Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

The four of them watched the fire tongue stick out more than a zhang, and they licked it, unable to move forward at all. The firewood house in the backyard of the inn also turned into a fire dragon as the fire spread, and soon became a sea of ​​fire with the direction of the wind's rotation. The roof tiles exploded violently, and the tiles collapsed towards the center of the inn like a shattered earth.

"He's already poisoned, and the fierce fire can't get out at all. Before anyone finds out, let's go quickly." One of them said.

The leader nodded.

"That's fine, destroy the corpse and destroy the trace."

After Xia Chu swept off the roof, he had already brought Bian Ding to the well. The two took off their coats and put them in a bucket to soak. At this time, seeing the four of them leave, he quickly took out his clothes and signaled that Bian Ding would be like him, caged from the top of his head down to his body, and Xia Chu was about to rush into the sea of ​​​​fire with more than half a bucket of water.

Bian Ding grabbed him and said sadly, "Young master, let me go. The fire is too hot. If I can't get out, you should leave quickly, so as not to be found to cause trouble."

Xia Chu grabbed his hand in one hand, and the other hand had to support the wooden barrel above his head, and hurriedly reprimanded: "It's long-winded."

The two kicked open the door and rushed into the inn. It was found that the man in gray had somehow been crushed under the broken limbs, and the scattered corpses were covered with roof beams and tiles, and his whole body was severely burned.

Xia Chu put down the wooden bucket and hurriedly pulled him out and carried him to Bian Ding's body. He poured half of the bucket of water on his robes, and shouted "go". Fu poured the rest of the water on the robe he was wearing, and followed Bian Ding and rushed out.

When the two of them stepped out of the house in a thrilling manner, the inn behind them collapsed in an instant.

The two looked at each other gaspingly, and laughed with the joy of the rest of their lives.

"Master, this person is not breathing." Bian Ding put him down, took a breath, and said regretfully.

Xia Chu came over to check the lower pulse, took out a medicinal pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, pressed the base of his tongue, closed his mouth, and quickly pinched the junction of the lower jaw and throat. The man rolled his Adam's apple, and the medicine was fed.

Bian Ding saw how skilled he was, and couldn't help but ask, "Can you still give medicine like this?"

"Otherwise do you want to feed him with your mouth?"

Xia Chu squatted aside, resting his cheek with his left hand, tilted his head slightly, and looked up at him.

Bian Ding's face turned red, and he pointed at the man in gray, who had been burned like a crow, and asked, "This, can't we save it?"

"One breath is still alive, very weak. He still has the poison in his body for many years. No wonder the four people were sure that he would not be able to get out when the poison erupted." Xia Chu said after checking.

"Then why did the young master feed him medicine?"

"Fortunately, he met me." Xia Chu glanced at him, and then instructed Bian Ding: "Carry him to our horse first, the fire is too big, and people will come soon."

Bian Ding thought that even though he had doubts, could he still be saved? His hands had already been pulled, and he carried him on his back and followed Xia Chu to the horse's side.

Xia Chu twisted some leaf juice mixed with charred charcoal sticks, took out a piece of clothing from the package, tore it into pieces, wrote a prescription on it and handed it to Bian Ding.

"He can't ride a horse like this. You go to Qingcheng to find a carriage, grab these medicines, and go back quickly."

Bian Ding wanted to say something, but looking at Xia Chu's expression, he pursed his lips, took the rag, and flew away in response.

Xia Chu unloaded the dry food bag and water from the horse, leaned against the nearby tree, sat on the ground, and ate.

About half an hour later, people nearby found that the fire was serious, and had gathered in twos and threes to put out the fire.

Xia Chu guarded the unconscious man and wiped him with well water. Let his skin cool down and reduce the residual heat, so as not to continue to hurt the skin. And cooling can also achieve a moderate amount of pain relief, but Xia Chu glanced at him, and he was already unconscious.

He tore the remaining clothes into strips one by one. Until gradually became sleepy. Only when he heard the sound of hooves approaching, Bian Ding finally came back in the carriage.

Xia Chu asked Bian Ding to spread the medicine, and he skillfully mixed and kneaded it together. He took out a small dagger from his boots, swung it twice on the fire, then cut open the man's clothes, and used the tip of the knife to pick up the fabric that was stuck to his skin. Take the torn strip of cloth and apply the medicine you just rubbed to quickly wrap it up.

After finishing, and Bian Ding helped him get on the carriage. There was limited space in the car, and the man couldn't lie down. Xia Chu could only let him sit on the floor and lean against his arms.

"What are you waiting for, go get the car." Xia Chu ordered.

Bian Ding twitched the corners of his mouth and drove off.

By the time we entered Qingcheng, the sky was already bright.

He found an inn to stay, and ordered Xiao Er to take the four treasures of the study and bring it into the room.

Xia Chu picked up a pen and wrote back a letter to Bingwen, and listed some prescriptions and some medical supplies.

Let Bian Ding go to delivery and purchase.

After Bian Ding came back with the medicine box and medicinal materials, Xia Chu let him go down to rest first, and began to give him acupuncture in the room.

Although the man was burnt and looked terrifying, with small blisters all over his body, but luckily it wasn't the most serious kind of leather carbonization. He brought a good jade muscle cream with him. It should be fine after a month.

The most troublesome thing is the poison in his body. Xia Chuguan saw that this man was only twenty-five or six, but the poison had been in his body for at least twenty years. In the past, the antidote to the symptoms but not the root cause should be taken regularly in order to survive until now.

Xia Chu used a Soul Splitting Pill to hang his life last night, and at this time, the needle was used to suppress his poison. Now, he is weak and weak. Still can't figure it out, take it slow.

Washing his hands in the basin, Xia Chu got on another bed and slept with clothes on.

He is really tired today...