Grudge Breaker

Chapter 292: Dead Blood Gu
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The time goes back three days.

A piercing pain brought Ye Wujiu's thoughts back to reality. He hid in the dim room and examined his left arm in the bronze mirror, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a figure behind him in the mirror.

"you?!"

Ye Wujiu subconsciously covered his left arm with clothes, his tone full of displeasure.

"When did you come in?"
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Ding Heran stood against the wall with his arms folded. His entire face was hidden in the darkness and no expression could be seen. Only the gleam in his eyes could be seen.

"You are a quasi-A-class dual-element magician of gold and water, but you don't even know when I came in. It seems that you have lost at least 30% of your magic power."

He took a few steps towards Ye Wujiu, who subconsciously protected his left arm and stepped back.

"You are injured, who did it?"

Ding Heran reached out and tried to tear off Ye Wujiu's clothes to check his wound, but he was slapped away by him.

"It's a minor injury, ignore it."

"Small injury?"

Ding Heran twitched the corner of his mouth, and instantly rushed forward, with his left hand behind his back, and with his right hand, he moved forward with a Mountain-Shaking Palm directly towards Ye Wujiu's heart!

Ye Wujiu dodged narrowly by leaning backwards, and also placed his left hand behind his back, and made a cloud palm with his right hand, using the "Peng Jin" method, starting from the Qian position, with his hand high and elbow low, palm facing inward, fingers pointing to the left, and his forearm slanted upward and horizontal, thus defusing Ding Heran's direct attack.

Then he used a "flipping force" and moved his hand from Kun position to Kan position. He twisted his wrist and grabbed the inner Guan position of Ding Heran's wrist, flipped it over and counterattacked, using the force of his attack to push him three feet away.

Ding Heran stopped and squinted his eyes. He clearly saw that the clothes on Ye Wujiu's left arm were soaked with blood.

"I'll see how long you can hold out."

As he spoke, he lightly tapped his toes to rise up, and attacked Ye Wujiu's face again with the Seven Breaks and Seven Deaths Palm!
But when he was about ten feet away from him, he suddenly retracted his palm and kicked out diagonally with his right leg, sweeping past with a fierce gust of wind!
Ye Wujiu bent backwards to dodge, but Ding Heran seemed to have anticipated it. He changed legs in mid-air and swept his lower body with a whirlwind kick.

Ye Wujiu fell down and landed heavily on the bluestone slabs in the room.

"Well!"

Although his right side landed on the ground, his left arm seemed to be shaken. Although Ye Wujiu clenched his cheeks tightly, he still couldn't help but groan.

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"If it were usual, I wouldn't be able to get close to you, let alone defeat you with these two moves."

Ding Heran walked forward, helped Ye Wujiu up and helped him sit down at the table. He picked up the water bottle on the table and wanted to pour him some water, but when he opened it, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol, obviously high-purity liquor.

He frowned. In his impression, Ye Wujiu seldom drank alcohol. It was even more inappropriate for him to drink since he was obviously injured. Could it be that he was... relying on alcohol to numb the pain?

"Old Ye, what are you hiding?"

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Ye Wujiu picked up the teacup filled with white wine and drank it all in one gulp.

After a moment's hesitation, he opened his clothes to reveal the wound on his left arm.

Ding Heran had a bad feeling for some reason. The room was dimly lit. He took a candle and got closer to take a closer look.
I saw that the wound was slowly growing, and there seemed to be lava and worms crawling inside, which was extremely disgusting and weird.

"you……"

Ding Heran's eyes were full of surprise.
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When he was distracted again, his eyes changed. To be more precise, the owner of the eyes and the surrounding environment had changed - he was no longer in Ye Wujiu's room, but in the meeting hall of Si Chen Mansion.

Mantianfei looked up at the wound carefully, then stared at Ye Wujiu. The latter looked ashamed and did not dare to look him in the eye.

"This is what happened the night before. I wanted to report it yesterday, but when I heard that you...didn't return to Tingfeng Mansion overnight, I thought you had something more important to do, so I didn't bother you rashly."

Ding Heran's words were like a poke in Mo Tingfeng's spine. Thinking of the "unbearable" scene with Qin Xueying last night, he could only cover his mouth and cough lightly to hide his embarrassment.

"He Ran, this situation should be reported immediately."

"Wujiu, you are confused!"

Mo Tingfeng took a step back, performing spells with his fingertips, and chanting the Acalanatha Mantra that he had learned from the outside world hundreds of years ago. This mantra could cure the harm caused by witchcraft and curses:
"Namasidhisidhisusidhi, siddhigala, rayakuyan, chamamasidhi, ajamasidhi, sovaha."

(I'm fine, but I'm fine, she's fine, she's fine, she's fine)

As Mo Tingfeng's magic power continued to be injected into Ye Wujiu's left arm through the demon-subduing spell, the wriggling lava under the wound gradually stopped, and the tendency of the wound to spread also significantly weakened.

Half an incense stick later, Mo Tingfeng withdrew his magic power, asked Ding Heran to help him sit down, and then he went to the cupboard to take out the "Taishang Wu Gu Pills" made by Zhuang Yuheng in his early years and gave them to Ye Wujiu, asking him to take one pill immediately with wine.

"This medicine becomes more potent as it ages, which is a blessing for Wujiu."

"The specific instructions are on the paper attached to the bottle. You must take it according to the dosage."

Ding Heran opened a tiny piece of paper that was stacked with the medicine bottle, and he and Ye Wujiu looked at it shoulder to shoulder. They saw a few lines of words written on it, which were obviously written by Zhuang Yuheng.
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The recipe of Tai Shang Wu Gu Wan is taken from "Sheng Ji Zong Lu", which was compiled by Zhao Ji, the Emperor of Song Dynasty, who ordered the gathering of famous doctors in the country and used the collection from the imperial palace.

There are many insects in the southern Guangdong area, so the prescriptions for treating Gu mostly use yang medicines.

For example, the Tai Shang Wu Gu Pills first use the pure yang essence of realgar, and use aconite and pepper to break the evil spirits; use croton, mangcao, podophylla, daphne, Veratrum, and alum to break up the hard masses and the salty taste of ghost poison; otter liver, centipede, and blister beetle are specifically used to kill corpse poison; the real pearl and Li Fang's true fire can effectively break the hundreds of evils in the five internal organs. It is the first magical prescription among the five poisons.

The patient should take 10 pills before eating or drinking, and seal the rest to prevent the medicinal smell from leaking out. 10 pills is one dose. If the disease does not end, take one more pill the next day, and stop when diarrhea occurs. The disease will be cured seven days after the diarrhea.
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"Thank you, sir. Wujiu will remember this."

Ye Wujiu carefully put the medicine bottle and the paper into the inner pocket of his lapel.

At this moment, he felt much more refreshed, his complexion and spirit had recovered a lot - his spirit gradually recovered, and his brain came back. Thinking carefully, he deliberately concealed the fact that he had seen the necromancer and was injured in the fight with him, which was really foolish and absurd.

Mo Tingfeng carefully examined Ye Wujiu's wound again, pondered for a moment, and ordered someone to call the doctor from the local Chinese medicine clinic.

Let him take the medicine Jiebuluo, which is camphor, and Zhujuluo, which is benzoin, and boil them with well water (the first well water drawn every morning), and give them to Ye Wujiu to meditate and bathe at the hour of Yin every day - this method also has the effect of breaking the poison. ...

After doing all this, Mo Tingfeng sat back at the table.

"Trying to hide everything and solve the problem yourself, even if your purpose is not to show off your bravery, is equally stupid and hopeless."

Ye Wujiu hung his head, his face full of regret.

"I am incompetent, please punish me, sir!"

Mo Tingfeng sighed silently.

"Wujiu, you are good in everything except that you are too stubborn."

"You think the necromancer is coming for you alone, right? So whether it's life or death, you want to bear it on your own and not involve the Sichen Mansion."

Ye Wujiu lowered his head even lower when his heart was touched.

"My subordinate is wrong."

"You are wrong."

"First, listen carefully. Blind loyalty is not loyalty. Trying to take it all on yourself, either winning the battle or dying alone, is nothing but an unacceptable self-sacrificing complex."

"Secondly, as one of my most valued right-hand men, you have not only me but also the entire Sichen Mansion and even the Three Departments' support behind you. You don't have to act alone. Learning to use all the resources around you is also the management awareness you should have as the leader of the underground network."

"Third, have you ever thought that the reason he came to you might not be for you, but for Weiwei or me? If you deliberately conceal this information, it might give the forces behind Ma Zhenchun more opportunities to plan and put us in a passive position."

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The more Ye Wujiu listened, the more ashamed he felt. He felt that he was extremely stupid and deserved to die. He really didn't know what had eaten away his calmness and intelligence that he had always been proud of.

He stood up and knelt on one knee to bow solemnly to Mo Tingfeng.
"Your Excellency's words of admonition have enlightened me. I will never make the same mistake again!"

Mo Tingfeng nodded, stood up and helped him up.
"Wujiu, your injury is not caused by an ordinary poison spell. It cannot be cured at the moment. We can only suppress it temporarily and slow down the onset. To completely eliminate it, Ma Zhenchun must be truly dead."

"Wujiu can handle it, sir, don't worry. But I am quite concerned about the rune on Dujuan's body today."

Ye Wujiu dipped his finger into the tea and drew the strange rune on Du Juan's ankle on the table.

"I should have seen this rune on Ma Zhenchun. The cracks in the skin beneath the rune looked like lava, and something was wriggling inside."

"The head of the rune can be seen on the left side of his neck where his shirt is exposed. According to the proportions, the rune must start from his neck and spread to his entire heart area."

"It is very likely that this spell is what drives the necromancer to act."

"It's just that the pattern looks weird and is not a traditional talisman. I can't tell it belongs to any sect at all. How should we investigate and how to crack it? I have no idea at the moment."

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Mo Tingfeng looked at the runes drawn with tea on the table and tapped the table lightly with his slender fingers. This was a subconscious action as his brain was thinking rapidly.

Suddenly he pulled open Ye Wujiu's clothes, revealing the wound on his left arm, and his eyes darkened.

Although not obvious, Ye Wujiu's wounds clearly formed a pattern that was growing from the outside to the inside. The faint scars looked somewhat like the rune he drew on the table.

"Ma Zhenchun used blood as a curse and planted a blood poison in your body."

"This matter must be resolved as soon as possible. Otherwise, Wujiu... will become the next Ma Zhenchun."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wujiu's expression remained calm, and it was obvious that he was mentally prepared for this - even if he did not realize that the wound on his left arm looked like the cuckoo ankle rune, he knew that Ma Zhenchun was going to drag him "into the water" - from the first look he gave him, Ye Wujiu knew that it was the look of a drowned ghost looking for a substitute.

Mo Tingfeng's words really shocked Ding Heran. How come Ye Wujiu would become the next Ma Zhenchun just because he was slightly injured?

Could it be that the Necromancer's thing is contagious? !
If he really became... wouldn't I have to kill Ye Wujiu with my own hands?

"Lao Ye!"

Ding Heran's eyes turned red in an instant, and it was obvious that she had already put on a show for Ye Wujiu by playing the erhu and suona in her mind.

"He's not dead yet, don't cry at his grave."

Ye Wujiu was in a bad mood. He frowned and felt that something important had been missed.

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"Oops!"

Mo Tingfeng suddenly slammed the table, his figure stood still, and he disappeared in the meeting hall.

Ding Heran and Ye Wujiu didn't even look at each other before they ran out.

It was at this moment that the Ice House Charity House outside the southwest gate of Si Chen Mansion suddenly burst into flames!

Xiao'an has been buried, and the only thing placed there now is the corpse of Dujuan that was just taken down from the beam of the Venerable's mansion.

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The fire in front of him made Ye Wujiu, who was chasing Mo Tingfeng, feel a chill in his heart.

That was no ordinary fire.

There was a certain aura similar to that of a necromancer in that fire. Could it be...