The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Feng Bao was shocked: "The poison is not contagious?! But, but except Feng Xiaocao, the other eagles have not come into contact with that famous cultivator..."

The priest calmed down a little and asked, "Fellow Daoist Ji, have you figured out anything?"

"There are two black spots on Feng Xiaocao's shoulders. I'm sure you can see that they are the teeth marks of a poisonous snake. The poison he was infected with in the first place was snake venom."

Ji Qingzhou said: "In addition, I wonder if you have noticed that there is a new wound, some obvious or some shallow, on the left palm of these eagles."

Storm shook his head.

The priestess, as a doctor, had examined the bodies of each eagle. She knew this, "The environment in the Baishi tribe is harsh, and there are occasional harassments from foreign enemies. Injuries during battles or play are common."

There were many new and old wounds on the eagles' bodies. Even when the priest saw the scars on his palms, he didn't care too much.

Ji Qingzhou asked: "How fast are the Wind Eagles' bodies recovering?"

"I don't know how to put it by your human standards."

Feng Bao thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, you want to know how long it takes to recover after getting a wound on your palm, right?"

After saying that, she pulled out a small knife from her waist and cut a wound on the palm of her left hand.

She was originally a demon, with a stronger physique than humans. In addition, she had the cultivation level of the Golden Core Stage, so the cut on the palm of her hand quickly stopped bleeding and formed a scab.

Ji Qingzhou estimated that it took about twenty breaths.

Her guess was gradually confirmed.

To be on the safe side, Ji Qingzhou asked one last question: "The eagles that Feng Xiaocao and the others played with that day were only these dozen or so. Were there no others?"

"There is still one."

Feng Bao frowned, his words revealing a bit of displeasure, "It's Feng Xiaocao's cousin Feng Qiumei, an eagle who doesn't do his job properly!"

The females of the Wind Eagle clan are strong while the males are weak. The female eagles will guard the territory and resist foreign enemies. When necessary, they will also go out to fight and seize resources.

The male eagle follows behind them as an assistant. The female eagle kills the enemies while the male eagle searches for corpses and collects supplies.

The combination of male and female makes the work less tiring.

But not all wind eagles can work so honestly. Laziness is ingrained in the bones of living things, so self-control is also a rare talent.

Feng Qiumei is such an exception.

He has been a lazy eagle since he was a child.

In daily life, I avoid things if I can, and never stand if I can lie down somewhere.

Now at the age of over 300, he has not starved to death or been beaten to death, all because he is extremely handsome and knows how to please the female eagle.

Some female eagles are naturally strong and will hire weaker demons in the tribe to do work, and they don't care about small issues like whether their partners are lazy or not.

As for an eagle, as long as it is beautiful and can serve me, isn’t that enough?

What great things can we expect from these pretty, weak little things?

Although Feng Qiumei will not be chosen as a mate by a powerful female eagle, there will always be a female eagle who likes to try new things and invite him to play for a while.

There are female eagles who like such lazy, weak little pretty birds, but there are also female eagles who can't stand such lazy things that get something for nothing.

Feng Bao didn't like Feng Qiumei. He thought he was not doing his job properly. He always liked to instill bad ideas into the spirited young men in the tribe, turning them into lazy idiots!

"Feng Qiumei...cousin?"

Ji Qingzhou seemed to be thinking about something. She asked, "Has Feng Qiumei been poisoned?"

Feng Bao shook his head, "He didn't. It's just that at first we thought the poison was contagious, so we isolated him for a while. He was frightened and sick for a while. He cried in the cave every day. Later, we found out that he was fine, so he recovered immediately and passed away happily."

Ji Qingzhou looked at the priest and said, "There shouldn't be any scars on Feng Qiumei's palm, right?"

The priest had examined the bodies of the young men, so he naturally would not miss Feng Qiumei who was suspected of being infected. She nodded, "Indeed, not infected."

She asked curiously: "Fellow Daoist Ji, after asking these questions, do you have any guesses?"

"Ah."

Ji Qingzhou nodded: "I was a little skeptical at first, but after hearing your answers, I am about 70% sure."

She didn't keep him in suspense and explained, "As a demon race, you have inherited a culture that is completely different from that of humans."

"Although the humans in the Million Mountains have made an agreement with Xuanwu, they will send monks to the demon world from time to time to teach different knowledge."

"But there are always some things that we humans think are common, but you think they are very uncommon, or even unheard of."

Ji Qingzhou said, pointing to Feng Bao's palm which was already scabby: "For example, we humans have a tradition called blood oath."

Feng Bao was curious: "Blood oath?"

"To put it simply, two or more people cut their palms, mix them into the same bottle of wine, and then drink the blood wine."

Ji Qingzhou did not cite any traditional cases, but explained to the two demons with the simplest description, "People who practice this tradition believe that drinking wine mixed with the other person's blood can connect them with blood and become sisters and brothers."

In fact, a long time ago, blood oaths were just sucking a little blood from livestock, or dipping a little blood on the lips to show sincerity and to form an alliance.

Until the cultural prosperity of the human world in recent years, people in mortal dynasties or among monks would often let their imagination run wild and create a lot of scripts with fantastic plots.

Some more sophisticated works might write about an old farmer growing vegetables and go to the fields to see how ordinary people actually plow the fields and apply fertilizers.

Some people who don't have the conditions or are a little lazy just use their imagination to write, and there are always some discrepancies in the details.

It was under this kind of atmosphere that the blood oath gradually evolved into various forms.

What Ji Qingzhou said just now is most appropriate for the current situation.

After hearing Ji Qingzhou's words, the priest who had been confused all this time suddenly had an idea in his mind: "The human alchemist who came to teach us once mentioned that most snake venom is now transmitted through blood!"

Feng Bao didn't understand what Ji Qingzhou meant by the blood oath, but after the priest mentioned it, she immediately reacted: "You mean... the reason why Feng Xiaocao and his gang were knocked down by the non-infectious poison is because they secretly made a blood oath and drank Feng Xiaocao's poisonous blood?"

"To be precise, it was the wine mixed with poisonous blood that stained the wounds on their palms and merged into their blood, causing them to be poisoned."

Ji Qingzhou said, "I just asked you about Feng Ying's recovery speed because I wanted to know whether the scars on his hands had healed when they mixed the blood into the wine and drank it."

Even a strong female eagle like Storm needs twenty breaths, not to mention those weak male eagles.

I'm afraid that when they were holding tons of poisoned wine, blood was oozing out of their palms.

Ji Qingzhou said: "As for Feng Qiumei, as Feng Xiaocao's uncle, he is an elder. Generally speaking, he would not make a blood oath or sworn brotherhood with these kids, so he was not poisoned."

On the other end of the group chat, Tengshe was angry: "You are uneducated and you killed the monster!"

I told these barbaric monsters to read more!