I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 596 It's getting dark
Daoist Qingfeng frowned, and said to Zhou Ming: "Tomorrow, the iron sand in this wound must be taken out, otherwise it will grow into the flesh, and it will never be taken out. Otherwise, your legs will be destroyed. Obsolete."

"Master, help the disciple take it out..." Zhou Ming said with a smile.

"That's good! You have to endure a little pain and don't move around." After speaking, Daoist Qingfeng glanced around, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, handed it to Zhou Ming, and said in a deep voice: " Bite your teeth, don't bite your own tongue, it will hurt after a while."

Zhou Ming had no choice but to open his mouth, and bit the wooden stick tightly, but seeing Daoist Qingfeng raised his hands, and the iron chains on his hands rattled, he groped around for a while, and found He picked up a small dagger, weighed it twice in his hand, and then said: "The torch is also wet, so you can't roast the knife, so just let it go, and if it hurts, bite the wooden stick hard."

Zhou Ming nodded, unavoidably a little nervous, but still squeezed out an ugly smile, and said vaguely, "Master, let's start, this disciple can resist."

Daoist Qingfeng stopped answering, and took a dagger to draw a few gestures on Zhou Ming's wound, and then opened a long gash on his leg, and the blood flowed out instantly, and Zhou Ming fell down immediately in pain. Taking a deep breath, the muscles all over his body tensed, and the cold sweat rolled down. Although it was very painful, Zhou Ming still clenched the wooden stick tightly, trying not to move his body.

Daoist Qingfeng raised his head and looked at Zhou Ming with concern, then lowered his head again, using the dagger in his hand to keep provoking the iron sand inlaid in Zhou Ming's wound. Every iron sand came out of the wound, and Zhou Ming's heart Then he tightened violently for a while, the feeling of pain that ordinary people can't understand at all, and he even scolded Governor Zhang's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, and he and his master kindly persuaded him, but not only did he not listen, He also made people use firecrackers to beat him to death, but in the end he made himself suffer so much, it's hateful!It's so hateful!
While cursing the governor, Zhou Ming bit the wooden stick tightly. It seemed that it was really effective, and the biting pain was indeed reduced a lot.

After working for a long time, Daoist Qingfeng finally cleaned up all the iron sand on Zhou Ming's legs, found the golden sore medicine and sprinkled it on the wound, then tore off the Taoist robe that had already dried up, and gave it to Zhou Ming. The wound was bandaged.

"Okay, finally the iron sand has been shaken out..." Daoist Qingfeng wiped the sweat from his head, and said with relief.

Zhou Ming's body went limp in an instant, the wooden stick in his mouth had been bitten off by him long ago, he opened his mouth and spat it out, panting heavily, and after a while he said: "Master...it really hurts too much. , as if you had died once."
Daoist Qingfeng helped Zhou Ming up, patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and said softly, "It's a good deal to save your legs after so much pain..."

Unknowingly, it was getting late, and the already gloomy sky looked even darker at this moment. Taoist Master Qingfeng stood up and glanced out of the window. His already stretched brows were twisted into a knot again, helpless and sad He said: "It's getting dark... It seems that the catastrophe tonight is inevitable, I hope not too many people die..."

(End of this chapter)