Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Next, everyone rushed on the road, while there was a conversation without a ride, and there was no serious topic.

Along the foothills of the mountains, I walked a few miles and met Wang Ting. I came across from the opposite side with a group of policemen. They stood together and talked. Wang Ting told them that he was helping these policemen. Leading the way, take them to receive and **** those blood wizards out, because the car does not enter the mountain, can only walk.

"You are going back and forth, not tired?" asked the pony, panting.

"Not tired, I haven't worked hard before killing the corpse. What is the way to go, it's not far ahead, it's three or five miles."

“Thank you for your compliment.” Xie Yuqing touched her face intimately. “Go back to the sister to apply for a ‘good citizen’ award.”

Ye Shaoyang rolled his eyes and said: "If you have a spiritual reward, don't take it out, no one cares."

Wang Ting immediately smiled: "No, I feel very good."

After a while, the two sides said goodbye and went in the opposite direction.

Ye Shaoyang and others turned a mountain, and there was a relatively large mountain flat in front. Several police vans were parked, and some police officers stayed here. Xie Yuqing asked for a van to let Ye Shaoyang and others go up and drive them to the mountain.

The van bumped all the way from the mountain field. Ye Shaoyang felt that his internal organs were breaking down, but the car was better than walking. He had to hold his teeth and felt it had been a long time. The car finally got out of the mountain and went to the provincial road. It took another twenty minutes to drive into a small town and parked outside the door of a small hotel.

Although the hotel was small and pitiful, but once again saw the buildings and lights, Ye Shaoyang's heart floated a kind of feeling that finally returned to the world.

After entering the room, Ye Shaoyang immediately took a shower, put on a clean pajamas, and didn't want to go to bed after going to bed.

I slept until dawn and heard the sound of knocking on the door. When I opened the door and looked at it, it was a pony. I came in early with a big bag and said, "The hotel has no breakfast. I went out and bought it."

Ye Shaoyang asked him to enter the house. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, the two sat on the bed to have breakfast. The pony sent a text message to the friends while they were eating, so that they could wake up and come here for breakfast.

The taste of the pancakes in the town is not bad, the spicy soup is also good, Ye Shaoyang bought more breakfast, one person ate two.

When they talked and talked about Xiaohui, Ye Shaoyang suddenly thought of one thing and immediately asked the little horse: "When I was dealing with the corpse king yesterday, Xiaohui used ice silk. At that time, she told me not to look back. I don't know why. You were opposite me at the time, did you see any special circumstances?"

"No, I don't know." The pony stuffed a meat buns into his mouth and said casually, but the eyes were flashing a strange glow.

Ye Shaoyang seriously recalled some of Xiao Wei’s recent behaviors. She felt that there was a kind of weirdness that couldn’t be said. She was curious. Xiaohui opened the door and came in. Today she wore a very loose shirt and skirt. The whole person looked very lazy. And quiet, but his face seems to be a little whiter than before, Ye Shaoyang suspected that she was not hurt, and did not ask.

"The first thing, Yue Heng is gone."

Ye Shaoyang was shocked. "When did this happen?"

"Half an hour ago, he went to my room and knocked at the door. He said that he suddenly thought of a place, maybe he could help him find the lost memory, so he left."

Ye Shaoyang said: "What else?"

"He said that you saved his life. He remembers that no matter if he can find his memory, he will go to you."

Ye Shaoyang put a little heart down, Yue Heng can say so, indicating that his heart has good thoughts, and should not do anything bad.

Xiaohui continued: "I don't know where you live, so I gave him the address and phone number of Xiaoru. When he finds Xiaoru, he will find you."

Ye Shaoyang nodded slowly, and praised Xiaohui's carefulness. The guy had no memory. He didn't know if he would call, and he left the address right. Suddenly he thought, he didn't know that he had money and no money. He is so desperate, go out and not starve to death?

"The second thing, Shaoyang brother, your antidote." Yan Xiaohui spread the white palm in front of Ye Shaoyang, his palms wide open eyes, is a glass ball-sized medicinal herb, vermilion, very outer layer Smooth, sparkling with a rich light.

"This is... refining with the blood of Jin Shuai?"

Xiaohui nodded. "Use his heart and blood, with some herbs to refine it. Shaoyang brother, you can eat it quickly, and then use your Zhoushan vomiting method to turn the effect on, according to the sequence of the classics. Going around, forcing out the poison, and then pressing into the heart, the **** spirit will come out by yourself."

Ye Shaoyang holds the pill made from the blood of the human heart, and it is still the blood of the golden pock, it is a bit difficult to swallow, but in order to survive, I have to endure a forbearance, and now climbed into the bed, posing in a posture of letting, Zhang Open your mouth and swallow the pill.

The pill entered the stomach and immediately felt a burning heat. Ye Shaoyang did not dare to neglect, hurriedly operated hernia, opened the pill, and introduced the drug to Renmai.

In time, I feel that there is a breath in my meridians that does not belong to me. I took the initiative to flow to the drug. I guess this must be the so-called human blood poisoning. Eighty percent is a special perception of Jin Shuai’s blood, so there is no need to drive away. Attach yourself.

Soon, the poison in the vein was cleared, and then Ye Shaoyang guided the drug and entered the Du...

I don't know how long it has been. In Ye Shaoyang's consciousness, there is no concept of time. The energy is completely focused on guiding the drug. Finally, the Qijing Eight Pulses are gone. Finally, the medicine is guided into the heart and suddenly feels The resistance of a living thing is a spirit? Ye Shaoyang’s heart moved, immediately surrounded it with medicine, and dissolved the poison in his body...

An impulse to vomit, getting stronger and stronger in the body, finally couldn't help but open his mouth, wowed out, and the scorpion crawled out of the mouth, together with the blood of the pill, was spit Go out,

Xiaohui was prepared, and her hands were stretched with a red silk cloth. When she fell on it, she quickly folded the red silk diagonally, sealed it with a red thread, and threw it into Fang Ding.

On the red silk cloth, the butterfly totem of the witch doctor is embroidered. It is a kind of seal. Although the spirit is flowing everywhere, it always comes out.

The pony watched the cloth bag constantly bulging, and curiously said: "Can you open it and see what this Lingling looks like?"

Xiaohui Hui gave him a look. "If it is in your body, I don't have the blood of Jin Shuai to save you." After finishing the cover, put a piece of gauze on it, hold it with the left hand, and keep the right hand from one. The powder is picked up in the small dish and passed through the pores of the gauze and poured into the square.