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Chapter 464 I'm Not Dead (Please Subscribe)
"Yang San, you are here to help the younger brother get rid of the corpse poison, and the monk and I will meet that zombie when we go back."

Priest Simu and Master Yixiu rushed back anxiously, but they were not afraid of that sissy and the little prince.

Even if the corpse poison breaks out and turns into a half-human half-corpse, with Jiale and Jingjing's cleverness, even if they can't beat them, it's still easy to save their lives.

I'm afraid that the zombie who followed closely behind, Daoist Qianhe and several apprentices will be killed by him. If Jiale and Jingjing run into each other, they will die.

Yang San saw that the two of them had already left, and immediately said solemnly to Priest Qianhe.

"Master Daoist, to be honest, it's also my first time doing this. I don't have much experience. I'll take it slow. It may hurt a little at first, but you will feel very comfortable after a while."

Priest Qianhe: "..."

If it weren't for Yang San's clear eyes without mottled colors, Priest Qian He would have thought that Yang San had some special hobbies.

Such a sudden drag racing is really hard to guard against.

"Go ahead, I'll hold back."

Seeing Taoist Master Qianhe's strange expression, Yang San realized that he had just driven the car unknowingly.

It's just that Taoist Priest Qianhe couldn't wait any longer, so Yang San didn't bother to explain anything, and sat cross-legged behind Taoist Priest Qianhe, with his palms against his back.

"Daoist Qianhe, what I mean is, if you feel pain, just call out, don't feel embarrassed."

Daoist Qianhe couldn't help being taken aback, but Yang San had already poured true energy into his body continuously.

Priest Qianhe shook his body involuntarily, an indescribable pain and itching almost made Priest Qianhe faint.

In an instant, Daoist Qianhe's head suddenly burst into a lot of sweat, which slowly flowed down.

This is called a little pain?Priest Qianhe couldn't stop greeting the eighteenth generation of Yang San's ancestors, but soon, Priest Qianhe stopped such impolite behavior.

It's not that Daoist Qianhe found out with conscience, but that he was so painful that he didn't have the heart to think about other things.

"Ah! Ah!! Ah!!!"

As soon as any reserved thoughts appeared, they were instantly thrown away. If it weren't for the lack of strength at this time, Taoist Master Qianhe would rather commit suicide again!
Yang San turned a deaf ear to the screams of Priest Qianhe, and carefully felt the situation in Qianhe's body.

Under Yang San's perception, almost all of Daoist Qianhe's body was infected with corpse poison, only the spiritual platform was still intact.

Presumably, Taoist Master Qianhe's magic power is protecting the Lingtai, so he still maintains his sanity.

Sure enough, one's own true qi was the best antidote. Once the corpse poison in Daoist Qianhe's body met Yang San's true qi, it melted quickly and disappeared instantly, just like seeing the scorching sun in the snow.

It's just that the pain caused by this can be imagined, Daoist Qianhe has already hoarse his throat at this time, and can only let out bursts of roaring.

Nearly half an hour later, under Yang San's perception, Taoist Master Qianhe's body seemed to be blackened with ink, only the heart remained, and the rest of the body had been wiped clean.

The importance of the heart can be imagined, so Yang San stayed until the end.

Yang San carefully separated out a trace of true energy, and slowly poured it into the black heart of Taoist Qianhe.

"Zizzizi..."

Yang San seemed to hear the sound of a few drops of water splashing into the boiling oil.

In this way, the last trace of corpse poison in Daoist Qianhe's body finally disappeared.

At this moment, Priest Qianhe's distorted face due to pain slowly unfolded, and an unprecedented sense of relief suddenly came to his heart.

"Uh……"

Daoist Qianhe, who wanted to yell comfortably, had already hoarse his voice, so the sound he made now was a bit like a duck's cry.

After inspecting the body of Taoist Priest Qianhe again, Yang San collected his palms and stood up after confirming that there was no corpse poison left.

Daoist Qianhe also struggled to get up at this time, and saluted Yang San with difficulty but solemnly.

"Fellow Daoist saved your life, Qianhe will never forget it."

It was the first time that Yang San found the hoarse and piercing voice so pleasant, and he smiled and helped Taoist Master Qianhe up.

"The Taoist priest is serious, let's hurry back to the dojo of the four-eyed Taoist priest, I don't know what's going on there?"

Hearing this, Qianhe nodded cautiously, struggling to go with Yang San.

Looking at the "handicapped and strong" Daoist Qianhe, Yang San couldn't help admiring him.

At this time, Taoist Priest Qianhe can be said to be exhausted, not only his mana is exhausted, but the essence and blood in his body are also swallowed by zombies, and he can move around only because of his steely will.

Let Taoist Master Qianhe stay here alone, Yang San is not at ease, the mountains and forests in this era are not peaceful, especially at night, he can't help but sigh softly in his heart.

"excuse me."

Under Daoist Qianhe's startled gaze, Yang San decisively lifted him on his shoulder and ran back quickly.

It wasn't until Yang San ran a hundred meters away that Taoist Qianhe woke up from his stupor.

"Yang...Yang Dao...you..."

Just calling out Yang San's name, Priest Qianhe resolutely chose to give up.

Yang San didn't pay attention to any sense of comfort, the constant jolting was second to none, the important thing was that when Dao Qianhe opened his mouth, the wind kept pouring into his mouth.

"Daoist, hold on for a while longer, and soon you will be able to return to the dojo of the four-eyed Taoist."

Thinking that Priest Qianhe was worried about the zombies, Yang San increased his speed a little bit, and looked worried.

In the original book, this zombie is almost invulnerable to swords and guns. Daoist Four Eyes and Master Yixiu were tortured by it, and finally thought of a method from the inside out to solve it with difficulty.

Seeing that the wind was getting louder, Taoist Master Qianhe covered his face shyly. I don't care about when and now. What I want to say is...

Can you change your posture?

With such a posture, I always feel that you have bad intentions for me.

Yang San concentrated on driving, not aware of Taoist Qianhe's dirty thoughts.

Soon, the houses of Taoist Simu and Master Yixiu were in front of us.

Yang San increased his speed again, and as soon as he entered the courtyard of Taoist Priest Simu, he saw Taoist Priest Simu and Master Yixiu walking out solemnly with two magic swords in their hands.

What is different is that the dharma sword in Master Yixiu's hand is a short sword, while in the hands of the four-eyed Taoist priest, it is an enlarged version of the big sword.

At this time, the two also saw Yang San, and when they saw Yang San carrying Daoist Qianhe back, their expressions suddenly changed.

The Taoist priest with four eyes looked forward anxiously, seeing Taoist priest Qianhe's face pale as paper, he couldn't help asking sadly.

"Yang San, my junior brother...has he already..."

"That's right, Daoist Qianhe..."

Yang San put Taoist Master Qianhe down so that he leaned against the wall.

Before Yang San could finish speaking, Taoist Master Four Eyes choked up, "Brother, you died so badly, so you can go with peace of mind, brother, I will definitely chop that zombie into pieces as a sacrifice to your spirit in heaven. "

Master Yixiu also dimmed his eyes, put his palms together, and recited the Sutra of Rebirth for Taoist Qianhe in a low voice.

"Brother, I'm not dead yet, I'm just weak."

(End of this chapter)