan would still be affected by staying in such an environment even if he had never really come into contact with those crazy evil spirits.

If it weren't for the large collection of books in Beiming Tower to help him pass the time, Zhao Xuan might have gone crazy after a thousand years.

The research in the laboratory was dull and tedious, very similar to the days when he was locked up in Beiming Tower with only his collection of books to keep him company.

Zhao Xuan went back and gave the boiled medicine to Zimao and the unconscious zombie respectively.

Zimao was able to express what he meant and told Zhao Xuan intermittently how he felt after drinking the medicine, while the other ordinary zombie was unable to express what he meant clearly.

Zhao Xuan clearly saw that the ordinary zombies who had taken the drug were struggling constantly. The black and red lines on their bodies began to turn bright red. Not only that, their bodies were twisting constantly.

I don’t know whether it was the effect of the medicine or the fact that it made him feel uncomfortable that caused him to struggle continuously.

"How do you feel?" Zhao Xuan stared at the ordinary zombie who was tied to the bed, unable to move and unable to struggle free from the ropes for a while, then turned to look at the purple-haired man on the other bed.

Zimao felt it carefully, and then asked Zhao Xuan sincerely, "You don't feel anything. What kind do you mean?"

Zhao Xuan pointed at the struggling zombie over there and said, "He looks miserable."

Zimao thought for a moment and said, "That medicine is a bit bitter."

Zhao Xuan decisively asked someone to bring two more bowls of the same medicine and asked Zimao to continue drinking it.

Zimao looked horrified, "No way, I just said the medicine was bitter, you don't have to take revenge on me so deliberately, right?"

After Zhao Xuan's silver needle acupuncture stimulated the acupoints connecting the tongue and the vocal cords in the throat, Zimao's language function has been restored.

There will no longer be a situation like before where you talk for a long time but still have a big tongue twister and sound unclear.

"..."

Zhao Xuan was speechless, too lazy to explain to him, so he brought a bowl over and pushed it directly to his mouth, "Drink."

Faced with Zhao Xuan's threatening eyes, Zimao took the medicine with an expression of anger but not courage, and drank it while enduring the bitter taste.

"How about it?"

"I feel hot. I wonder if the medicine is too hot."

Zhao Xuan saw that he was talking worthless nonsense, so he handed him another bowl and said, "Continue."

Zimao didn't dare to refuse and took it with an aggrieved expression on his face. Before he could finish drinking it, he burped loudly after drinking only one-third of it.

The burp was very loud, and especially after it happened, Zimao felt the smell of the medicine rushing up at him, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Zhao Xuan pointed his chin at the medicine bowl, as if silently urging Zimao that he had not finished taking the medicine yet and could not stop.

Purple hair, "......"???

If this continues, he will really die.

It's so bloated!

Zimao, who had barely finished drinking, lay down and felt his stomach bloating.

This time, Zhao Xuan didn't need to ask him, he scratched the red lines on his arms and neck.

These lines look quite scary at first glance, especially in a closed space with only the light from a few candles, which makes the light dim and weak.

The candlelight, sometimes flickering and sometimes steady, shone on the lines, making them look inexplicably terrifying.

Zimao scratched the lines on his neck, scratching and scratching.

"It's a little hot, especially the red lines on my neck and hands."

Zhao Xuan moved closer and pressed the lines with his fingertips.

As a result, before Zimao could figure out where the hot feeling came from, his eyes suddenly turned back to white, as if he was stimulated.

Zimao, whose pupils turned back into white, did everything based on his zombie instincts, and the first thing he did was to attack Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan dodged by bending down and turning sideways with quick and agile movements. The purple-haired man pounced on him, trying to knock him to the ground, opening his mouth as if he was going to bite him.

Seeing that he had lost consciousness and that the purple-haired man was trying to attack him with his mental power, Zhao Xuan realized how out of control he was now.

He showed no mercy and attacked back, using the mental attack to force the purple-haired man to shift his position.

The next moment, Zhao Xuan mercilessly kicked sideways at Zimao's right cheek. He exerted force, bent his right leg, and pushed hard with his knee.

With such force, he directly knocked Zimao away and threw him out.

It flew two or three meters away until it hit the wall and rolled over before stopping.

But these were nothing to Zimao. As a zombie, he had lost all five senses and felt no pain.

He didn't feel any pain, so even if he was thrown away and hit the wall, it would not stop him from continuing to attack Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan jumped up, using the stool as leverage to fly onto Zimao's shoulders, pressing his knees against his shoulders. With his enormous strength, he pushed Zimao to his knees on the ground.

Zhao Xuan noticed that Zimao was using his mental power to awaken several other zombies, intending to get them to join the battle, so he decisively turned around and spoke to the other two old Chinese doctors.

"You guys go out first."

The two old Chinese doctors were completely ordinary people. They were neither supernatural beings nor had the physical strength of young people. In front of the zombies, they couldn't even withstand a slap.

So as soon as Zhao Xuan said this, the two of them ran out decisively.

As soon as they ran out, their panicked state attracted other people's attention.

The first one to run over was Wei Yuqing, "What's wrong?"

He seldom talks to others, so if he suddenly asked a question, other people would definitely be flattered.

But at the critical moment of life and death, the two old Chinese doctors did not have time to see clearly who was asking them the question, and they answered instinctively.

"There are zombies attacking inside, Zhao Xuan asked us to escape first!"

"Run! That zombie is about to come out!"

After hearing this, Wei Yuqing rushed in without saying a word.

The situation inside was not as terrible as the two old Chinese doctors who escaped described.

Seeing how scared the old Chinese doctors were, Wei Yuqing thought that a few zombies had rioted and injured Zhao Xuan.

However, when he went in, Zhao Xuan had already successfully subdued the purple-haired man and tied him to the single bed with several hemp ropes, with very skillful movements.

Not only that, he can also divide his attention and do two things at once, freeing up his feet to kick other ordinary zombies that want to get close.

Wei Yuqing, whose fingertips were still flashing blue light, said, "..." It seems that Zhao Xuan doesn't need help.