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Chapter 898 Dead Qi!

"what happened?"

Chen Muyu hurried over to check Guzheng's injury, and took out a few pills, which he had to swallow first.

Guzheng waved his hand and stopped Chen Muyu, "It's useless, I was injured by a dark weapon, the wound is dead and does not dissipate, and the pill is useless..."

Chen Muyu froze, and put away the pill.

Carefully unwrapping the bandage on Guzheng's arm, a stench overflowed instantly, and Chen Muyu frowned slightly.

Rotten smell.

Guzheng's fair arm has almost turned completely black now, and there is a knife cut on the upper arm, which should be cut open by a sharp weapon, and the bone can be seen deep.

The wound was as black as carbon, and it hurt just looking at it.

When the gauze was torn off, the wound was pulled, it should be very painful, but Guzheng didn't make a sound.

It was obviously swollen, like a rotting corpse.

When you touch it with your fingers, black water flows out, and even the flesh can be torn off.

The black part is almost completely black from the wound up to the shoulder and down to the elbow.

Huang Xiaoqi was crying anxiously beside her.

"Don't touch it, this dead energy is evil!"

Seeing where Chen Muyu poked with his finger, Guzheng hurriedly reminded him.

Looking at her like that, her head was covered with sweat, her face was pale, and she looked a little exhausted.

Chen Muyu didn't care about her, he also felt the energy in Guzheng's wound.

It's a bit like yin qi, a bit like rotting corpse qi, but it's slightly different from yin qi and rotting corpse air.

Very domineering, just a little bit, Chen Muyu's right hand has been blackened, and it is still spreading.

Huang Xiaoqi was startled, and was about to come over, but saw Chen Muyu raised his right hand, and the blackness on his right hand gradually faded away.

……

"Brother Yu, you..." Huang Xiaoqi was stunned.

Chen Muyu shook his head, "It's okay, don't worry, I can heal this injury!"

As he spoke, Chen Muyu put his right hand on Guzheng's arm again.

The pain made Guzheng frowned slightly, but she still didn't hum.

"Brother Yu, be careful!" Huang Xiaoqi said worriedly.

Chen Muyu nodded slightly, pulled out the system to scan, and quickly retrieved it.

Dead breath, waste recycling price, 3000 wealth value, 1 wisp.

……

Visible to the naked eye, the blackness on Guzheng's arms is slowly receding.

The blood color gradually recovered.

Guzheng's frowning brows also gradually relaxed, and her breathing gradually became smoother.

After 10 minutes, Guzheng's arm has regained its blood color.

Chen Muyu scanned carefully, recovering all the dead energy in Guzheng's body.

Let Huang Xiaoqi fetch gauze and alcohol, carefully treat the wound for a while, and remove all the black blood.

The blood flowing out of the wound returned to its normal bright red color, Chen Muyu let out a long sigh of relief, and re-wrapped the wound with gauze.

"how do you feel?"

Only then did Chen Muyu ask Guzheng, and handed over a pill.

Gu Zheng didn't say anything else, took the pill, chewed it and swallowed it.

After smoothing for a while, he let out a long breath of sword.

"Thank you!"

He recovered some vitality, and the guzheng spoke with more energy.

"Master, are you alright?"

Huang Xiaoqi came to Guzheng's side, still very worried.

Guzheng waved her hand, indicating that she was fine, put on her clothes, and asked Huang Xiaoqi to stand beside her.

"Can you tell me what happened? Who did it?" Chen Muyu asked.

Guzheng took a deep breath and didn't hide anything, "A few days ago, when I passed by Nanyue, I met an evil master. I did a few tricks and was accidentally injured by him, but he didn't get any benefits, so I cut him off. One arm!"

Chen Muyu shook his head, "You're still shy, it's not worrying at all, what are you doing in South Vietnam?"

Guzheng said in embarrassment, "I went to see an old friend, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

"You have so many friends!"

Chen Muyu said something angrily, and he was not in the mood to ask her friend's name.

"Does the person who injured you know the origin?" Chen Muyu asked.

Guzheng shook his head, "At that time, it was in a village in South Vietnam, and that guy came out in the middle of the night to suck people's spirits. There were more than 300 people living in the village. In less than half a month, dozens of people died. It's just horrific!"

"Although it is in South Vietnam, my generation of martial arts practitioners..."

"It's impossible to ignore death, isn't it?"

Before Guzheng could finish, Chen Muyu directly added a sentence, even if the road is injustice, you have to do what you can to help, it almost cost your life, isn't that ridiculous?

Guzheng just smiled, "If it were you, I believe you would not let it go!"

Chen Muyu, "..."

Guzheng said, "I only know that the locals call him Old Corpse Ancestor, but he looks very young. At first I thought it was a zombie, but after fighting, I found out that it was not. It should be an evil cultivator relying on the spirit of death. The body method is weird, and the attack is fierce. There are two magic weapons in his hand, one bone banner, shaking it, disturbing people's mind, and the other bone blade, which is the magic weapon that stabbed me..."

"Is there such a master in Nanyue?" Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows.

To be able to fight Guzheng, one must have the strength of Jindan Realm.

Guzheng said, "Don't underestimate the masters in the world. Nanyue is a country after all. How can there be no masters? They are only in the Golden Core Realm. Before the Great Fortune Day, they could be regarded as sweets and potatoes, but now, I don't have any. Do you know how many I have encountered!"

Speaking of this, Guzheng also smiled wryly. She is 150 years old and only broke through to the Golden Core realm. It would be great if she could meet the Great Fortune Day sooner.

"That person is not dead?" Chen Muyu asked.

Guzheng shook her head, "Although I broke his arm, it wasn't fatal, so he shouldn't die!"

"Humph!"

Chen Muyu snorted coldly, "I'll go to South Vietnam tomorrow to find this fellow and flog his corpse!"

Guzheng waved her hand, "Don't, don't mess around, I think that person is not simple..."

"It's not simple, but I'm afraid it's too simple!" Chen Muyu snorted.

Guzheng said, "That's South Vietnam, not China, that place is very complicated..."

"So, you want to let it go?" It's not his character to take revenge.

Guzheng said, "Let's go the normal way. I have already notified the Martial Arts Association. They will negotiate with Nanyue and let go of any enmity. This person cultivates by sucking the soul of ordinary people. Just for this alone, he must not let him live..."

At the end, Guzheng added, "Don't meddle in this matter, the Martial Arts Association will take care of it!"

Chen Muyu was also furious just now, but after calming down for a while, he was relieved. After all, he was in South Vietnam, and things were much more complicated.

"Okay, then take care of your wounds, if you need anything, just call me!" Chen Muyu said.

Guzheng nodded slightly. He had just been healed and bled profusely, so he was indeed a little weak.

After Huang Xiaoqi helped her lie down, she left the room with Chen Muyu.

(End of this chapter)