Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 116 Rescue Yang Gao
"Uh……"

A stream of dark red blood splashed from Mr. Zhang's throat.

Her slightly whitish eyes rolled upwards, she stretched out her hands unwillingly, her withered nails were deformed, and poked hard in Fang Yao's direction.

However, in the next second, another metal leaf pierced directly between her eyebrows.

This time, Mr. Zhang fell from midair and landed heavily on the muddy ground mixed with snow, making a dull sound.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Yang Gao's gasping wailing sound suddenly became louder.

Everyone rushed to Yang Gao, the skin on the latter's right hand was completely scalded, and clusters of white balls were emerging like those fishes.

The long sheepskin sleeves on the arms were also rapidly corroding, leaking a pungent and smelly liquid.

Fang Yao said anxiously: "Take off the outer clothes!"

If the liquid penetrates into the skin again, the whole arm may be useless!
Yang Gao was so painful that his fat round face was twisted into a ball, and his left arm, which was still intact, tore his clothes vigorously.

Fang Yao rushed forward to help him, and Ah Wu, Gou Wa and the others also pushed forward.

But Yang Gao rolled and struggled in pain, he was already very strong, but now when he was mad, he was even more powerful.

Everyone couldn't hold him down at all, and the group became more anxious and chaotic.

"Damn it, I don't want this hand!"

Yang Gao's eyes were red with pain, he pushed the crowd away, pulled out the machete with his left hand, and was about to swing it at his right arm!
"don't want--"

Fang Yao hissed, and just as she was about to rush forward again, there was another sound of wind breaking through the air.

"what……"

A stone hit the tiger's mouth of Yang Gao's left hand, causing his left arm to go numb, and the gleaming machete dropped instantly.

Fang Yao quickly caught the knife with sharp eyes and quickly hid behind her back.

Fan Chen, who was dressed in a black outfit, rushed over quickly and restrained Yang Gao a few times, and everyone had time to help him take off his coat.

Yang Gao was tall and strong. Seven or eight of them, A Wu and Gou Wa, lifted him up and ran towards the camp with all their strength. Fang Yao followed closely behind.

Fan Chen stood still, looking around.

Suddenly, an extremely faint cry came from the upper reaches of the river.

"Ah, is there anyone..."

Fang Yao's body froze, and she stopped for a moment. This voice...isn't it Dong'er, the servant girl of "Mr. Zhang" lying on the ground? !

She turned her head, and her eyes collided with Fan Chen's. Immediately, both of them looked towards the upper reaches of the river in unison.

Because the voice was too soft, except for the two of them, no one else heard it. Ah Wu and the others hurriedly carried Yang Gao for more than ten meters away.

Fang Yao thought of Yang Gao's arm, so she could only quickly say to Fan Chen: "I'll leave this to you."

After that, he lifted the hem of his heavy clothes, and chased after him with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

Fan Chen looked over, there was a lot of wind and snow, and Fang Yao's back quickly disappeared into the forest.

He glanced down at the person on the ground, stepped over her body, and walked forward.

The north wind swept in with icy snowflakes. A moment later, he stood by a pit, looking down at the thin girl who fell inside.

Her clothes were still thin, her arms were tightly hugged in front of her body, she looked up at him, her eyes lit up, she murmured as thin as a mosquito: "Mu, Mr. Mu..."

……

In the carriage camp.

Fang Yao and the others carried Yang Gao, who was temporarily paralyzed, back to the bullock cart, and carefully placed the latter on the bed covered with woolen mats.

Yang Gao took off his coat, and he was wearing a thin jacket and inner jacket. He was blown by the wind and snow along the way just now, and most of his body was as cold as ice lumps.

Fang Yao pulled out a blanket to cover him, and hurriedly ordered Li Fugui to surround him.

"Quickly, call my sister! Light the brazier, bring hot water, and bring a bowl of sorghum wine!"

"well!"

Li Fugui turned around in a hurry, and almost ran into A Wu Niang who came to join in the fun, "Hey, you don't want to make trouble at this time!"

Erya hurriedly brought over the brazier from her own ox cart, with this, the carriage instantly became warmer.

Fang Yao dug out Yang Gao's oversized soup bowl from under the tea table, and carefully placed Yang Gao's right hand on it.

Jiang told Dabao and Xiaomei not to get out of the carriage, and rushed over with a large canvas bag containing various medicines.

"He, why is his hand like this!"

Looking at Yang Gao's unrecognizable right hand, Jiang's feet almost went limp in fright.

I saw the dense white spheres, which became denser and denser visible to the naked eye, obviously still bubbling out like crazy.

The largest clumps were even bigger than eggs!

Fang Yao pulled Jiang Shi in and covered her with a veil, "Sister, be careful, you don't want to touch these things."

As she said that, she took out two daggers and threw them together on the barbed wire on the charcoal brazier to burn them up, "Sister, help him heal the wound on his hand, and I will help you by the side."

Jiang's hands were a little weak, she hurried to find the canvas bag Fang Yao gave her, but was stopped.

Fang Yao took out a small brocade bag from her close pocket, untied the red string on the bag, and carefully poured out a package of things wrapped in white silk handkerchief from inside.

"Sister, use this."

She gently opened the silk handkerchief, and there were two balls with green hairs inside, many of the green hairs were scattered into debris, and the handkerchief was also dyed a little dark green.

Jiang didn't ask further, she tried her best not to tremble, "How, how?"

"Master, the wine is here!"

Li Fugui poured a bowl of sorghum wine, and when he saw Yang Gao's hands through the gap in the curtain, his voice trembled.

Fang Yao quickly took the wine, put the pottery bowl on the table, and said softly and quickly, "Scrape off these white hairs with a knife, and I will help to apply the medicine."

"This, will Yang Gao be able to recover in this way?" Jiang's eyes lit up slightly.

Fang Yao paused, she was actually not sure, so she could only say to herself, "Maybe."

Jiang Shi immediately understood, her heart sank, but she didn't ask any more questions, carefully picked up a dagger, and slowly stretched it towards Yang Gao's right hand.

Fang Yao's heart clenched tightly, she is very fortunate now that Fan Chen arrived in time and pressed Yang Gao's acupuncture points.

Otherwise, in the absence of anesthesia, she and Jiang really don't know what to do.

I saw the tip of the knife, which was slightly blackened by the high temperature, lightly scratched the bottom of the clusters of white balls.

After a slight hoarse pricking sound, the largest white ball fell into the soup bowl. Without a foundation, they quickly turned yellow and began to wither slowly.

It's just that this is far from keeping up with the speed at which they emerge.

As soon as Jiang's knife point was removed, Yang Gao's corroded and rotting skin quickly emerged this ghost thing again!
With sharp eyes and quick hands, Fang Yao crushed the green hair balls that had been held on her fingertips in advance, and a lot of green powder fell on the place where the white balls had just grown.

A miraculous thing happened, where the green powder fell, the white balls did not continue to grow.

"This works!"

There was joy in Jiang's voice.

Fang Yao's heart, which was raised nervously, wobbled back into her stomach. It seemed that she had guessed correctly.

The "Mr. Zhang" who didn't respond to the mask or the booklet is very likely to be a person infected with a different kind of epidemic, and a real...human being.

So, she tried to use the green hairy balls she found in the cave temple.

Unexpectedly, although the symptoms were not exactly the same, it was still useful.

She let out a breath silently, nodded and said: "Well, continue."

(End of this chapter)