I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 625 Deep-rooted hatred

More people means more strength. Without the poison, the blood corpse is like a toothless tiger. Although it is uncomfortable to hit a human body, at most it is a broken tendon and bone, so it will not lose your life. Many officers and soldiers waved their hands The big blade swarmed at the blood corpse on the ground. After a while, the blood corpse stopped moving. These guards and soldiers hated the blood corpse. Although the blood corpse stopped struggling, these people He still didn't let go of its corpse, and he chopped the bloody corpse into pieces with a big blade. This felt incomprehensible. The entire Zhang family mansion, including the officers and soldiers plus Governor Zhang's family members, had hundreds of people. Right now, there are only dozens of people left, and the rest are all killed by these blood corpses. This has to make these people's hearts full of deep-seated hatred for this blood corpse.

Governor Zhang hugged his youngest son, Wang Zhixian, Master Zhu and others and walked towards Taoist Master Qingfeng. Governor Zhang put his youngest son on the ground and supported Taoist Master Qingfeng. Seeing a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help but Shocked, he asked eagerly, "Daoist Qingfeng...you...are you alright?"

Daoist Qingfeng coughed a few times, spit out a mouthful of bloody foam, his chest heaved violently, and said weakly: "The poor Taoist will not die for a while...you go and see how my apprentice is doing..."

Governor Zhang looked up at the place where Zhou Ming was, and said to a few people beside him, "Invite that little Taoist leader over quickly..."

Those people responded, walked over and carried Zhou Ming over. Zhou Ming was holding a vinegar jar with one hand, and the other hand was still inside the vinegar jar. As Zhou Ming got closer, a strong smell of vinegar wafted away. Open, smoked people want to sneeze.

Those people put Zhou Ming down, and Zhou Ming glanced at his master. Seeing his old man's complexion was sallow, with blood on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help being shocked, and hurriedly asked, "Master...how did you get hurt? Is it serious?"

Daoist Qingfeng did not answer, but glanced at Zhou Ming, and said lightly: "Stretch out your hand, poor Taoist, take a look..."

Zhou Ming just took advantage of that group of people dealing with the blood corpses, and used most of the jar of vinegar, and smeared it all over his body, exuding a vinegar smell all over his body. He didn't waste the remaining half jar of vinegar, and kept his hands in it all the time. Come out, listen to what the master said, and then pulled out his hand, and when he took it out to see, he was also shocked, his arms and palms were more than twice as thick as usual, and many rotten places had not healed. It didn't continue to deteriorate, and it looked really scary.

"Master...how did the apprentice's arm become like this..." Zhou Ming asked in disbelief, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

Daoist Qingfeng's breathing gradually calmed down, and he sighed and said: "Feng'er...it's good if you can keep this arm of yours...at least it can be used...if you come here later in the evening as a teacher, your arm The arm will be rotten...It may spread to the whole body, and finally turn into a pool of pus and blood..."

"Can that disciple's arm return to its previous state? How can he see people in the future after making this disciple like this?" Zhou Ming was a little anxious. The half of his arm was white and rotted in some places. What do you think? Zhou Ming, who has always paid more attention to appearance, couldn't accept how disgusting he felt.

(End of this chapter)