Reborn Pretty Demon Concubine

Chapter 307 Final 1
"Hurry up and find something to wrap him up, don't let him bleed here." Xia Jinmo glanced at Zi Yue who was squatting on the ground in a daze, and said.

Only then did Ziyue come to her senses, stood up quickly, ran over and took a bed sheet and put it on the ground, hugged the old man flat on it and started breading.

"I'll control the spread of the poison for the queen. You quickly send the body back to his home, and then change his clothes. Remember to take the sheets and his bloody clothes to a hidden place and burn them." Xia Jinmo said When he wrapped the corpse, he sprinkled some medicinal powder on the corpse, and then told Zi Yue.

"Why?" At this moment, Ziyue still wanted to ask the bottom line, which also made Xia Jinmo drunk.

"The situation is unclear now, and it is not appropriate for people to know that he died here." Although she was very helpless, Xia Jinmo patiently explained to him.

The medicinal powder she sprinkled on the corpse just now is specially for the dead body, it is a kind of medicine to cover up the cause of death of the deceased.

This kind of medicinal powder was refined by Han Jian before, and it was originally used for her self-defense, because this medicinal powder also contains certain toxicity. For living people, if they inhale it, their limbs will instantly become stiff and their hands and feet will not be able to move.

It will take several hours for this situation to improve. During this period of time, it is enough for one person to escape far away.

Sprinkling it on the dead body will instantly heal the wounds on the body's surface, making it impossible to see the marks, but this is an illusion, and anyone who understands this medicine will still find it after careful inspection.

But it is generally difficult to find, because this medicine is colorless and tasteless, and there will be no vision.

After instructing Ziyue and watching him remove the old man's body, Xia Jinmo didn't stay long, and quickly fed the queen a drop of blood, and then quickly left the palace.

Due to time constraints, she didn't come to ask about Ming Ruojun. Come to think of it, he is not a child anymore.

Besides, compared to Ling Juan, he is much more sensible. Although he doesn't talk much at ordinary times, he is quite stable in his work, so there should be no need to worry about him.

After going back to take a good rest, Xia Jinmo got up quickly the next morning to go to the arena.

When I went outside, the cold wind was still blowing so that people felt cold in the bones.

There were people on the street discussing the news of the death of the prime minister of this small kingdom. It seemed that people were the same wherever they went.

People in this place also like to gossip, especially those who are old and have never stopped practicing.

If you roughly know what high level you have cultivated in this life, there is no hope.

So one day, he wandered around the street with nothing to do, and when he heard something new, he immediately went around to spread the word.

This cold weather is no exception, each of them is facing the biting cold wind, wrapped in a piece of clothes made of wild animal fur, with his hands in the sleeves, and he also wants to find some news on the street. Pass it on to the good sisters who play on weekdays.

When Xia Jinmo ran to the arena, the arena was already full of people. It seemed that the prime minister's death did not have any impact on the arena, not as great as the reaction on the street.

It seems that the Eighth Prince doesn't think much of this prime minister. This old man is dead. Such a high-ranking official can be said to be above ten thousand people in Ziluo Kingdom and under one person.

It stands to reason that the whole country should mourn, but this Zi Ningbei is still laughing and laughing with his friends from the judges and the contestants.

On the playing field, the host didn't mention it, and the game was still going on as usual.

"I heard that the prime minister has passed away."

"It's probably because I was too tired to say it happened at night."

"I heard that when he was discovered in the morning, he was still reviewing some local manuscripts with a pen in his hand."

Xia Jinmo's match was coming later, so he found a place to sit down and rest, waiting for the match to start.

But she didn't expect that she also heard the gossip on the street. It seems that Ziyue was quite clever in handling things, and he would create the illusion of fatigue at work and sudden death at home.

This prince has a future and is a talent that can be cultivated. He really knows everything.

Gossiping less, sitting down for a while, the first round of the competition basically came out with results.

The host was already calling for preparations for the second round. Those who were eliminated in the first round and those who advanced were busy cleaning the stove.

It's time to play, Xia Jinmo suddenly felt flustered, wondering if too many things had happened during this time.

But think about it, since she came to this continent, there has not been a day of peace.

There are big or small things every month, and she doesn't seem to be disturbed.

Is it because there are too many contestants and all of them are masters, so they are nervous?

No way, she didn't feel that she took the competition too seriously. Although she likes competitions, she has always had a playful mentality, watching the excitement, and making noise.

It's almost like this, and I don't care about the prizes, and I don't care about losing face or losing face. It stands to reason that there shouldn't be any nervousness.

"Xiaomo, wait for me." When Xia Jinmo walked to the steps of the arena, Ling Juan suddenly ran over.

This girl doesn't know what she's going to do, and she doesn't know how to practice swords, so why come to the arena?
"Why are you here, just go back and watch." Seeing Ling Juan chasing after her, Xia Jinmo surprisingly didn't treat her harshly today.

Because from the way she looked, she was here to cheer her on, and she was right in her words, so it seemed a bit uncomfortable.

"Xiao Mo, what do you think I brought you?" Ling Juan was happily talking to Xia Jinmo, and then fiddled with a stove from her storage ring.

"Ling Juan, you don't know how to make swords, why did you buy this?" Seeing her holding a stove, Xia Jinmo was indeed a little strange.

Ling Juan doesn't know how to make swords or pills, so of course she can use them, but she doesn't need a stove.

But looking at her stove, the level is quite high. In fact, the furnace was also made by sword refiners, but ordinary sword masters can't make it, and even Xia Jinmo can't make this furnace.

The furnaces used here are also divided into many grades. The ones used by ordinary people are the most common and the worst, that kind. In fact, they are not refined by experts, but just some professional furnace masters. They concentrate on learning only this one thing.

But there are not many who have learned well. To put it bluntly, it is the same as learning this. Many of them can't make good stoves, so they use it as a profession to make a living.

Then the furnaces that were refined were only used by these ordinary sword and alchemy masters.

Xia Jinmo's belonged to this category, because she had no money at the time, and a large family wanted to eat, so she picked one at random, it was probably about level three.

It can make swords and alchemy, but it is not as easy to use as those good stoves.

At least it is many times worse than Han Jian's before. Of course, she knows that the one Han Jian usually uses is not the best. He has a better one, but he basically doesn't use it.

By the way, why did Ling Juan bring a cauldron at this time, give it to her, wait, where did she get the money to buy this, didn't she steal it?

(End of this chapter)