Urban Feng Shui Master

Chapter 173 Corpse Mud
Ignoring Han Li's full of doubts, besides, he didn't have time to explain the origin of this wooden mandrill right now.

Zeng Yifan picked up the fainted Zhang Mengmeng, and Zhao Dapeng threw the lump of wood together with the wooden mandrill into his backpack. Finally, Han Li dragged everyone's backpacks and luggage, and the four of them walked into the tunnel.

"Hey, Zhao Dapeng, help me carry a bag too." Han Li had two hands, three backpacks, and one more on his body. He was so tired of dragging, he couldn't help kicking Zhao Dapeng's calf.

Zhao Dapeng rushed forward and continued to follow Zeng Yifan, as if he didn't hear Han Li's words at all.

"Hey, are you deaf?!"

"Yeah, I don't know how intense the battle was just now. I was deaf and my hands were crippled, so I couldn't lift things anymore." Zhao Dapeng was annoyed.

Just now I was fighting with Zeng Yifan outside, this guy has been hiding comfortably in the tree hole, and now he was rescued again.Now I just take a few more backpacks and talk about it.

Of course Han Li knew what Zhao Dapeng was losing his temper with.He was actually wronged too.He had never been in this forest before, so how did he know there would be such a dangerous formation?He didn't want to fall into the tree hole, and fell into it inexplicably.Is it his fault for not participating in the war?

Rather, the reason why the formation caused the attack seemed to be that Zhao Dapeng wanted to engrave some words... It was really Zhu Bajie who beat him up, and now he wants to put all the shit on his head!
Thinking so, Han Li gave Zhao Dapeng a hard look behind his back, and with a deliberate flick of his hand, a backpack was thrown in front of Zhao Dapeng.

Zhao Dapeng, who was still angry, and in addition to the darkness in the tunnel, naturally did not see a backpack that suddenly appeared in front of him. He stepped forward, tripped over, and fell into the mud on the spot.

"Bah bah!" Zhao Dapeng rubbed his knees angrily while spitting out the dirt in his mouth.In his heart, he scolded Han Li behind him thousands of times.This bitch dares to trip her up, wait until she gets out, and see how the young master fights back.

"Huh? The soil is so bitter!" Zhao Dapeng spit out some soil, but his mouth still felt very uncomfortable. If Zeng Yifan was not hugging him right now, he really wanted him to get some water to rinse his mouth.

"Because these soils are actually made of rotting corpses." Zeng Yifan, who was walking in the front, said leisurely.I really can't stand the two people in the back. Before everyone got to a safe place, they started fighting.Of course, Han Li had to settle the matter of giving Zhang Mengmeng artificial respiration after he got out.

However, Zeng Yifan also ate soil when he was fighting on it just now, and he was also taken aback by the unusual bitter taste, but after thinking about the reason, he almost threw up on the spot.

"Corpse?!" Before Zhao Dapeng figured out what was going on, his stomach began to churn.No wonder the bitter taste also has a sour and fishy smell...

"That's right, the crafty tree is made by raising thousands of corpses for thousands of years. There are so many tricky trees on it. If the soil is not from rotting corpses, what is it?"

Zeng Yifan's tone was more flat, and when he said something like a thousand corpses raised for thousands of years, Zhao Dapeng heard it, and with the bitterness in his mouth, his stomach was already overwhelmed.

"Ouch—vomit—" Finally, Zhao Dapeng couldn't help retching.

And Han Li, who was following Zhao Dapeng, did not take pleasure in Zhao Dapeng's misfortune because Zhao Dapeng fell down and gnawed on the body mud, and was made to vomit jaundice.

When Zeng Yifan dug a small hole just now, he was in a hurry to get out, but he just dug the soil with his hands. Now he looked down and saw that there was still blackness between his nails, it was all - corpse mud!
"Uh-uh-" Han Li retched violently when he saw this.

Two live treasures!Zeng Yifan slandered in front.

Soon, there was a bright light ahead, and a fresh wind blew in.Before going out, everyone has already smelled the sunshine and the fresh breath of green trees, mixed with water vapor, and immediately feel refreshed.

Sure enough, after walking out of the tunnel, a small stream appeared in front of the four of them.

Zeng Yifan turned his head and found that the creepy forest was still quietly covered with various vines, and it was already more than ten meters behind them.

It's safe for now.

He lowered his head to look at Zhang Mengmeng in his arms, his face was not ugly, and he recovered a little after thinking about it for a while.

So he gently placed Zhang Mengmeng on a large piece of soft moss, and he himself sat beside her with his legs bent.

Afterwards, a cloud of blue mist rose from Zeng Yifan's hand, condensed into water droplets, and dripped onto Zhang Mengmeng's lips along his fingers.

Zhang Mengmeng pursed his lips lightly, and slightly opened his eyes.

"We're out." Zeng Yifan said softly.Then he found the medical bag from his backpack, pulled a circle of gauze, and wrapped it up for Zhang Mengmeng.

"The blood is gone..." Zhang Mengmeng twitched his arm, but found that it was firmly clamped.

"That's right, there will be no more blood." Zeng Yifan smiled wryly.Fortunately, the battle was resolved quickly, otherwise, according to Zhang Mengmeng's personality, he would definitely survive death.

Zhao Dapeng over here rushed over as soon as he saw the clear stream, took a handful of water and poured it into his mouth: "I'm so thirsty!"

In fact, thirst is not the main reason, the main reason is that there is still some mud made from rotting corpses in his mouth. If he doesn't rinse his mouth a hundred and eight times, Zhao Dapeng thinks he can stop eating.

"Be careful to poison you to death!" Han Li muttered, found a big rock by the stream and sat down, used a branch to remove the dirt from his shoes, and then put his hands in the stream to wash them carefully.It feels very comfortable to be washed by this cool stream.

As for the water in this stream, he would not pour it into his mouth. It is so close to the creepy wood forest and the soil made of rotting corpses. There is no guarantee that the sediment under the stream is not corpse mud.

"Ah-uh-"

Suddenly, Zhao Dapeng grabbed his neck with both hands, fell to the ground and moaned.

"What's wrong?!" Zeng Yifan turned around and asked.

Han Li also panicked. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he ran over.Could it be that I was right, this stream is poisonous?Or was the corpse slime poisonous before?In this way, will my hands rot from picking up the corpse mud?
"Poison... Poisonous..." Zhao Dapeng struggled in pain.

Antidote, is there an antidote!

Zeng Yifan looked at Han Li.When he went out, he brought a bunch of medicine with him.

When Han Li heard that Zhao Dapeng was really poisoned, he hurriedly poured out all the medicine in the bag.

"This is for removing snake venom, this is for repelling poisonous insects, this is for preventing miasma..." There are a lot of bottles and jars, but I don't know what kind of poison Zhao Dapeng has.

"Isn't there blood ganoderma?" Zeng Yifan reminded.

This……

Han Li hesitated.There are hundreds of thousands of blood ganoderma lucidum, one flower has been plucked for thousands of years, is it about to be taken out?But human life is at stake, let's save people first.

Gritting his teeth, Han Li took out the blood ganoderma from his backpack.

(End of this chapter)