Returning From Level 900

Section 105 Piety

It is said that when eating seafood, you must try your best to ensure that the ingredients live to the last moment before they are put into the pot.

That way it will be sweet.

Dying early will be painful.

The longer you die, the stronger the bitterness.

I wonder if the little things in the cave also understand this rule and treat the human body as a precious and delicious seafood.

He, she, they didn't kill Ren RuanRuan immediately.

Wang Wen casually kicked away groups of small things to the slate to confirm that she was only in an extremely deep coma.

All other vital signs were normal.

This made him very shocked by this technique.

As a master of poison making, he deeply knows that poison stun and poison death are often only a thin line.

How to control the extremely subtle distinction between the two requires high attainments.

He himself can poison the little bats in the quadrangle.

But the level of that coma can't be touched too much.

If you touch too much, you will wake up.

If it goes deeper, he won't dare, and it's easy to poison the little bat directly.

Like Ren Ruan Ruan, who was transported from the ground to the cave for such a long distance in one breath, and even was stripped and touched all over his body and was in a deep coma that he never woke up.

He asked himself that he couldn't do it at his current level.

He raised his head and looked at the two martial arts masters in front of the eyeguard who kicked the little things out of the hole one by one as footballs.

Wang Wen nodded reassuringly and sat down beside the slate.

Looking at Ren Ruan Ruan's body to try to find the wound, he soon saw a small purple and black patch on the ankle.

He frowned.

Calculate the distance from the ankle to the heart or even the brain.

There was an incredible feeling inside.

How strong does it have to be so that people can't even cry out for help at such a long distance?

And with such a strong poison, how can you guarantee that you will only be unconscious and not die? ?

The more Wang Wen thought about it, the more he felt chills down his spine and sweat on his forehead.

For the first time, he carefully took out the rubber gloves and put them on, mixed some kind of powder with health water and drank it.

After thinking for a while, he put a strangely shaped leaf between his tongue, and then reached out and touched the wound on Ren Ruan Ran's ankle.

With a fine needle, the outer skin was pricked and stained with blood.

A white cloth was placed on hand, and five kinds of medicinal powders were poured in each, and the needles stained with blood were gently placed on a small amount of powder.

From the point where the powder was released from the blood, it quickly smudged into a purple-black color.

As if there was no resistance.

Seeing this situation, Wang Wen frowned more and more deeply. He used four fine needles dipped in blood to test all the remaining medicinal powder in one breath.

As a result, the audience was purple and black.

The whole army was wiped out.

He looked at Bai Bu and fell into contemplation.

Mo Ran, who kicked the little things in front of him and screamed "squeak~~", looked back and saw this scene. He couldn't take it anymore. He turned around and walked to Ren Ruan Ruan, took out a bottle of health water and took a big sip, then "Puff puff puff" all sprayed on her face.

This action.

Not only was Wang Wen stunned.

Even the little things running around in the cave to avoid being kicked were stunned.

They stared blankly at the little water vapor that was still floating around Ren Ruanuan's head, and their small eyes did not blink.

The "squeak" sound inside and outside the cave suddenly disappeared.

Zhu Xingguo turned around in confusion.

I saw Wang Wen helplessly protecting the powder and said to Mo Ran: "The poisoning is too deep, you are useless like this."

"As long as you can recover a little bit of sanity and report to the tower!" Mo Ran was not reconciled, he actually summoned a dripping aircraft, took out a large box of healthy water, picked up two bottles, opened it and aimed it at Ren Ruan's face. fall.

Wang Wen helped his forehead helplessly and said with emotion, "Why do you prepare so much?"

Mo Ran hummed on the side: "Can't you be nicer to yourself after earning so much money? I'll use this as drinking water. There are still nine boxes in the storage, would you like to sell it to you for 10,000 bottles at a cheaper price?"

"I thank you, 10,000 bottles are really cheap. Fortunately, I have them myself."

Talking room.

The water that fell from the heights was like a crystal clear waterfall, rushing on Ren's soft face, dissipating the charcoal ashes and revealing the white skin.

After the two bottles were poured out, there was no response.

Wang Wen took out clean clothes from her backpack and put it on her. She wiped her nose and mouth with a clean cloth, and complained, "Be careful not to choke to death."

"Do you have any common sense!" Mo Ran became angry, and just wanted to find an aircraft and use high-end props to forcibly wake people up.

But he heard a heart-piercing "squeak" from the entrance of the cave.

That long "squeak" sounded for nearly ten seconds.

Hoarse and continuous.

Like a cuckoo singing blood, and like a solitary bird chirping.

Even the language barrier did not prevent the few tower climbers in the cave from hearing the sadness and desolation that could not be concealed from their voices.

The three of Wang Wen saw it in astonishment.

The little things that were running around in the cave.

After this long "squeak", they all fell down.

The movements are neat.

direction is the same.

The little heads kept knocking against the slate.

To be precise, it was knocking at Mo Ran who was holding two empty bottles in his hand.

Looking out of the cave again, all the strange shapes that came to fight were also crawling on the ground.

Dense, tidy.

Even those little things that were kicked flying and rolled back and forth in pain after landing seemed to have forgotten the pain, trying to get up and lying down in the same direction, spitting blood and kowtow.

Looking around, such a standard of piety that is almost at the same frequency can actually raise a sense of adoration-like sacredness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhu Xingguo stopped.

His tower was not high enough, and he couldn't bear to continue attacking the enemy who was kowtowing constantly on the ground.

Moran's tower is high enough.

But he is now the target of many "firepower" siege.

That kind of real devotion is like thick glue that sticks his body tightly, making it difficult to move.

The only sober Wang Wen stood up.

Go to the entrance of the cave.

He saw in the creeping group of monsters, an old man who was also small, surrounded by a group of relatively strong, almost basketball-sized little things, slowly parted the black "tide", and walked to him. before.

The little old man held a wooden staff as long as a toothpick in his hand, and pointed at the hole and chatted for a long time.

The almighty tower climber is proficient in many languages.

Wang Wen listened carefully for a long time, then took out a bottle of healthy water and said a few words to the little old thing.

The little old thing made another long "squeak" for several seconds.

The surrounding bodies that were crawling on the ground turned their heads and began to kowtow in Wang Wen's direction.

Mo Ran asked Zhu Xingguo to be optimistic about Ren Ruanruan. He walked to Wang Wen's side by himself, looked at his smooth communication with the other side, widened his eyes and asked, "Do you understand this kind of ghost pronunciation?"

Wang Wen looked back at him and smiled disdainfully, "I don't understand."

Mo Ran covered his heart and wanted to swear.

After holding back for a while, he slapped himself forcefully, his emotions stabilized, and he continued to ask, "Then what are you doing now? What did these monsters say?"

Wang Wen looked back at him again.

Raised the health water in his hand and shook it.

He smiled and said, "I don't know."

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