The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 190 Great Witch Life Gu
Yan Qing's heart settled down, but she didn't know that after she left, Mu Lao kept frowning and never said a word again.

Meng Shulan's situation was much more serious than he thought, and it wasn't like what he told Yan Qing that bloodletting could relieve it.

The poisonous lines had spread from his bitten neck to the base of his limbs.

If someone hadn't sealed his heart acupoint and luck protected his heart and lungs, even if he had come two days earlier, he would not have been able to save this person!

After feeling Meng Shulan's pulse, Mu Lao gave Meng Shulan a few more needles, and took out a small box from his cloth bag.

The palm-sized round box is engraved with simple and simple patterns, in the dark blue and blue color, dotted with bright red and emerald green colors, like the eyes dotted on the picture of ghosts and ghosts.

The mysterious texture makes people feel uncomfortable at first glance, and they don't want to take a second look.

Yan Qi frowned, resisting the urge to turn her head, and watched as Old Mu opened the round box.

Inside is a dark mass, filled with a puddle of watery texture.

Swamp black mud?

Yan Qi guessed.

What's the use of this?

However, the next moment, he saw what he thought was a lump of mud squirmed and slowly climbed up the edge of the box.

Mu Lao stretched out his hand to touch the thing, and the thing squirmed, along Mu Lao's withered vine-like fingers, and climbed up the back of his equally withered hand.

Only then did Yan Qi see clearly that the black mud-like thing was a black leech-like insect, but it was much bigger than ordinary leeches.

So much so that when it opened its mouthparts the size of a thumbnail, Yan Qi could even see clearly its fluff-like broken teeth that glistened in the morning light.

Densely dense, finely dense.

The worm bit Mu Lao's hand, sucking it greedily.

Mu Lao's already withered hands, after the worm sucked blood, became even thinner, and even turned a dead man's blue-gray.

"Go get the spittoon."

Mu Lao said to Yan Qi in a deep voice.

Now it is impossible to wait for the wooden basin to bleed, and it is better to use a spittoon to top it first, than to smear the poisonous blood all over the ground, and there is no way to clean it up later.

Yan Qi quickly took the clean spittoon placed in the house and handed it to Mu Lao.

Mu Lao raised his chin, and pointed his chin in Meng Shulan's direction: "Put it under your wrist."

Yan Qi acted according to orders.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Lao held up the worm in his hand and approached Meng Shulan's wrist.

A murmur-like sound came from Mulao's mouth, rustling and rustling, not like human speech, but like the sound of insects crawling across the sand.

As the sound sounded, the worm on the back of Mu Lao's hand pulled out its mouthparts as if it had received some order, slowly wriggled its body, and crawled towards Meng Shulan's wrist.

Yan Qi found that when the worm pulled out its blood-sucking mouthparts, on the back of Mu Lao's hand, no blood flowed, only the bitten flesh could be seen, but it was also grayish white, only slightly bloody.

This should be Mu Lao's natal Gu.

Yan Qi guessed in her heart.

He heard that the great witches of the Qiang Kingdom will use their own flesh and blood to cultivate a natal Gu that belongs to them alone.

This Gu can save people and kill people, but the Gu people need to feed them with their own flesh and blood all year round.

Seeing Mu Lao like this, it is obvious that he is about to be sucked dry by the natal Gu.

But even though he was about to be sucked dry by the Gu insects, Mu Lao couldn't hold back.

The natal Gu and the person raising the Gu live and die at the same time. If the Gu lives, the person will live, and if the person dies, the Gu will die too. There is no such thing as inheritance.

Looking at Mu Lao's gray hair, Yan Qi lowered his eyes.

In fact, this year, Mr. Mu is only in his early forties, he should be a healthy and healthy age, he shouldn't look so old.

But this is the end of raising Gu people.

The powerful life Gu is the basis for them to live and work in the Jianghu, and the price is to live a short life in the torture of day and night.

In order to live, he was willing to embark on this path, but he had to pay the price with his life.

This may seem contradictory, but it is actually quite reasonable.

Because for people in Mu Lao's environment, if they don't take this path, their lives will only be shorter than they are now.

The Gu insect climbed onto Meng Shulan's wrist, opened its mouth and bit the skin, thick black blood flowed out.

The worm that lived on blood buried its head in a mouthful, but quickly turned its head and spat it out.

The fluff-like short feet swayed, twisted his body, and made a rustling sound, as if he was communicating with Mu Lao.

This strange scene shocked Yan Qi again.

But Mu Lao seemed to really understand what the bug was saying, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, his already skinny and wrinkled face almost shrunk into a ball.

Mu Lao raised his hand to pinch Meng Shulan's arm, and squeezed it hard, which enlarged the wound bitten by the Gu insect, and immediately bled more profusely.

As the poisonous blood was released, the poisonous lines on Meng Shulan's wrist also faded a little.

Seeing that the blood flow slowed down, Mu Lao went up to suck another sip of his natal Gu, and spit it out again, as if he had eaten something extremely unpalatable, but he had no choice but to taste it mouthful, but he couldn't help but go out after tasting it. Like spit.

But after the Gu worm took this mouthful, the blood flow that had gradually stagnated accelerated again.

Soon, a shallow layer of black blood had accumulated on the bottom of the spittoons the size of the palms of two adults.

Meng Shulan's poisonous lines almost spread to her fingertips, which faded a lot.

If you don't look carefully, you can hardly see the shadow of the poisonous pattern under the elbow.

Seeing this, Mu Lao hurriedly muttered something, the Gu worms no longer sucked the poisonous blood from Meng Shulan's wound.

Mu Lao reached out and took out a small bottle from the small bag, poured the medicine powder inside on Meng Shulan's wound, pulled the gauze to wrap it around twice, and signaled Yan Qi to bandage Meng Shulan, but he pulled Meng Shulan's other hand come over.

In the same way, blood was bled to Meng Shulan's limbs, medicine was applied, and bandages were done. Only then did Mu Lao heave a sigh of relief.

Put the life Gu back into the small box and put it away, then Mu Laocai raised his hand to diagnose Meng Shulan's pulse.

Feeling the weak pulse of his subordinates, it is no longer as messy and rapid as before, and Mu Lao's face looks a little better.

Turning to Yan Qi, who was holding a spittoon, he said, "It's fine for now. Take this blood out, fill it with plant ash and bury it in a place far away from water sources."

Yan Qi responded and went to deal with it.

Mu Lao sat on the footsteps beside the bed as if exhausted, leaned against the bed to rest, took a rest for a while, smacked his chapped mouth, and began to mutter and complain: "Young people nowadays really don't know how to care for the elderly. Leave as soon as you say, and don't say to pass a cup of tea to the little old man first."

The more he talked, the thirstier he became, but he really couldn't muster any strength, so he went to the table to drink water, so he just kept his mouth shut.

Looking around, he suddenly found a teacup on the bedside, Mu Lao crawled over it slowly, grabbed the teapot and poured himself a full stomach, only to feel a lot more comfortable.

After drinking the water, I couldn't stand the tiredness, so I fell on my foot and fell asleep.

This is the backfoot, and Yan Qing, who doesn't know the situation, is very frightened.

(End of this chapter)