One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 152
After a while, Yan Qingzhi finally couldn't control her curiosity, and got closer to Su He, stretched her head over Su He who was squatting on the ground, and asked Su He in a low voice while looking at the corpse by the firelight.

"Uncle, did you find anything?"

Uncle Su was concentrating on escaping, but he didn't realize that he was surrounded by people. Yan Qingzhi suddenly spoke, and he shuddered on the spot. He shook his hands and stood up.

Yan Qingzhi hurriedly retracted his head to make room for him, quietly waiting for his answer, but after waiting for a while, Su He, who had calmed down, spoke lightly.

"Nothing special to find."

Yan Qingzhi was a little dejected. Su He obviously had something to hide from a few people. She pursed her lips unnaturally and wanted to ask, but she didn't dare.

After hesitating for two breaths, he finally gave up, changed direction, and asked about something else.

"Then what is this? I can see that he can stand there by himself, as if he can still move! He looks like a person, but he has no human touch, and his whole body is still rigid! Why is it so strange?"

Yan Qingzhu and Jun Tongyue heard what she said, and they also got closer to the firelight curiously, wanting to take a good look at it, what kind of thing would it be if it was so heavy, it seemed like a person, and there was no human touch.

Su He sighed, frowned and thought for a moment, and then informed a few people of the specific situation.

"This is a corpse puppet. It is one of the top secret techniques of the Corpse Control Sect. At the beginning, it was made by refining a newly dead corpse with a secret medicine. The refined corpse puppet has skin like steel and iron. , the joints are sensitive, the movements are light, and the blood is poisonous..."

Su He's voice was calm and terrifying, but Yan Qingzhi was keenly aware of too many emotions.

She looked up at Su He's expression by the firelight, and seeing that neither Yan Qingzhu nor Jun Tongyue planned to speak, she had to test it out carefully.

"Then this thing... If it was refined in batches, it would be too terrifying..."

Su He's expression was cold and hard, and there was no change.

"The horror is more than batch refining! The upper limit of corpse puppets is determined by the strength of the corpse. The stronger the martial artist during his lifetime, the more powerful the corpse puppets that are refined after death."

"But how can there be so many warriors in this world who will die naturally in their due years!?"

Yan Qingzhi's eyes were round and shocked.

"It's not about the newly dead..."

Having said this, she couldn't help but stop and said, there are so many corpses that just happened to die in this world. It is more convenient to make them directly instead of waiting for those people to die.

Yan Qingzhi's back was cold, and she couldn't understand those who made corpse puppets. No matter how powerful the corpse puppet was, it was only a limited tool for improving personal abilities.

Is it really worth sacrificing a young life for such a thing? !

And what shocked her was obviously more than that.

Because Su He didn't stop talking, he continued talking quietly.

"Not all corpses can make corpse puppets, like those corpses that were tragically killed and covered in wounds, they can't be used, so later, in order to get higher-quality corpse puppets, these people figured out a kind of unethical, cruel The ultimate way to kill."

"The people of the corpse control sect call it degree."

"They will use abduction or deception to trick their targets, and when the time is right, they will poison those people with a colorless and odorless cigarette poison, which will not kill people on the spot, but slow down their thinking. The hands and feet are numb, wait until the poison penetrates the texture, and then puncture the acupoints with silver needles to close the person's five senses, and when the person can't resist, throw it into the bucket of secret medicine that has been prepared..."

Su He's voice was as cold as the crescent moon in the sky at the moment, as if this could re-freeze the memory that he didn't want to mention for many years.

His eyes looked through the corpse puppets on the ground, as if he saw scenes from 20 years ago...

"Because they can't struggle and can't control themselves, people who fall into the barrel, want to resist but can't, will suck a lot of medicinal liquid into the lungs and stomach..."

Time reset, and he seemed to see a young man full of chivalry being pressed into the dark green secret medicine. That man was different from others. In such a harsh situation, he still stretched out his hand to hold him down. People dragged into the bucket together.

"But one choking measure is not enough."

The man who was pressed into the bucket was wearing a soaked shirt, stiff hands and feet and wanted to climb out, but was pressed by another person on his shoulders, but when he turned around, just relying on experience, he put the hands on his shoulders He threw it off directly, then got up angrily and jumped out of the medicine barrel.

There are many people and many hands around him, but there is no fear in his eyes, as if he is saying to these people: Even if he is doomed to die today, he will never be able to do this in such a humiliating way.

Su He's words didn't stop, but the emotions in them made him a little hard to restrain. He hasn't said these words to anyone for nearly 20 years!

"They will pick up the person who is on the brink of death from the secret medicine bucket, press out the medicine that the person cannot absorb, and then throw him back into the bucket..."

The man in his memory should do the same. He was pressed and pressed into the medicine barrel again in embarrassment.

Su Shu couldn't help closing his eyes. He seemed to be at the bottom of the barrel, looking up at the man's eyes after being pressed into the potion barrel several times.

Looking at each other, they crossed time and space and looked at each other again.

Su He has grown old into a little old man, but that man is still young, even his eyes are the same as before, so brave, upright, firm, compassionate... But there is no fear or resignation.

Even if they already know the ending.

"It's so repeated until this person's internal organs have been tempered by the secret medicine to look like their skin."

Those holding the man's hand, like a big net made of monster skins, slammed everyone into it.

They all know that this person has no chance!
At the last moment when the man was able to win, he did not resist any more. When survival and freedom had become a dream, he also wanted to make a decision that would not hurt innocent people as much as possible!
He gently raised his already blue fingers, and plunged into his heart with all the strength of his body.

The red blood mixed with greenish stains dyed most of the medicine liquid in the bucket. At the last moment of his life, the man's body gradually sank, and the flying hair gradually covered the whole medicine bucket.

Maybe this is a bit hasty, but this is the least harmful way he can think of.

Broken corpses cannot be repaired, and corpse puppets cannot be refined. His extraordinary talent will not become a tool for wicked people to harm others.

His corpse can belong to heaven and earth, to beasts, to insects... but it cannot belong to Corpse Control Sect!
The yard was quiet, and the three of them looked at the corpse puppet quietly. It might be that the emotions that Su He inadvertently brought out were too strong, and several people had a little sympathy for the corpse puppet.

(End of this chapter)