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Wenshui said, and found that Zhuo Shu still didn't light it for him.

"Bring the lighter." Wenshui said. Zhuo Hao watched Gu Chuyan leave. He remained silent and silently lit a cigarette for Wenshui. He turned around and leaned against the rock, staring at the dark environment and touching He kept his head silent.

Wenshui smoked a cigarette and flicked the ashes. His handsome handsome face tightened and he said, "Don't look at me like this. Everyone here has no choice but to do what they want."

"Second the entrance, Han can still come out alive, otherwise he will be blocked and there will be no way to save him," Wenshui said.

Everyone understands the truth, it’s just a matter of whether they want to believe it or not.

Zhuo Shu leaned there, folded his long legs, reached out and picked off a leaf, held it in his mouth, and said, "Are you sure the young master of the Lian family is still alive?"

"After so many years, if he is really alive, why doesn't he go back? It's really frustrating to stay in a place like this for 20 years." Zhuo Shu said in a deep voice. He had never been able to figure this out.

Wenshui listened, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and said, "What if like Feng Wu, his hands and feet are amputated?"

"Do you think that if the young master of the Lian family is still alive and marries a nun, will Feng Jin destroy him?" Wenshui was bored and started gossiping about life.

Zhuo Shu listened and sneered, looked at Wenshui with evil intentions and said, "If I go back and tell Feng Tianjing that you have a nun here, will she believe it?"

"Ahem." Wenshui was stumped by this question and choked heavily on his cigarette. He looked at Zhuo Shu and said, "Don't harm me."

While the two were chatting idlely, Han Changqing came back. His clothes were not stained with a drop of blood, but his hands were stained with some blood. He walked to the river to wash his hands, and walked over and said: "Everyone has been dealt with, and a few have escaped." ”

"Run away?" Wenshui asked solemnly.

Han Changqing wiped his hands, looked at them, and said, "These people are good at using poison. Fortunately, I asked the water to prepare the medicine for me, otherwise I would definitely be the same."

"Don't move." As Wenshui listened, he saw some red spots on Han Changqing's neck. He stepped forward to take a closer look, but Han Changqing pushed him away. Wenshui grabbed his arm with his backhand, lit it with a lighter, and the flames shot up. .

He clearly saw the red spots on Han Changqing's neck. Zhuo Shu also took a look and said, "Is it an allergy?"

"No." Wenshui said, taking something and spraying it on Han Changqing's neck a few times, but the red spots kept spreading, as if they couldn't go away, and instead seemed to be getting more and more.

Han Changqing felt itchy and stretched out his hand to scratch, but Wenshui held him down and said, "You are poisoned."

"Poisoned? Me?" Han Changqing was stunned for a few seconds and realized something was wrong. This kind of itching was different from being bitten by a mosquito.

He didn't dare to catch it, but just looked at the water and said, "Will you die?"

Wenshui's face was solemn and he said nothing. Instead, he looked at Zhuo Shu and let go of Han Changqing.

"How long can you survive after being poisoned?" Han Changqing was silent for a while, as if he had been exposed to the silence given by Qianshui, as if he had acquiesced in this matter.

Wenshui put away the lighter and said, "Young Master, I'll take a look again."

After checking it, his fingertips were trembling, but he suppressed his fear and said, "It's okay."

Although he said this, Wenshui vaguely remembered that his grandfather once mentioned to him that decades ago, someone had been poisoned by the witch clan. The poison was very strong at that time, and red spots first appeared, and then the red spots continued to spread.

In the end, the red spots spread all over the body, until every inch of skin slowly rotted, the internal organs were corroded, and he died painfully.

PS: Recommend the author's completed old article: "Billions of Honey Weddings: The Mysterious Young Master Mo's Lovely Wife" Welcome to the pit.