Ten mile long street empty tears

"Who?"

Qu Congnan was out of breath for a while, but he was discovered by that person.

Those corpses attacked in an instant.

Qu Congnan summoned Feng Centipede again, and quickly left from the roof.

The corpse man behind him was still chasing, and that man manipulated the corpse man to attack Qu Congnan.

Qu Congnan tried to calm down those corpses, but found that this person's skill had improved a lot compared to ten days ago.

Qu Congnan himself suffered multiple injuries from the endless corpses.

Panting deeply, even though she fled the village, she still did not escape the pursuit.

With his physical strength gradually draining, Qu Congnan took a pill to prevent the corpse poison on his body from spreading.

"Somewhat capable." The Tianyi cultist narrowed his eyes and said.

Under the moonlight, this believer did not wear a mask this time, and his pale face seemed not much different from those corpses.

Qu Cong played the flute from the south, calming down those corpses for a while.

Taking advantage of the gap that the corpses behind have not yet swarmed up, they turned into butterflies again and opened up a distance.

It's just a relief.

Just when Qu Congnan thought he was going to explain that he was here, he suddenly heard the sound of a piano.

Yang Muhan's illusory solitary shadow brought out the woman who was besieged by corpses, but he didn't want to fight.

She was passing by here on her way, but she didn't want to encounter this. The woman seemed to be a member of the Five Poison Sect.

Qu Congnan felt that he was suddenly embraced by someone, who carried a faint fragrance.

"Can the girl still go?" Yang Muhan asked warmly.

The soft voice fell in Qu Congnan's ears, refreshing like a clear spring.

"There is medicine in my bosom." Qu Congnan didn't want to become a corpse man, and after dealing with the first sect for so long, he finally refined some medicine to suppress the poison of corpses.

"Okay." Yang Muhan stretched out his hand to take the medicine from Qu Congnan's arms, but the clothes of the Miaojiang women were not as conservative as the Central Plains women's. Yang Muhan, who had always followed the school rules, felt a slight burn on his face.

After feeding Qu Congnan the medicine, he hurried away with others, this place is not suitable for staying for a long time.

At this time, the person from Tianyi Sect frowned: "It's from Changgemen."

"Changgemen? It's interesting, let's forget it and go, it seems that we have to spread the news as soon as possible."

"Yes."

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Chapter 11

Qu Congnan was taken away by this person from Changgemen. She had heard of Changgemen before, a sect that she had dismissed before.

But to the Miaojiang people, the Central Plains people are all the same, they are all sanctimonious hypocrites, extremely boring.

Yang Muhan hugged Qu Congnan and performed lightness kung fu, leaving only a shadow in the air.

Yang Muhan finally stopped at a post station.

The person from the inn came over, Yang Muhan threw a token to him, and the person arranged for someone to prepare the room.

"Prepare me some hot water." She stated her request simply and clearly, and then walked into the room assigned to them.

Gently put Qu Congnan on the bed, Miaojiang women's clothes are always so free, Yang Muhan tried hard to suppress the dislike in his heart, and felt Qu Congnan's pulse with two fingers, it was very weak.

"The corpse poison is still spreading?" Yang Muhan said to himself, the woman was so determined to let her feed her medicine, it should be reasonable.

Yang Muhan inspected it carefully again, and found that the medicine is still effective, but it can only restrain the speed of the spread of the corpse poison.

But Qu Congnan practiced Gu since she was a child, and she herself was a poison, which weakened the effect of the medicine.

After getting a general understanding of Qu Congnan's situation, he slowly helped Qu Congnan up to adjust the internal force in her body so that her internal energy would not lose control and damage the meridians.

Qu Congnan's forehead was gradually sweating, his breathing was heavy, and his face was abnormally red.

Yang Muhan had never detoxified the corpse, but now that the woman in front of her was dying, she had to try it.

Taking the qin at the side, the sound of the qin is slow, as light as a clear spring, and the song gradually settles down from the south.

The internal breath in her body stopped rolling, and the corpse poison seemed to stop spreading.

Laying Qu Cong Nanfang flat on the bed, he took the dagger and slashed at her fingertips: "Offend."

He stretched out his hand to rest on the button of Qu Congnan's clothes, hesitated for a long time, finally bit his lower lip, and went to unbutton Qu Congnan's clothes.

Then he took out the silver needle that was placed on the side, and pierced the needle into the xué position, which seemed uncomfortable, Qu Congnan frowned slightly.

More than half an hour passed before Yang Muhan slowly took out the silver needle, the poison of the corpse didn't penetrate deep into the body, so he was forced out after all.

Qu Congnan was covered in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

"Boom—" There was a knock on the door.

"Miss, the hot water you want."

Yang Muhan went to open the door, and the man bowed his head in embarrassment and apologized: "Miss, I'm really sorry, there are a lot of people today, and the firewood in the kitchen is just about enough, so there is a delay."

"It's okay, thank you." Yang Muhan thanked him politely, and waited for the man to leave before closing the door.

Yang Muhan poured water into the tub, sighed as if accepting his fate, put her into the tub, then hurriedly washed her, put on his clothes again, and gently put her on the bed.

Everyone in Changgemen seems to have a bookish aura, and Yang Muhan is the same. Qu Congnan is not in danger, so she is relieved and sits at the table, quietly closing her eyes and resting her mind.