Chapter 208 Beauty Picture

Old Eight was overjoyed when he saw a green gas coming out.

His eyes glowed green.

That was not green gas, that was his future, his wealth.

Lord Qingfeng had already said that as long as he could find a way to kill Wuchang, Qingfeng would take over as the Burial Demon Envoy, and then he, Old Eight, would be the next Siming.

He couldn't wait to lie down at the vent, and took a deep breath, sucking the green gas clean.

Oh, it was so sour.

He felt as if he was hit on the head by a hammer, and tears and snot came down together.

This smell was too strong.

Not only was it pungent, but it also stung his eyes and forehead, and it scratched his heart and lungs and pulled his stomach.

At this moment, he seemed to see the Buddha.

Old Eight's mind went blank.

"Garlic, pepper, barbecue, this is... bullshit!"

That's not the end.

The blood demon's flesh was originally a mixture of various energies, and the green gas was an impurity among impurities, without a single useful energy.

The green gas entered Old Eight's body and immediately began to surge.

Lao Ba didn't have the strong physique of Bai Yu and Lao Mo.

He fell to the ground, twitching all over, foaming at the mouth.

Lao Ba had only one thought in his mind:

"There's poison in the fart."

The noise of Lao Ba falling to the ground alarmed the other demon burial soldiers.

A group of people rushed over and hurried forward to check.

One person said:

"Oh no, Lao Ba is poisoned!"

Another said:

"What poisoning? I think he took poison and committed suicide. There are many people who were possessed by demons and then committed suicide in the demon tomb."

Someone suddenly realized.

"No wonder I saw him sneaking around recently. It turned out that he was affected by the demon."

"Oh, don't say it. Saving people is important. Feed him the detoxification pill quickly."

Human life is at stake, and everyone dared not delay, and immediately fed Lao Ba the detoxification pill.

But this was the impurity energy riot of the blood demon flesh, which was actually not poisoning at all. How could ordinary detoxification pills solve it?

Lao Ba was still twitching all over and unconscious.

Everyone was horrified:

"What should we do? The detoxification pills don't work."

"Oh no, Lao Ba is dying."

At this time, a man stood up resolutely.

His code name was Xuanwu Liu, and others usually called him Lao Liu.

Lao Liu shouted:

"There is a folk remedy in our village. If you commit suicide by taking poison, you have to feed dung to induce vomiting."

Others immediately shouted:

"Don't worry about that. Go get dung and try it out."

Is there dung in the demon tomb? There really is.

Originally, there shouldn't be such a thing in the important place of the Burial Demon Tower.

Lei Yang Sect will distribute Linggu Dan to all Burial Demon monks on a monthly basis.

This Linggu Dan is a good thing, a Xuan-level middle-grade pill, which can not only fast but also assist in cultivation.

However, many older Qi-refining monks are reluctant to eat the pills.

Many people will hide them and bring them to their wives and children when they go out.

As for the young ones, they would sell the spirit stones to exchange for cultivation resources.

In short, many people would rather save them and eat ordinary food.

People's hearts are like this, and the high-level monks of the Buried Demon Tower just turn a blind eye.

So there is really manure in the demon tomb.

This kind of thing is not very cool to say, but this is life.

Let's talk about Lao Liu again. He quickly took a full bucket of manure.

He held a large bucket of manure and was about to feed Lao Ba to eat.

At the critical moment, Lao Ba woke up and shouted:

"I didn't take poison, it was Lord Wuchang, he...he poisoned my fart."

Lao Liu and others heard it.

Good guy, this Lao Ba is really possessed by a demon.

He started talking nonsense, who would poison his fart when he has nothing to do?

Lao Liu shouted:

"He is getting worse and worse, and he is even hallucinating."

"Hurry up and hold him down, pry open his mouth, it will be too late."

Several people pressed his arms, legs, and mouth.

Lao Ba struggled violently.

But it was obvious that he was not as strong as the others.

Tears flowed from Lao Ba's eyes.

…

After a while, Bai Yu was also startled by the noise outside.

He dealt with the smell in the bedroom, and just as he walked out, he saw a group of people arguing there.

He couldn't help but ask:

"What happened? What are you doing?"

Old Six held a bucket of manure and said:

"Lord Wuchang, Old Eight has taken poison, we feed him manure to induce vomiting."

Bai Yu slapped his forehead:

"I really admire you, Old Six. You have to feed liquid to induce vomiting! Who told you to feed dry? Look, he choked and rolled his eyes."

Old Six suddenly realized:

"Yes, yes, yes, how could I forget this? Lord Wuchang is smart."

Without saying a word, he scooped a bucket of liquid and fed it to Old Eight with soup and water.

After a while, Old Eight finally vomited.

Just as the energy in his body calmed down and his body began to recover, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Old Six, his face was full of pride.

Today is another day of doing good deeds.

On the side, Bai Yu couldn't help but feel curious.

There was such a big commotion outside, why didn't I see Qingfeng? Where did he go?

In Huo Siming's training room.

Qing Feng's eyes were blurry at this time, holding a paintbrush in his hand, painting a woman.

The woman had a beautiful face, with water plants wrapped around her body and a pair of red embroidered shoes on her feet.

It was the top-grade red demon in Tomb No. 1!

If Bai Yu saw this, he would definitely shout that Qing Feng was courting death, and he was so bold as to covet a monster.

Qing Feng was originally a playboy of the Lin family, and he would spend every day wandering around the flowers.

After entering the Demon Burial Tower, there were graves everywhere, and it was rare to see female cultivators.

He could not be a bridegroom every night like before.

So, he was so bold that he fell in love with the monster.

Of course, it was not that he would do anything to the monster.

He just looked at it a few more times and then drew it for the convenience of sewing.

If it were any other person in the Xuanwu Tomb, they would have known in their hearts that they would never get involved with monsters.

But Qing Feng was different.

From childhood to adulthood, the power of the Lin family was almost omnipotent.

No matter how big a disaster Qing Feng caused, the family could settle it for him.

The good thing was that he acted very confidently and had a strong leadership temperament.

But there was also a disadvantage, that was that he lacked some proper respect.

What's more, he had the exorcism treasure given by his ancestors. It was just a painting, what could be the problem.

Finally, Qingfeng finished sketching the woman, and even added eyes.

I have to say that although this woman is a monster, she has a unique melancholy temperament, which is really pitiful.

Qingfeng couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile, looking at the person in the painting, he was actually fascinated for a while.

After a while, he was awakened by the sound outside and went out of the stone house to inquire about the situation.

Everyone hurriedly gathered around, talking about Lao Ba's poisoning.

Not far away, Bai Yu narrowed his eyes and subconsciously glanced at Qingfeng's luck.

I saw that Qingfeng's red luck cloud was actually more than half black!

This is a great omen!

Could it be that Qingfeng's death is approaching?