Li Qingxi looked at Qing Yu and Hua Weiqing, and couldn't help but complain, "You still soar in English, do you know if you dance the play?" ”

Hua Weiqing and Qing Yu snickered and did not respond to Li Qingxi.

Back to the war.

Qing Yuren was pulled up, and the big wind song that was stuck to his hand by the wire was naturally pulled up.

Coincidentally, a breeze blew at this time.

The thin wires of hair, under the breeze, danced one after another, fluttering and swaying in the wind.

The wires in the bodies of the two people who had been pierced by the Wind Song were also pulled out, but the two of them didn't feel anything about it. In other words, the minds of the two of them at the moment have been completely occupied by pain.

The kind of pain that pierces the heart and eats the bones, as if there are thousands of poisonous insects swimming around and gnawing in the body.

In addition to these two people, there is also a part of the others who have a keen sense that something is wrong. Physical feedback is telling them that their minds are becoming a little sluggish, and their limbs are becoming stiff and uncoordinated.

This discovery undoubtedly shocked them considerably.

In fact, this is the mourning door, the strange poison that Hua Weiqing painstakingly researched: the mourning door.

The mourning door exists in the form of liquid, orally, physically touching the mourning door, or being injured by a weapon quenched with the mourning door poison, according to the individual's physique and the different levels of cultivation, after a different period of time, the person who has been poisoned by the mourning door will feel countless small insects crawling and gnawing in the body, and even finally, the poisoned person will feel that those small insects crawl out of the body, and they will really see such an illusion.

Once the hallucinatory bugs crawl out of the body, the poisoned person's body will begin to fester, eventually turning into a pool of pus and blood.

Of course, if the Mourning Strange Poison only has this little power, then the Mourning Strange Poison deserves to be called "Strange Poison".

The second feature of the mourning door, in real-world parlance, is vaporization. Moreover, the faster the mourning door moves through the air, the faster it will vaporize. In addition, the internal force of the person and the wind blowing will also affect the speed of the mourning door.

After vaporization, the poison lost its power to kill people, but it became an extremely terrifying anesthetic. Here, the horror of the gaseous mourning door is not how quickly it can completely paralyze people, in fact, there is no way to completely paralyze people, even if the object is just an ordinary person.

The horror of gaseous death is that there is no cure, no one can cure it. The internal force cannot be dispelled, as long as you are hit, you will definitely become more and more sluggish and clumsy, until finally the whole person is in a state of paralysis for most of the mind and body, and every move is extremely uncoordinated. Only by waiting for the effect of the gaseous mourning to slowly pass away, will the whole person recover again.

Of course, the gaseous mourning gate is useless to people who have transcended the realm of the grandmaster, and secondly, if someone takes precautions and closes their breath in advance, this gaseous mourning gate will be completely useless.

Next, there is one of the most important characteristics of the mourning door, that is, the real mourning door.

Those who are directly poisoned by the mourning family will eventually be turned into a puddle of pus. And the really terrible, and the reason why the "mourning door" is called the "mourning door", is that the puddle of pus that the poisoned person finally turns into will also become a strong poison, and like the mourning door, as long as the body touches it, he will die. In addition, the diffusion of this strange poison is particularly strong. Hua Weiqing once tried that only one-tenth of the mourning door was needed to pollute the entire seven tanks of water at the same time.

As soon as the mourning door comes out, it is really likely to directly destroy the people's door, which is why this poison will be named the mourning door.

The Gale Song tinsel, which had been gently swaying by the wind, suddenly moved again.

Li Qingxi also saw the opportunity at this moment, and raised his hand to shoot out a flying knife.

………………………………………

In the capital.

Recently, the weather in the capital area has been good, and the sun has been shining almost all the time. Today, of course, is no exception. The huge sun hangs in the sky, overlooking all the sunshine, justice and viciousness and corruption in the world.

The rain encountered when he was on the road in the last two days, coupled with the headaches and disgusting things that happened in Beijing, made Mu Xiaojiu miss the good weather very much! There is a breeze and sunshine.

So he left the house alone, found a restaurant on the side of the road, and found a window position on the second floor, and then sat down quietly, waiting for the wine and food to be served, while watching the people coming and going downstairs.

It's actually boring, but boredom is a very strange thing, when you're in a bad mood, boredom is boredom, it makes you feel idle, and you may even feel a little irritable because of it.

But if you're bored when you're in a good mood, then in that case, boredom becomes something called "leisure" or "ease."

Of course, Mu Xiaojiu actually knew all along that he was not a person who could live idlely. And there are many times, although he wants to be idle himself, many people are not willing to give him such an opportunity.

Maybe those people think that Mu Xiaojiu is not worthy of leisure.

Seven men in strangely shaped robes jumped up from the ground outside the restaurant and rushed in through the open windows on the second floor.

Mu Xiaojiu frowned, when he went out today, he really didn't bring anything. Weapons and everything, all at home.

He suddenly thought of this question, not because he felt that he was not a vicious opponent of these seven strange Taoist priests, but because he didn't even have a weapon to deal with these people.

But...... Thinking about it in another direction, he has no weapons now.

The red-sleeved knife given by Su Mengzhen was broken for what Bai Chou Fei flew, and the red-clothed knife given by the great monk Zu Ming was now specially given by him to Robert, who likes knives very much.

The rest, if you think about it carefully, it seems that Mu Xiaojiu only has the bamboo flute that Huang Yaoshi gave him back then.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter." These seven Taoist priests all had sharp eyes and murderous intent. As early as the moment the seven Taoist priests rushed up, the guests ran away one after another. And among those people, there are actually people who have already run towards the six doors, ready to find the catcher and report it.

Of course, Mu Xiaojiu didn't care much about these things, after all, it was a very boring thing.

He just raised his glass and took a sip.

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