The scumbag wiped out my entire family, I was reborn to marry the villain prince

Chapter 31 The Truth
Lu Qingyu's palms hidden in his sleeves clenched slightly, but his eyes were still tightly closed.

The current situation really puzzled her. What exactly did Mingkong and He Junxuan want to do?
Wuhen's hoarse voice sounded again, "Miss Lu, don't you want to know the truth about the Holy Sacrifice?"

This one sentence hit Lu Qingyu's heart accurately and ruthlessly.

The next moment, Lu Qingyu sat up from the ground, looking quite helpless.

"Nothing can escape your highness's sharp eyes."

"Miss Lu, you are too kind." Wuhen smiled lightly and walked to the end of the hall.

After standing up, Lu Qingyu was still shocked by the spectacular sight before him.

Nearly a hundred monks in white robes were densely packed in the entire temple, and the sadness they felt when listening to the flute music was still lingering on their faces.

Lu Qingyu turned her head and saw Mingkong holding a transparent cylindrical instrument in his hand, pressing it on the arm of a monk.

Lu Qingyu's eyebrows twitched slightly, this cylindrical tube looked somewhat familiar.

When she was seven or eight years old, she once sneaked into her grandmother's room to play, and in her grandmother's most secret cabinet, she found almost exactly the same thing.

Her grandmother happened to come back at that time and saw her rummaging through the cabinet. She punished her with family rules for the first time.

Since then, Lu Qingyu never dared to secretly look through her grandmother's cabinet again.

I didn't expect that I would see this thing again in Mingkong's hands. What is it used for?
"Miss Lu, come and help me." Mingkong's voice came from not far away.

When Lu Qingyu walked over, she found a black bag next to Mingkong, which contained many transparent cylindrical instruments.

Mingkong looked up at Lu Qingyu and smiled, "You learned medical skills from Ah Yun, so you should be very proficient in basic medical theories."

Mingkong shook the instrument in his hand and introduced it, "This thing is called a syringe, and the liquid inside is a special antidote."

Lu Qingyu frowned slightly, "What kind of poison have they been poisoned with?"

She was still confident in her medical skills, and she didn't think there were any toxins in these monks' bodies.

Mingkong was silent for a moment. "It's hard to explain this in a few words. The duration of anesthesia is limited. I hope you can help me inject the antidote into them first."

Lu Qingyu looked back and saw Wuhen was also injecting the antidote into the monks with a syringe.

Although he was still confused about what the poison was, Lu Qingyu decided to trust He Junxuan.

"Okay, let me help you."

After Mingkong's demonstration, Lu Qingyu easily mastered the injection technique.

After three people took turns to give the injections, they finally finished giving the injections to all the monks. Lu Qingyu felt like his waist was about to break, and he sat down on the ground against a pillar.

Wuhen walked over silently and sat next to her.

Lu Qingyu felt her heart beat slightly faster at that moment. She gently moved towards Wuhen a few times, and her fingers inadvertently touched Wuhen's pale and thin palm.

It felt cold to the touch, and there was a hint of sweat.

Lu Qingyu frowned slightly. This was not a good health condition.

Mingkong walked over with brisk steps, just in time to see Lu Qingyu and Wuhen's fingers together, and his eyes instantly became ambiguous.

Although he is a bit like a light bulb now and in the past, Mingkong said that he likes being a light bulb the most, especially a 10,000-watt super-powerful incandescent lamp.

The boy, with a shiny black bald head, sat down between Lu Qingyu and Wuhen, scaring Lu Qingyu so much that he pulled his hand back instantly.

Both of them looked at Mingkong, one with resentment, the other with inexplicable murderous intent.

Mingkong smiled brightly, and turned to look at Lu Qingyu as if he hadn't noticed anything. "Miss Lu, are you curious about what kind of poison these monks were poisoned with?"

He glared at Mingkong a few more times, but the other party was as thick-skinned as a city wall. Lu Qingyu could only angrily withdraw his gaze and nodded.

Mingkong's gaze gradually became distant and he fell into deep memories.

"Since forty or fifty years ago, people have been dying in Xuantian Temple, especially monks who have lived here for a long time. The government sent people to examine the bodies, but there are no clues. But I know the reason."

The boy lowered his eyes slightly, and a trace of pain flashed across his face.

"It was because of my arrival and my research that this place was polluted. So I could only go to Xuantian Temple to save people. Relying on the merits of saving people, I became Master Mingkong, but then I could never get out again.

After that, I have to detoxify them every ten years, but this syringe is, after all, a product that is beyond its time. I can only choose to use the method of holy sacrifice to cover up the truth. After they wake up, they will only feel refreshed and believe that it is God who has given them, the believers, a holy cleansing.

As for closing the temple for three months, I simply want to reduce the number of people coming here."

After hearing this, Lu Qingyu was still confused. "What kind of research is this? What kind of pollution is this? Why can't it be removed? Where did the syringe come from?"

Mingkong was silent, he didn't know how to explain.

I can't say that I traveled through time and space and brought the laboratory with me to Xuantian Temple? And because of the defects of my soul, I can't leave the laboratory.

And he couldn't die, otherwise the laboratory's already collapsed radiation system would be completely paralyzed, which would be a heavy blow to this era.

But the radiation dissolving reagent is running out, and it can only last another ten years. By then, the monks in this courtyard will be gone.
Mingkong didn't dare to think any further.

Seeing the painful look on the boy's face, Lu Qingyu did not ask any further questions.

At this moment, Wuhen suddenly groaned in pain, and then fell straight to the ground, his body twitching continuously.

Lu Qingyu jumped up suddenly, rushed to Wuhen's side, took his pulse with his right hand, and took off Wuhen's mask with his left hand without hesitation.

He needs fresh air circulation.

The red spider lily between He Junxuan's eyebrows was as red as blood, and even became a little distorted due to the high temperature. The fine sweat like rain wet the man's black hair and stuck tightly to his cheeks.

The more he felt Lu Qingyu's pulse, the heavier his heart became.

This time, the toxins in He Junxuan's body broke out again, probably only a day or two after the last time, which caused his entire meridians to become disordered.

Mingkong also came back to his senses from his sadness, his face became solemn, "His poison has broken out again. I have treated him for a poison outbreak before, but I am not a doctor after all, so I cannot completely cure him."

Lu Qingyu quickly raised his head, his tone extremely anxious, "Mingkong, could you please treat him again, using the same method you used last time. I don't have any medicine with me right now, so I can't suppress the spread of the poison for him."

She had never been so panicked before, but this was the first time she realized that she was helpless.

(End of this chapter)