Prince of Song Dynasty

Chapter 192 What did you see?
Li Junhao nodded, cupped his fists, turned and left.

Ren Zhiliang watched Li Junhao leave, and immediately asked, "What did Lord Hou see?"

Ye Chen nodded and said, "I've seen the layout almost exactly the same as this room before in Yangzhou."

Ren Zhiliang said, "Exactly the same?"

Ye Chen said: "It's not exactly the same, there are still some differences, for example, this black basin and the things inside are not found in the secret room seen in Yangzhou."

The old bustard suddenly said, "That's what I use to communicate with our god."

Everyone was surprised when they heard the words, but Ye Chen smiled and asked curiously, "What is it made of?"

The old bustard said: "It is made of feces, menstruation, tears and pus and blood mixed with flour. After eating, you can communicate with our gods."

Ye Chen sneered, "Your gods are really disgusting."

Ren Zhiliang vomited from his throat and said, "Is there anyone willing to eat this kind of thing?"

Ye Chen said: "At least there is one here."

Ren Zhiliang said to the bustard: "Do you really eat this kind of food?"

The old bustard said: "You'd better not hurt me, the curse after I have taken the 'magic medicine' will be very effective, if you dare to hurt me, I will curse you."

Everyone didn't take what the old bustard said at ease, Ren Zhiliang vomited again, he couldn't think of anyone in this world who would really eat that kind of food.His eyes immediately fell on the face of the old bustard and said: "Is that kind of thing really a 'miracle medicine'?"

The old bustard looked pale and said, "Yes."

Ren Zhiliang said: "Is it really made with feces, menstruation, tears, pus and blood mixed with flour?"

The bustard nodded and said, "There is still urine."

Ren Zhiliang sneered and asked again: "Do you really dare to eat that kind of thing?"

The old bustard nodded and said, "Of course it's true, but I don't eat it often."

Ye Chen interjected, "Did you make that kind of thing yourself?"

The old bustard proudly said: "No one else can make 'miracle medicine' except me."

Ren Zhiliang originally wanted to get straight to the point and start investigating the case, but he couldn't help but continue to ask: "Use your own feces, menstruation, tears, urine, pus and blood?"

The old bustard nodded again and again, and said, "Of course I have to use my own stuff, otherwise, if I eat it, it won't work."

Ren Zhiliang stared at the bustard, and said with a sneer, "Do you still have menstruation?"

The old bustard's face immediately sank.

Ye Chen and Monk Shi couldn't help laughing. What Ren Zhiliang said was actually what they wanted to ask.

Ren Zhiliang felt that he seemed to be talking too much nonsense today, and continued impatiently: "You seem to have forgotten how old you are?"

The old bustard didn't make a sound, but suddenly twisted his body for some unknown reason, and escaped from the two head-hunting knives, and quickly came to the sacrificial table, uttered a strange cry, and opened his hands.

Immediately, two faint green flames burst out from the left and right black cauldrons placed on the sacrificial table.

Before the flames disappeared, a thick white mist rose from the black cauldron and drifted away lightly.

In the dense fog, there is a strange fragrance, but it is completely covered by the stench in the room.

A stench that cannot be described by any human words has already filled the whole room.

The stench was monstrous, terrible, and rich.

Even if the golden orchid fragrance wafts for thousands of miles, once you enter this room, you can no longer smell its fragrance, let alone this faint fragrance?

"Little heart!" Ye Chen suddenly remembered the experience in the basement of the tavern next to the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou, and quickly reminded.

Ren Zhiliang and the eight head catchers, who were about to step forward to take down the bustard, couldn't help but their expressions changed, their footsteps stopped, and they held their breath first.

But taking advantage of this opportunity, the old bustard grabbed a piece of 'miracle medicine' from the black basin and swallowed it with open mouth.

The stench in the room seemed to be much stronger in an instant, and it was so weird that everyone could smell it even if they held their breath.

"Take her down quickly and take her out." Ren Zhiliang shouted.

The eight head catchers frowned, held their breath and rushed towards the old bustard. Ye Chen did not act rashly, his ears were pricked up, and he was holding the hilt of his sword, ready to draw his sword at any time.He didn't forget that the boss of the Red Bat Building suddenly killed him.

Even though there was thick fog in the room, under Ye Chen's gaze, he still showed his slenderness. Looking at the behavior of the madam, he remembered what the madam said just now, and wondered if she wanted to curse people.

Ye Chen was thinking like this, but something had already happened.

The old bustard's throat had stopped moving, she swallowed the so-called 'miracle medicine' in one gulp, and then she seemed to be a different person.

Her eyes turned white, her face became ugly and weird, and even the corners of her mouth were twisted.

She was trembling all over, staring at Ren Zhiliang with dead fish-like pupils, staring at everyone, then suddenly knelt down in front of the altar, prostrated herself with open arms, and began to curse incessantly: "All of you They will all become lunatics, and then brutally kill each other..."

Ye Chen suddenly thought of Luo Yaoshun's guard who turned into a lunatic, could it be that he was cursed by the old bustard?
At the beginning, the bustard was deeply intimidated by everyone, but once she swallowed the 'miracle medicine', she became a different person.

After swallowing the 'miracle medicine', could it be that her god would obey her orders, and she would no longer have to be afraid of everyone?

Her cursing voice was weird and gurgling, it sounded like the back of an earthworm or the saliva of a green snake.

Everyone had goosebumps all over their bodies when they heard it, and at the same time, the hairs all over their bodies began to stand on end.Monk Shi couldn't help but want to smash the old bustard into meatloaf.

Ye Chen suddenly felt extremely disturbed, because he heard Monk Shi's breathing became more and more rapid, and his eyes became red, and his eyes swept across.

Ye Chen was terrified, he would never have believed in this so-called 'magic medicine' and bullshit curse, but at this moment he had no choice but to stop the old bustard from continuing to curse.

But he didn't think about why he didn't show signs of going crazy for a moment.

Ye Chen rushed to the old bustard in three steps at a time. The old bustard's face turned pale, and he hissed wildly: "Heaven curse you, earth curse you, curse you for being brutally killed by them..."

She still wanted to curse, her voice trembling like playing a lute.

Ye Chen sneered and said, "I curse you to die by my sword."

After saying this, his sword stabbed out.

After spitting and swallowing, the sword flew back like a snake. There was no blood on the tip of the sword, not a single drop.

There was no blood in the bustard's throat either.

There was no time for blood to flow out.

The old bustard let out a strange cry, turned her whole body violently, and faced the altar, her skinny hands like bird's claws opened up, grabbing the two black cauldrons with white smoke on the altar.

As soon as those hands touched the edge of the tripod, her people fell under the sacrificial table like dead dogs.

Blood had flowed from her throat and dripped down her shriveled chest.

No one made a sound, no one expressed surprise.

Because except for Ye Chen, everyone else has gone crazy.

Ye Chen stood closer, looking at the two black cauldrons filled with white mist on the left and right, and thinking that he hadn't become a madman, he suddenly reacted and shouted: "It's not a curse, it's poison in the mist!" As for why everyone Holding his breath and still being poisoned, this is beyond what he can know.

The most proficient drug hunter under Ren Zhiliang heard the words, let out a roar, and the last bit of reason made him eagerly take out a purple porcelain bottle from his arms.

He uncorked the bottle, poured a few white pills, and was about to put them into his mouth when his face suddenly parted.

A sharp and bright long knife slashed down like lightning, splitting his head in two with just one blow.

A scream from the throat was also split by the knife.

In the blood spurt, the head catcher fell down in blood.

Another head catcher stared at him as he fell, laughing wildly.

The person who killed this head catcher was actually another head catcher next to him.

The murderous head catcher's eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and the muscles of his entire face were distorted. He smiled like a night owl.

The expression on his face is as cruel as you say it is.

The knife was deeply embedded in his companion's head, and he held the handle of the knife with both hands, and he pulled it out with great difficulty, sweat dripping down his face from exhaustion.

The beads of sweat turned into blood beads in an instant, and he pulled out the knife, and he was almost chopped into meat paste.

Almost each of the three headhunters next to him chopped him four or five times.

Knife and bone, they were originally colleagues, and even good friends with each other. They have experienced life and death together, but now they treat each other as enemies. Their faces are also full of cruel expressions. Also like a night owl.

They are no longer like three people, but like three lunatics.

Only a lunatic would treat a friend like this and kill someone like this.

The head catcher fell down like mud, and one of the three lunatics also fell down.

That lunatic was still laughing, and a lunatic across from him slashed at his neck.

He didn't even know how to dodge.

The remaining two lunatics then hacked and killed each other, one knife for you, one knife for me, blood spattered by the knife knife.

Besides these two lunatics, there are four more lunatics.It was the other three headhunters and monk Shi.

The eight head catchers and Monk Shi were all good at first, but now they all went crazy.

Three have fallen, and the remaining six have turned into blood men except for Monk Shi who stood far away.

All of this is not exactly the result of the cursing words of the old bustard just now.

But Ren Zhiliang believed in Ye Chen's judgment that everyone was poisoned.

When the remaining lunatics saw blood, they became even crazier, like bloodthirsty wolves and wild dogs.

Ren Zhiliang let these eight cronies kill each other.

Because he really can't protect himself.

His face was pale, and he wanted to bypass a few lunatics and run out of this terrifying secret room.

There was also a lunatic not far from Ye Chen. Monk Shi let out a beast-like cry, and rushed towards Ye Chen. The speed was not slow, even faster than Monk Shi in his heyday. He was still brave, but even more rigid, because He had already lost his mind, so Ye Chen easily dodged and hit him on the back of the head, then Monk Shi fell to the ground and passed out.

Then, Ye Chen rushed over, picked up the black cauldron, and buckled it upside down as quickly as possible. The smoke and poison from the black cauldron, once buckled, although there was still fine smoke coming out of the gap, it was already more than half gone.

Apparently, when the green flame was extinguished and the strange fragrance was misty, the poison had already drifted away in the room.

Although this poison does not attack quickly, it is out of control once it occurs.

(End of this chapter)