snake coffin

Chapter 785
When those people in Xuanmen were infected with this black poison, why did He Huan bother to mention it to me and why bother to show me the video, but I refused.

I only knew that they were stained with black water, which was corrosive, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful.

But this time when this thing was on my arm, it seemed like it was just an ink mark. It was not corrosive at all. On the contrary, it was very corrosive when it touched other things.

Cangling still didn't believe in the evil, so he tried many things again. Whether it was stone or metal, when it touched the black water, it slowly turned into black mud.

Even when he reached out to touch it himself, a finger quickly turned into a black sticky thing.

Whether it turns into black water or black mud, from the perspective of viscosity, is related to the density of the item.

But I looked at it for a while, and the black water still remained on my arm like a fingerprint.

For a moment, I didn't quite understand it, and said to Cang Ling who cut off his finger cruelly: "Don't throw it around."

But it was already too late. The bamboo leaves and bamboo bowls that Cangling used to test the black water corroded into black mud, which was also corroding everything it came into contact with at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the stone table that Mo Xiu led out had a small hole corroded by the bamboo leaves, and it even tended to penetrate downwards.

Cangling became anxious now and said to me: "Sit here and don't move. Don't touch your wrists. I'll call Mo Xiu over."

"There's no need to worry." I quickly pulled the ribbon around Cangling and chuckled at him: "Since it can't hurt me, just take another look."

I stared at the stone table, originally planning to poke it with the stone knife in my hand, but I gave up when I saw the stones that had turned into black mud.

Simply use your spiritual thoughts to guide a strand of black hair and poke it into the hole on the stone table.

There seems to be no other things, nor the thin insect-like creatures like the original poison, it seems to be strong acid.

But the strange thing is, this corrosive thing is useless to me?
I tried pricking my finger and squeezing a little blood into the newly corroded pit on the stone table, which was as big as a tea cup.

The blood dripped in, one black and one red, clearly distinguishable.

The drop of my blood was like oil dropped into water, floating in the slime that had been corroded into black mud.

Cangling seemed to see that I was trying, so he ran out and lay down for a while, and actually pulled one of Bifang's feathers over.

I didn't dip it into the stone pit, but just shook the black handprint on my arm lightly.

It is said that Bi Fang's feathers are also inflamed when they fall to the ground. If the bamboo Cang Ling is not too strong, it is probably impossible to touch it.

But this time, when it encountered the black water, it immediately withered like paper soaked in water, and gradually turned black.

Cangling's face became more and more ugly: "What on earth is this? What does Feng Taixi mean by giving this to you?"

I shook my head, but still said to Cangling: "Please call Ahwen for me and tell him the situation."

"Don't you ask Mo Xiu first?" Cangling stared at the slowly enlarging stone pit, and then glanced at the black watermark on my wrist: "Didn't you agree to live in seclusion and not care about worldly affairs? Why? Can’t hide it anymore?”

I stared at the stone pit, led my black hair, lightly drew on the edge of the stone pit, and then pointed to several other pits on the ground that were slowly turning black: "It hasn't stopped yet!"

Those potholes were randomly thrown by Cangling when he was trying things just now. The black water poison spread and corroded the ground that looked like accumulated fine sand. Several small holes were formed, and the black water was still there. It's spreading, and will obviously spread slowly.

And the stone palm, which was only as thick as a palm, was finally corroded by the bamboo leaf, turning into a pool of black mucus that fell on the ground like a pool of thick asphalt, and then slowly corroded.

Cang Ling looked at the puddles of such things on the ground, and instantly understood what I meant.

Gritting his teeth, he let out a low bared voice: "The wind breathes too hard!"

After that, he no longer taunted me in a weird way, and asked Mo Xiu if he wanted to, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, he comes and goes quickly, but Mo Xiu came back faster than him, and this time he brought back Abao.

But when they came back, the pools of black slime on the ground had corroded to the size of a washbasin.

I didn't dare to throw anything more into it, but I also knew that nothing could contain the highly corrosive black mud. Except for holding it in my hands, otherwise I would be eroded by the poison originating from Ana's body like Bashan. Just like the black hole that came out, it keeps getting bigger.

The first thing Mo Xiu saw was the table that had been corroded with a big hole.

Then I saw a black hole the size of a washbasin on the ground, and then glanced at the black water mark on my wrist: "Who has been here?"

"Ana." I turned my wrist towards him and said softly, "She probably wants me to know the seriousness of this matter."

"Does it hurt?" Ah Bao immediately reached out to grab my hand, pouted to help me blow.

I quickly avoided his hand and shook my head at him: "It's poisonous, don't touch it."

Abao's face immediately showed worry, and he turned to look at Mo Xiu, his face full of pleading.

Mo Xiu didn't dare to reach out and touch it, and tried to lure a thin snake to wrap around the winding black water on my hand.

The thin snake is the incarnation of the snake of existence and nothingness, but when it got entangled with the black handprint, although it was not immediately corroded, the original colorful snake scales of the thin snake dimmed immediately.

The thin snake obviously felt the danger and hurriedly turned around to escape.

But just as it twisted the snake's body, the tarnished snake skin seemed to crack into small slits, and then the contaminated black water seeped in through the slits.

The snake of existence is between existence and nothingness, so after the thin snake is eroded, it slowly becomes nothingness, but nothing substantial falls down.

This is okay, at least it won't increase.

Mo Xiu looked at me nervously: "Why did she poison you again?"

"She just wanted to remind me how dangerous that poison is." I raised my wrist and held Abao with the other hand.

He reached out and touched his forehead and back, showing a thin layer of sweat.

I used to watch and change clothes for A Bao in this way, but when I touched it now, A Bao twisted his body.

He stretched out his hand and before I could take my hand out, the sweat on his back dried.

He shook my hand instead: "Mom. When Ah Bao grows up, he can take care of himself, and he can also take care of Mom."

He looked at the black water handprint on my hand with worry in his eyes, and said softly: "I can help grandma dry it."

"No, it won't dry." I took my hand out of his back, hugged him and sat on my lap, staring at the hole that was slowly being corroded and getting bigger.

He whispered to Abao: "How did you play with the snake boy just now?"

"Very good." A Bao was a little embarrassed, glanced at Mo Xiu, and whispered to me: "Abba told me to feed them a few more times, and I will feed them in the future. If you wait a little longer, you will starve them. , if they dare to grab food, let me beat them."

Abao's face was full of confusion and grievance, and he said softly: "But they are friends with me, even though they can't speak and they don't look good. But Abao knows what they are thinking and doesn't want to hit them."

"Ama never starved me before." Abao glanced at Mo Xiu carefully and slowly lay in my arms.

The voice was full of puzzlement: "Why do you feed them a few times before beating them?"

(End of this chapter)