Changsheng: I can sell everything

Apricot Grove, Willow Hall.

The wounded in front of the tower were all injured in strange shapes, and none of them were normal.

The monk who Song Ciwan saw first, whose legs seemed to have turned into centipedes, was the one with relatively minor injuries.

Some are more serious. For example, there is a female nun with a beautiful face. Except for her head, which is still intact in humanoid shape, and the left half of her body is humanoid, the right half of her body has completely turned into the shape of a scorpion!

If it had a human head and a scorpion body, it might not be so strange, but her head is a human, the left side is a human, and the right side is half a giant scorpion body. This appearance in front of people is really visually impactful.

Horrible, weird, ferocious, and even a little disgusting.

And she was not a special case. Song Ciwan counted seventeen monks who were injured in various ways like this.

There are only three medical practitioners who are walking through it to check and treat.

The three medical practitioners all looked pale, and the various healing spells they cast obviously had no effect on the wounded.

At most, it can heal their superficial injuries, but as for those weird mutations, healing spells cannot deal with them.

There was an old man standing in front of the tower, leaning on a cane. The old man was wearing a thick fur coat in the late spring season. He was stooped and short, and he looked as if he was old enough to fly to the west at any time.

There was a boy in green clothes who was slightly taller than him standing beside him, carefully supporting him.

Yu Wenxu walked in with Song Ciwan, and the old man with a cane said in his old voice: "General Yu, is this person behind you the medical practitioner you brought?"

Without waiting for Yu Wenxu to answer, he added: "Now that people are here, let's come and take a look. See if these people... can be cured?"

Yu Wenxu nodded and introduced the old man with a cane to Song Ciwan: "Little friend Xinglan, this is the branch master of Liuyetang in Demon Town Town, Hall Master Sun."

He then introduced Song Ciwan to Hall Master Sun and said, "My little friend's name is Xinglan. Hall Master Sun, little friend Xinglan has not yet registered her identity in Liuyetang, but she is in the late stage of becoming a god." .”

The meaning of this sentence is actually asking for an identity token from Hall Master Sun for Song Ciwan. However, Song Ciwan has not yet shown her healing skills, so it is hard to say how many stars the identity token should be given.

She couldn't just say it was five stars. Even if Yu Wenxu didn't think she would lie, Liuyetang wouldn't be so hasty.

So after saying this, Yu Wenxu said to Song Ciwan: "Little friend Xinglan, go and take a look at these injured fellow Taoists."

Song Ciwan responded and walked over. She knew that now was the time to test herself.

She walked towards the monk whose feet turned into centipedes first, because among these people, his degree of mutation was considered the mildest.

To be honest, Song Ciwan was a little helpless about this weird mutation and didn't know how to deal with it.

Of course, we should start with the least injured person and try to treat them.

Song Ciwan came to Brother Centipede. Brother Centipede raised his head and looked at her with a cold expression. His eyes were more black than white and looked a little inorganic and terrifying.

The moment the two sides looked at each other, Song Ciwan even felt as if a chaotic evil thought was shooting straight into his mind like a sharp arrow!

"Ah——" Suddenly a scream came out.

Of course, it was not Song Ciwan who screamed, but the Centipede monk who looked at her coldly.

When that vague evil thought came, the small sapling generated from the demon seed in the center of Song Ciwan's sea of ​​consciousness swallowed up the evil thought with a slight hook. Swallowing the evil thoughts, the inner demon Xiaomiao only shook slightly, but the Centipede monk in front of Song Ciwan suddenly screamed miserably as if he had suffered a major blow.

As he screamed, two lines of strange green stuff that looked like blood and mucus flowed out of his eyes.

The people nearby were startled by the movement and immediately turned their gazes here.

Among them, a medical practitioner who was walking among the wounded had a particularly changed expression.

This medical cultivator is tall and thin and looks like a young man, but he has a mustache and small, sharp eyes.

The mustache doctor immediately rushed to Song Ciwan's side and said angrily: "What did you do? I asked you to come here to treat injuries. What did you do? Do you know how to treat them? Are you treating injuries or not? Are you harming people?"

Song Ciwan was not angry at being slapped like this. She just raised her hand and flicked out the word "forbidden".

Then, the mustachioed doctor who was angrily lecturing people found that his mouth seemed to be stuck with glue and he couldn't open it!
Medical doctor with mustache: "Hmmmm..."

I haven't been able to utter a single word for a long time!

This, this, this... if you don't agree with someone, you will use magic to silence them. Is this something that a normal person can do?

The most frightening thing is that the mustache doctor cannot undo this weird and annoying spell to seal the mouth, and he has no power to resist at all.

He was like an impulsive clown. He rushed in front of people and just uttered a sentence, but his language ability was blocked.

All this happened very quickly, and many people failed to react.

When they realized what had happened, the other two medical cultivators looked at each other, and they walked together behind the mustachioed medical cultivator.

They are all four-star medical cultivators, both at the Divine Transformation Stage, and have a long-standing reputation in Liuyetang.

At this time, they were shocked by this unexpected turn of events. The two of them walked over subconsciously. One of them turned to look at Hall Master Sun on the steps and exclaimed as if asking for help: "Master, this woman..."

Song Ciwan didn't wait for Hall Master Sun to speak. He turned around and politely raised his hands to Hall Master Sun on the steps and said, "Hall Master Sun, I observe that the injuries of these fellow Taoists are not ordinary injuries, but rather they look like they have been poisoned." .”

Hall Master Sun stood on the steps with a cane, looking shaky and decrepit.

The old man's temper was gentle. At this time, he only said: "Oh, it's a poison? Then you can cure it?"

Song Ciwan said: "It is still unclear whether the poison can be solved. This junior needs a quiet environment to investigate carefully."

When Hall Master Sun heard this, he sighed in an old voice: "There is a Ten Thousand Saints Execution Formation in the Willow Leaf Hall. Those who have returned from injuries in the Fengmist Plain and have physical mutations will not be able to enter the Willow Leaf Hall. We have no choice but to do so. Temporarily place it in the open space in front of the hall."

After saying this, Hall Master Sun added: "Then just take a good look at it. Shi Han, He Hong, Wu Qingchang, please step aside and don't disturb this little friend's trouble."

The three medical cultivators looked at each other, especially Shi Han, whose language ability was banned by Song Ciwan with forbidden characters. His eyes were particularly angry and unwilling.

However, Hall Master Sun had already spoken, and the three of them did not dare to pester them even if they did not want to.

The three of them took a few steps back, and all eyes fell on Song Ciwan, waiting for her next move.