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"what happened?"

Chen Muyu quickly walked over, checked Gu Zheng's injuries, took out a few pills, and wanted to give them to her first.

Gu Zheng waved his hand to stop Chen Muyu, "It's no use, I was injured by the underworld weapon, the wound's death energy is condensed and will not dissipate, the elixir is useless..."

Chen Muyu paused and put away the elixir.

Carefully removing the bandage on Gu Zheng's arm, a foul smell instantly overflowed, making Chen Muyu frown slightly.

The smell of rot.

Gu Zheng's fair arm has now become almost completely black. There is a cut on the upper arm, which must have been cut open by a sharp weapon, and the bone is clearly visible.

The wound was as black as carbon, and it hurt just to look at it.

When the gauze was pulled open, it pulled at the wound, which must have hurt a lot, but Gu Zheng was stunned and didn't make a sound.

It was obviously swollen and looked like a rotting corpse.

If you touch it with your fingers, black water will flow out, and even the flesh can be torn off.

The black part is almost completely black from the wound up to the shoulder and down to the elbow.

Huang Xiaoqi was crying anxiously next to her.

"Don't touch it, this death energy is very evil!"

Seeing where Chen Muyu was poking with his finger, Gu Zheng quickly reminded him.

Looking at her like that, she was covered in sweat, her face was pale, and she looked a little exhausted.

Chen Muyu didn't care about her. He also felt the energy in Gu Zheng's wound.

It's a bit like Yin Qi, a bit like the Qi of corpse rot, but it's slightly different from the Yin Qi and corpse rot Qi.

It was very domineering, and with just a little bit of it, Chen Muyu's right hand was already blackened, and it continued to spread.

Huang Xiaoqi was startled and was about to come over when she saw Chen Muyu raised his right hand. The blackness on his right hand gradually faded away.

…

"Brother Yu, you..." Huang Xiaoqi was stunned.

Chen Muyu shook his head, "It's okay, don't worry, I can treat this injury!"

As he spoke, Chen Muyu placed his right hand on Gu Zheng's arm again.

The pain made Gu Zheng frown slightly, but he still didn't hum a word.

"Brother Yu, be careful!" Huang Xiaoqi said worriedly.

Chen Muyu nodded slightly, pulled the system out, scanned it, and quickly recovered it.

Dead air, scrap recycling price, 3000 wealth worth 1 wisp.

…

Visible to the naked eye, the blackness on Gu Zheng's arms is slowly receding.

The blood color gradually returned.

Gu Zheng's frown gradually relaxed, and his breathing gradually became smoother.

Ten minutes later, Gu Zheng's arm had returned to blood.

Chen Muyu carefully scanned and recovered all the dead energy in Gu Zheng's body.

Ask Huang Xiaoqi to get gauze and alcohol, carefully treat the wound for a while, and remove all the black blood.

The blood flowing out of the wound returned to its normal red color. Chen Muyu breathed a sigh of relief and re-bandaged the wound with gauze.

"how do you feel?"

Chen Muyu then asked Gu Zheng and handed over a pill.

Gu Zheng didn't say anything, took the pill, chewed it and swallowed it.

After a while, he let out a long breath of sword.

"Thank you very much!"

I have regained some of my energy, and my guzheng can speak with more energy.

"Master, are you okay?"

Huang Xiaoqi came to Gu Zheng, still very worried.

Gu Zheng waved her hand to indicate that she was fine, put on her clothes, and asked Huang Xiaoqi to stand beside her.

"Can you tell me what happened? Who did it?" Chen Muyu asked.

Gu Zheng took a deep breath and didn't hide anything, "I passed by South Vietnam a few days ago and met an evil master. I tried a few tricks and was accidentally injured by him. However, he didn't get any benefits and was cut off by me. One arm!”

Chen Muyu shook his head and said, "You're still chattering. It doesn't make people worry at all. Why are you going to South Vietnam for nothing?"

Gu Zheng said calmly, "I'm going to meet an old friend. I haven't seen him for a long time..."

"You have so many friends!"

Chen Muyu said angrily, and he was not in the mood to ask her friend's name.

"Do you know the origin of the person who hurt you?" Chen Muyu asked.

Gu Zheng shook his head, "It was in a village in South Vietnam. That guy came out in the middle of the night to suck people's souls. There were more than 300 people living in the village. In less than half a month, dozens of them died. It was so tragic!"

"Although we are in South Vietnam, my generation of martial arts practitioners..."

"It's impossible to ignore death, right?"

Before Gu Zheng could finish speaking, Chen Muyu directly added that although he might draw a sword to help when the road was rough, he had to act according to his ability. It almost cost him his life. Isn't this nonsense?

Gu Zheng just smiled and said, "If it were you, I believe you wouldn't let it go!"

Chen Muyu, "..."

Gu Zheng said, "I only know that the locals call him the Old Corpse Ancestor, but he looks very young. At first, I thought he was a zombie, but after fighting, I found that it was not. He should be an evil cultivator who relies on the energy of the dead. His personal skills are weird and his attacks are ruthless. He has two magic weapons in his hand. One is a white bone flag, which shakes and disturbs people. The other is a white bone blade, which is the magic weapon that stabbed me..."

"Are there such masters in South Vietnam?" Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows.

To be able to fight Gu Zheng, one must have the strength of the Golden Core Realm.

Gu Zheng said, "Don't underestimate the world's masters. South Vietnam is a country after all. How can it not have a few masters? They are only in the Golden Core realm. Before the Great Fortune Day, we could still be regarded as hot cakes, but now, I don't have them." I don’t know how many I’ve encountered!”

Speaking of this, Gu Zheng also smiled bitterly. She was already one hundred and fifty years old before she broke through to the realm of golden elixir. It would be great if she could meet the great day of creation earlier.

"That person is not dead?" Chen Muyu asked.

Gu Zheng shook his head, "Although I broke his arm, it was not fatal, so he probably won't die!"

"snort!"

Chen Muyu snorted coldly, "I will go to South Vietnam tomorrow to find this guy and whip his corpse!"

Gu Zheng waved his hand, "No, please don't mess around. I feel like that person is not simple..."

"It's not simple, I'm afraid it's too simple!" Chen Muyu snorted.

Gu Zheng said, "That's South Vietnam, not China. That place is very complicated..."

"So, you want to just let it go?" It's not his character to not avenge himself.

Gu Zheng said, "Let's take the normal route. I have informed the Wushu Association that they will negotiate with South Vietnam. Regardless of whether they are enemies or not, this person relies on absorbing the souls of ordinary people to practice. For this reason alone, he can never Let him live..."

At the end, Gu Zheng added, "Don't get involved in this matter, the Wushu Association will handle it on its own!"

Chen Muyu was furious just now, but after calming down for a while, he felt relieved. After all, we were in South Vietnam, and things were much more complicated.

"Okay, then you take good care of yourself. If you need anything, just call me!" Chen Muyu said.

Gu Zheng nodded slightly. He had just been treated for his injury. He was bleeding too much and was indeed a little weak.

After Huang Xiaoqi helped her lie down, she and Chen Muyu exited the room.