On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

The abbot was not very nervous at first, but when Miaomiao asked him, he couldn't help but become a little nervous.

"Ready."

When things get tough, you can't give up.

Miaomiao nodded and brought the little guy over. The little guy has been following him these days, and he has eaten a lot of things he likes, and he is much closer to Miaomiao than before.

Yan Ruyu sighed secretly, feeling a little sorry for the little hairy ball. Since she followed her, not only did she eat poorly, but she was always getting needles and bloodletting.

But it is the King of Poison, and there is nothing that can be done about it. If others cannot do it, it has to do it. This is probably because God will give a big responsibility to... the little beast.

The little hair ball probably guessed it, thrust its butt outwards, plunged its head into Miaomiao's arms, and exposed its hind legs.

Miaomiao muttered, not knowing what she was talking about. She gently stroked the little furball's back with her fingers, constantly comforting it.

A thin needle pricked its hind paw, and blood drops immediately rolled out and dripped into the small jade bowl.

After the blood was dripped, Miaomiao put the small hair ball into the prepared small cloth bag, which had already prepared food.

Miao Miao motioned to the abbot to come over and introduced her seriously: "Prick your left index finger, then wipe the blood in the bowl with your blood beads. First wipe the ghost king's eyes, and then wipe the ghost king's mouth. The ghost king's eyes, especially the eyeballs, and the ghost king's mouth." , every tooth inside must be wiped, don’t miss it.”

The abbot heard that he was going to prick his finger, and he felt a little pain instantly, but then he thought about it, the little hairball didn't even make a sound, how could he, a living person and a man, be inferior to such a little thing?

However, if his hand is broken and he dips it in the blood of the little hairball, won't he be poisoned?

That's the Poison King.

But it was difficult for him to ask this question because he was afraid that others would say that he was afraid of death.

Yan Ruyu said: "The abbot's hand is broken and there is a wound. Will it harm the abbot if he touches the poisonous blood?"

The abbot looked at Yan Ruyu gratefully.

Miaomiao said: "No."

Just as the abbot was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Miaomiao added, "Even if you know how to poison, you won't die. You can just wait a few days and it will be fine."

Abbot: "..." I knew it! This big job just wants my life.

Yan Ruyu's eyes were encouraging.

The abbot pursed his lips: "Dilishe'er is dead, the deputy."

delicious.

Yan Ruyu couldn't help coughing: "Okay."

The abbot took a deep breath, clasped his hands and bowed to the window: "Amitabha."

Buddha, although I have been a little slack these days, please believe that I am also here to save people this time. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Please protect me and be merciful.

After the abbot bowed, he stretched out his left hand and said, "Can I use my right hand? My left hand is not as flexible as my right hand."

Miaomiao took out the silver needle: "No, you need to use the hand that is not killing animals. I see that you are not left-handed. You usually use your right hand, right? Then use your left hand at this time."

The abbot had nothing to say and had no choice but to let it go.

Blood beads rolled out, and the abbot's heart was in his throat. According to Miao Miao's words, he reached into the small bowl and dipped his hand in the blood.

His fingers were covered in blood. He held his breath. He had never felt the smell of blood so strong as at this moment.

The secret guard's chest rose and fell. The abbot didn't know if it was his own imagination. He seemed to be able to see the blood flowing in his blood vessels, and each blood vessel was undergoing subtle changes all the time.

Even the Ghost King's eyes, the Ghost King's mouth, and even every tooth inside seemed to be changing.

The abbot had glanced at it before and did not dare to look directly at it again. Now he not only had to look directly at it, but also had to look carefully.

He secretly regretted it. He should have watched it for a while to get used to it and not be afraid anymore before bleeding again.

Now that the blood is on hand, there is no time for him to delay.

Miaomiao was still urging: "Hurry."

"Otherwise, Ghost King Tu may feel blood and change."

Abbot: "!!" Will it change? Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Anyway, the matter has come to this, and he can only carry it through to the end.

The abbot gritted his teeth and wiped the ghost king's eyes with his fingers stiffly and firmly.

This feeling is hard to describe - although what you see is a pattern, it is actually applied to the skin, but for some reason, when the abbot's fingers touch it, there is a greasy feeling.

He felt sick in his heart, gritted his teeth to hold it back, and concentrated on wiping his second eye.

After wiping both eyes, he went back to dip the blood in the bowl and wiped the Ghost King's mouth.

But this time, the abbot turned around and couldn't help shouting "Ah", obviously startled.

The others could only see the image of the tree. Not knowing what was going on, they all held their breath and looked at the abbot.

Yan Ruyu said calmly from the side: "Take your time, don't be anxious, what's wrong, tell Miao Miao if you have anything."

The abbot pursed his lips hard: "Teeth, there are more teeth than before, and they are longer, and they are touching the lips."

Miao Miao's face changed slightly: "Quick, wipe it quickly, if the teeth exceed the lips and form fangs, then this person will definitely die!"

When the abbot heard this, he didn't dare to neglect, he was nervous and quick at the same time.

The teeth were growing, and there seemed to be a sharp pain when smeared with his fingers, but the abbot had no time to be pretentious. He gritted his teeth and persisted. He dipped the blood three more times and finally smeared the blood before the canine was about to come out of the lip.

The abbot felt uncomfortable in his heart, his vision was a little dark, and he felt like vomiting.

He thought it might be because he was poisoned.

But he gritted his teeth and held on, staring at the pattern without blinking. Now that he had stared at it for a long time, he felt less afraid.

Miaomiao asked: "What does the pattern look like now?"

The abbot felt like vomiting had reached his throat and he didn't want to speak, but he had to answer.

He took a deep breath and said: "The eyes are closed, the lower part seems to be shrinking, the teeth are slowly retracting, and the whole face seems to be twisting and shrinking."

"Okay, that's it, it's done!"

You can hear the joy in Miaomiao's hoarse voice: "Later, the ghost king's face will disappear completely, and you will also see the pattern of the tree. Just smear the remaining blood on your palms and cover the tree trunk."

The abbot said nothing and only nodded.

Yan Ruyu saw something wrong with his expression and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

The abbot shook his head, tried his best to endure, and kept encouraging himself. He must hold on and not fall short.

My heart was constantly churning, and I could hardly suppress the feeling of vomiting.

The abbot took several deep breaths and kept reciting Amitabha in his heart.

Finally, the Ghost King's face became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared, becoming a tree in front of his eyes.

Yan Ruyu handed the small bowl to his hand. The abbot's fingers trembled slightly, and he wiped the remaining blood on his palm, pointed it at the trunk of the tree, and pressed down.

At the same time, the unconscious secret guard looked in pain, clenched his hands, opened his mouth for a long time, and spat out a mouthful of black and purple blood.

When the abbot saw him vomiting blood, he was a little nervous and his eyes were blurry. He held on with just one breath and his palms did not move away even an inch.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed like a very fast time, and it seemed like a long time. The abbot felt that all the sounds were fading away.

It seemed like someone was laughing, cheering, and someone was saying "That's it."

He let go of his hand and couldn't suppress the feeling of vomiting anymore. He opened his mouth and sprayed out a mist of blood, and he fell softly.

Before he fell, he seemed to hear Yan Ruyu calling him.