Chapter 2242 The Miao Youth Loves Me 04
Nan Yixing placed his fingertips lightly on the corpse driver's wrist. He felt a disordered pulse beneath his fingertips, as if countless tiny insect legs were moving under the skin.
He frowned slightly and said in a calm voice, "The poison and the poison are intertwined. We need to remove the poison first and then get rid of the poison."
"Otherwise, the poison will spread along with the insect, and the backlash will be even worse."
Upon hearing this, Falcon frowned and was horrified after a careful investigation.
"Master, it looks like the Phantom Moth Sleeping Gu."
After hearing this, the Miao King pointed seriously and said, "Check again, how much of the poison has penetrated into your body?"
Fan Ruoxi asked from behind Nan Yixing: "What is... the Phantom Moth Sleeping Gu?"
"The Phantom Moth Sleeping Gu is the best at confusing people's minds. Now that the Gu has penetrated into the marrow, I'm afraid that ordinary methods are too late to solve it."
Falcon felt helpless, his eyes turned to Jinchen, his tone complicated.
"…I'm afraid only the young master can solve it."
Everyone's eyes turned to Jinchen.
The young man was leaning against a carved pillar, playing with the silver bell on his waist with his fingertips. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, "You want my Zi Nannan to work?"
He slowly stretched out his hand towards King Miao and shook his fingers, his meaning was obvious.
The Miao King's beard twitched and he glared, "...You've robbed me of all my treasures!"
Jinchen tilted his head with a smile.
King Miao waved his hands helplessly, "Okay, okay, go pick one yourself, that's all right, right?"
Jinchen was satisfied then. He walked to the corpse driver with his hands behind his back and took out a palm-sized purple butterfly from the bamboo basket at his waist.
The butterfly's wings were as thin as smoke, glowing with a faint purple glow under the candlelight. When it flapped its wings, fine phosphorus powder fell to the ground like stardust.
"Oh my God, what a beautiful butterfly." Chu Wan exclaimed.
Their eyes fell on the butterfly, and only Nan Yixing looked quietly at Jinchen.
Jin bit his fingertip and fed it a drop of blood.
The butterfly circled twice in his palm, then flew lightly towards the corpse driver and stayed briefly at his mouth and nose.
At the moment the purple butterfly flapped its wings, a strange "gurgling" sound suddenly came from the corpse driver's throat, as if something was stirring in a sticky liquid.
Nan Yixing frowned slightly, took a half step back calmly, and the silver needle in his sleeve had already slipped between his fingers.
"It's coming." Jinchen raised his eyebrows and chuckled, the silver snake earrings emitting a strange light under the candlelight.
Suddenly, the corpse driver's mouth opened unnaturally wide, and his lower jaw made a crisp sound as it was forcibly stretched open.
A mass of black and red mucus gushed out from deep in the throat, and the sticky threads pulled out disgusting filaments in the air.
“Ugh——” Chu Wan suddenly covered her mouth, her face pale.
Fan Ruoxi subconsciously protected her, but also turned his face away involuntarily.
The ball of slime fell to the ground and was still wriggling.
When the mucus dispersed a little, everyone could see that it was a black moth the size of a palm, with red lines like blood vessels all over its wings.
The moth's body was covered in mucus and blood, its six long and thin legs were still twitching, and when its wings flapped, it flung out bits of smelly black blood.
"Did this man swallow this moth alive?" He Mo Ning's voice trembled and he almost dropped the medicine bag in his hand.
Bai Shi tightly grasped He Mo Ning's sleeve, his knuckles turning white, "Brother...it, it's still moving."
The most creepy thing is that there is a long and thin flesh tube attached to the moth's abdomen.
The other end was still inserted in the corpse driver's throat, twitching and wriggling as the moth struggled, like a baby's umbilical cord.
Jinchen: “Ah-San!”
"Hey, here I come."
Ah San suddenly raised his foot and stepped accurately on the moth with the sole of his shoe.
The moment the moth exploded, a stream of dark green juice spurted out, splashing on the bluestone floor tiles and emitting wisps of white smoke.
The purple butterfly flew back gracefully, and in full view of everyone, it suddenly circled around Nan Yixing.
Finally, it landed on Jinchen's braid, and its butterfly wings trembled slightly.
Jinchen's smile deepened as he stared at Nan Yixing, "Brother, my butterfly said she likes you very much."
Nan Yixing's expression did not change, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his tone was gentle, "Thank you, young master."
Jinchen refused to give in, lightly touching the butterfly wings with his fingertips, smiling brightly and dangerously.
"How about giving it to my brother?"
Falcon and Asan had subtle expressions, seeming helpless yet accustomed to it, as if they were watching Jinchen's prank that came to him on a whim.
Nan Yixing's eyes moved slightly, still maintaining that tolerant and polite attitude, and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Next time, I will give you a return gift next time."
Jin Chen narrowed his eyes, interest flashing in his purple pupils, "It's a deal then, brother, don't lie to me."
[Lingdan, do you think my wife is too defensive towards me?] Jinchen was dissatisfied.
Ling Gungun choked, [Lord Lord is still going on about his character setting, please don't interrupt, where is the cold Buddhist disciple of the South Gate! ]
[……] Just say that you should watch less weird things.
Bai Xi suddenly stepped forward and placed his fingertips on the corpse driver's wrist pulse. The pulse felt deep and sluggish under his fingertips, and both the inch and joint pulses were stagnant.
He pursed his lips and whispered, "Qi and blood are rushing backwards, and poison is stagnating in the three burners. It's like accidentally taking a highly poisonous herb like Gelsemium elegans or... Tripterygium wilfordii."
Bai Xi raised her head and looked at Nan Yixing, with a hint of eagerness in her eyes.
"Brother, let me try?"
Nan Yixing nodded slightly, his eyes as calm as water.
Bai Mi got the response, and with trembling fingertips she pulled out a three-inch needle from the silver needle bag.
He took a deep breath, lightly touched the corpse driver's Hegu acupoint with the tip of the needle, and slowly inserted it.
Chu Wan also reached out to feel the pulse, and nodded after a moment: "The pulse is sluggish, the poison has entered the blood, Junior Brother's judgment is correct."
"The most urgent task is to wake him up first, then detoxify him. After all, the nature of the poisoning still needs further determination."
After getting the confirmation, Bai Shi felt relieved, his acupuncture technique became more stable, and he took another needle and inserted it into the Ren Zhong point.
The corpse driver's pale face seemed to relax and his eyelids trembled slightly.
Just as a smile appeared on Bai Shi's lips, he suddenly heard a fluttering sound coming from the pool of black blood on the ground.
The moth, which should have been dead, suddenly flapped its wings, and its broken wing membrane scraped across the blue bricks, making a sharp sizzling sound!
Bai Shi was frightened, his hands were shaking, and the tip of the needle left a bloody mark on the corpse driver's wrist.
His heart was pounding, cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and his mind went blank.
It’s over, this stitch went astray!
Nan Yixing's eyes suddenly darkened, and with a flick of his wrist, three silver needles flew out of the air and accurately pierced the corpse driver's Baihui, Tanzhong, and Yongquan acupoints.
When the needle went in one inch, the corpse driver suddenly opened his eyes and spurted out another mouthful of black blood from his throat. His muscles were as tight as iron and he could not move. Only his abdomen was cramping violently and he was obviously in unbearable pain.
Bai Shi froze in place, his fingertips still holding the crooked silver needle, his ears buzzing.
Nan Yixing didn't even bend his waist, and just used the strength of his fingers to send the needle into the acupuncture point, stabilizing the situation in an instant.
He lowered his eyes and stared at the completely dead moth on the ground, feeling an indescribable bitterness in his heart.
He was only one step away from proving himself...
How can I show my strength in front of King Miao?
"The successor of this generation of Nanmen is indeed worthy of his reputation." King Miao stroked his beard and nodded, with admiration flashing in his turbid eyes.
Jinchen leaned against the pillar, his purple eyes reflecting Nan Yixing's calm profile, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
"Brother is so awesome." He played with the butterfly on his fingertips with a frivolous tone, but when he looked at Nan Yixing, there was a bit of seriousness in his eyes.
Nan Yixing curled his lips slightly and nodded at him.
"Falcon is safe." The Miao King raised his hand and signaled, "Help the man in, and we will detoxify him later."
The eldest disciple, Falcon, stepped forward and, together with the two Miao boys who came forward, lifted up the still convulsing corpse driver and dragged him to the inner room.
