Help!My goddess is sick

"How? You are far more valuable alive than dead, so you can rest assured that I will not kill you until I get the desired result, so you can stay here and be my medicine man Bar."

The man's tone of grace made Lan Jiu feel very uncomfortable.

But knowing that he is not in danger of his life for the time being, Lan Jiu is not so afraid anymore.

As long as there is life, there is always hope.

The old ghost Qiandu stood up, walked to the shelf next to him, and picked and picked on it.

Lan Jiu raised her head and looked around secretly.

This is a very spacious cave, with lamps made of unknown oil lit on the stone walls, illuminating the cave as bright as day.

There is no way behind her, so the end of the whole cave is this pool, with a tripod in front, and a few wooden shelves on both sides, on which there are either bottles and cans, or some bamboo slips that look old .

The outside is blocked by a protruding stone, I don't know where it is.

"Oh, I found it, Yuren..." The voice of Qiandu old ghost suddenly sounded, scaring Lan Jiu's heart tight.

"There are sharks in the South China Sea who weep and cry into pearls. They are more expensive than pearls. They are good at weaving. They are as white as frost and do not get wet in water. Thousands of gold are hard to find. Their flesh and blood can be used as medicine, their skin can be used to refine oil, and a drop of it can last forever... "

Qiandu old ghost recited it in a low voice, his eyes filled with eagerness, and he turned his head to look at Lan Jiu: "You mermaids are really full of treasures."

Lan Jiu shrank, she didn't know these things, she only knew that sharks could cry out small beads, but she didn't know that these beads were so precious in the world.

Not to mention the latter ones.

It's no wonder that the clan rules don't allow pre-adult sharks to go out to sea at will.

From the eyes of Qiandu old ghost, Lan Jiu vaguely saw his own tragic end.

"Your flesh and blood are indeed very healing. Today, let's use your blood to refine medicine."

The thousand-du old ghost put the bamboo slips back, raised his hand, and the water flow instantly gathered together, wrapped around Lan Jiu's neck, and flew her out of the barrier.

"Uh...let go!"

A strong sense of suffocation came, and Lan Jiu kept struggling.

"Hmph, it's useless."

With a wave of Qiandu old ghost's hand, Lan Jiu fell heavily to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

She covered her neck and coughed, and looked up at the old ghost of Qiandu approaching step by step, with hatred in her eyes for the first time.

The old ghost of Qiandu seemed to be amused by her eyes, squatted down and pinched her chin to force her to look up, "Hate me? Want to kill me? Can you do it?"

Lan Jiu clenched her lower lip, and suddenly stretched out her hand to pinch Qiandu Old Ghost's neck, a cold light flashed across her sharp fingertips.

The old ghost Qiandu sneered, grabbed her wrist with his bare hands, and broke it hard.

"Crack-"

"what!"

Lan Jiu exhaled in pain, his face paled instantly.

Qiandu old ghost broke her hand!

"Woo—" Lan Jiu bit her lower lip tightly, holding back the tears that came out, her eyes were terribly red.

"Hahahahaha - did you see it? You are such a waste, you have sharp claws, but you can't even touch a single hair of mine. What else do you think you can do? Stop thinking about it, obediently Be my medicine man, and I can make you feel better."

The thousand-du old ghost flung her face away proudly, watching Lan Jiu fall to the ground, he felt an indescribable joy in his heart, he liked this kind of pleasure of torture.

"But don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine, otherwise - you will be the next one to be branded on the three-legged tripod."

Listening to the sinister voice above her head, Lan Jiu's heart was icy cold, a seed of hatred was planted silently.

The next moment, the old ghost Qiandu took out a dagger with a cold light from somewhere, grabbed Lan Jiu's hand and cut a deep gash in her palm.

Yan Hong's blood gushed out quickly, and the old ghost Qiandu took the pottery bowl to catch it. He stopped after almost half of it, but he didn't bandage Lan Jiu. He wanted to see how long Lan Jiu's wound would take to heal. heal.

Looking at the wound on his hand, Lan Jiu felt a little dizzy, but soon, the divided skin and flesh suddenly closed towards the middle.

The excited eyes of Qiandu Old Ghost lit up, "Hahahahaha—it really is amazing!"

Lan Jiu looked at her palms in a daze, and then felt something flowing through her meridians.

what is that?
She tried to catch it, but the feeling was fleeting.

"Small injuries heal so quickly, what about major injuries?"

The thousand-du old ghost rolled his eyes, clenched his dagger and slashed fiercely on Lan Jiu's tail, from the abdomen down to the fish's tail.

"Ahhhh-"

Lan Jiu couldn't bear to scream, and the shrill voice echoed in the cave, making one's scalp numb.

But the culprit was even more excited, "This blood can't be wasted, it's all good stuff."

He made a tactic with one hand, and sucked all the blood from Lan Jiu into the copper basin on one side.

Lan Jiu watched this man take her blood, and her hatred grew wildly.

If she survives a catastrophe, sooner or later, she will kill him!

……

For a long time after that, the old ghost of Qiandu took Lan Jiu as a blood bank, and used her blood to refine medicine. If it failed, he continued to make wounds on her body and let the blood out. Later, he began to cut the flesh to see what effect it had.

Once again, he drank too much and cut off a large piece of Lan Jiu's tail to drink.

Lan Jiu was dying of pain, but her strong healing ability would make her back to normal, as if the pain was just her dream.

This kind of dark day has passed for a long time, and Lan Jiu can't even distinguish between day and night and spring and autumn.

She didn't know how long she had been here, she could only guess her age from her growing body.

As she grew up, the way Qiandu old ghost looked at her began to change subtly.

Lan Jiu didn't understand the meaning of that look, but instinct made her feel sick.

"I'm going to take a long trip these days, you stay here honestly, if you try to escape, the enchantment on the pool will blow your soul away."

While threatening, the old ghost Qiandu reached out his hand to touch her fish tail.

Lan Jiu immediately shrank back and looked at him numbly.

His hand was empty, and the old ghost of Qiandu sneered: "Heh, do you still have a temper?"

Lan Jiu lowered her eyes and remained silent.

The old ghost Qiandu took a deep look at her, didn't say anything, got up and left.

After the sound of footsteps disappeared completely, Lan Jiu raised her head and looked in the direction of the cave entrance with cold eyes.

She stretched out her hand to gently stroke her beautiful fish tail, and silently closed her eyes.

In these years, she has not gained nothing, at least, she has learned how to practice.

Every time she was injured, a very mysterious power would flow through her body. After a long time, she slowly figured out the pattern, and that power flowed from her dantian.

There is a mysterious power hidden in her dantian.

But how strong this power is, she is still not sure, and the departure of Qiandu Old Ghost just gave her a chance to verify it.