My Master is Lin Zhengying

Glutinous rice and sticky rice are not mixed together.

Therefore, the effect of removing corpse poison is very good.

The glutinous rice had just been applied to Wen Cai's wound.

Then there was a "sizzling" sound, and the green smoke shot out.

But Wen Cai, but he didn't feel anything at all.

After applying it, the grains of white glutinous rice turned black, like charcoal.

Master Ren and Ren Tingting next to him were surprised when they saw each other.

Master Ren even asked:

"Glutinous rice, why did the glutinous rice turn black?"

Nan Chen threw away the blackened glutinous rice, smiled and said to Master Ren:

"This shows that the corpse poison in Wencai's body has been inhaled into the glutinous rice."

"Oh, that's what it is!"

Master Ren suddenly realized.

Uncle Jiu went to poke Wen Cai's arm.

"Ouch! Master, why are you poking me?"

Wen Cai complained while touching his arm.

Uncle Jiu said angrily:

"It feels right.

Take a bath with glutinous rice water at night, it should be almost ready.

When it comes to Qiusheng, don't worry about me. "

After speaking, Uncle Jiu came to Qiu Sheng.

He lifted Qiusheng's collar with his hands.

I saw Qiusheng's neck and chest were covered with hickey marks and tooth marks.

Master Ren was beside him, and asked curiously at this time:

"Uncle Jiu, what's wrong with Qiusheng?"

Uncle Jiu sighed:

"This brat is probably haunted by a ghost..."

"Ah? I met a ghost!"

Master Ren turned pale with shock.

Uncle Jiu nodded.

Then he said to the crowd:

"Leave him alone and let him rest.

Master Ren, shall we go out for tea? "

"Good Uncle Ninth!"

Master Ren smiled and nodded, making a gesture of please.

Then the two went to the courtyard for tea.

Wencai also climbed onto the bed full of glutinous rice and continued to move around.

Nan Chen was also preparing to leave.

But Ren Tingting suddenly stopped Nan Chen:

"Brother Nanchen..."

Nan Chen turned around:

"Is something wrong?"

"That, that, I want to ask.

What do you want to eat at night, I will make it for you at night..."

After finishing speaking, Ren Tingting showed a shy expression.

Nan Chen's thoughts were all about dealing with the zombies and the plot.

To be honest, I don't have much appetite either.

Just perfunctory:

"Whatever you make, I like to eat."

After speaking, he left by himself.