Everyone was busy arguing, but they didn't pay attention to the changes of the iron rod lama. At this time, they saw that the lama's face turned blue, his body was stiff, and a layer of black fuzz was growing on his face and hands. The blood vessels in his body were swelling, and the black veins were clearly visible, just like a nerve line growing outside the skin. This originally alive person was like a zombie about to turn into a corpse.

I said to everyone, "Don't panic, this is just a corpse. It's still time to save people. You should light a smaller fire quickly... and you also need a bowl of clean water and a wheat tube at least twenty centimeters. The faster the better."

Uncle Ming also knew that this iron rod lama was an important figure. With him, many ancient Tibetan customs can be solved easily. He is also proficient in Tibetan medicine and medicine. With his help, he went to Karamir to find the nine-story demon building on the "Dragon Top" and could achieve twice the result with half the effort. He had to save both public and private. He immediately brought Peter Huang and Han Shuna to help save people.

I looked at the palm of the iron rod lama's right hand. The situation here was the most serious. The bruises reached the elbow. The pierced hole in the finger was as big as a pea. Half of the arm was black and purple. Pressed gently with your hand, and the skin was as if it was muddy, which began to ulcerate from the inside out.

Looking at the situation of the iron rod lama, it was in danger. I held the "black donkey hoof" in my hand tightly, thinking in my heart that it would be great if there were a few more. There were too few black donkey hoofs. Although I just told everyone that it was too late to save the lama, it seemed that I was not sure about one-tenth of sure, but if I did nothing, I could only watch him die slowly...

While I was weighing the pros and cons in my mind, and even a little hesitant, Shirley Yang patted my shoulder lightly: "Everything is ready, but where can I find any wheat pipes on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau? Guide Taxi took off his copper pipe pipe. Do you think it's suitable?"

I took it from Shirley Yang and saw that it was a copper tube of hookah, which was slender and hollow, just in time for use. I moved the iron rod lama to the small fire they had just lit, poured half of the big bowl of clean water, put the rest under the lama's right hand, then took out the paratrooper knife and cut the old and hard black donkey hoof off a small piece.

Everyone surrounded the fire and watched my every move with concern. Shirley Yang asked me, "Do you still want the lama to eat the black donkey's hooves? This thing will cause death if you eat it. Even if it is cut into small pieces, it cannot be eaten."

The fat man also expressed doubts and said, "Commander Hu, Uncle Lama has not yet died. Do you really want to treat him as a big rice dumpling?"

Uncle Ming also asked: "Can black donkey's hooves cure diseases? Some explanation?"

I sucked my teeth and said to the onlookers: "Comrades, don't mess around with each other, okay? This is the reason for fate. The iron rod lama is not a zombie, but his current situation seems to be entangled by corpse gas. Only by burning thick smoke with black donkey's hooves and smoky at the sores can you save it. If you have other ways, tell me quickly. If there is no, don't delay me from saving people."

Shirley Yang, Fatty, Uncle Ming and others felt inexplicably, and said in unison: "Use smoke?"

I no longer argued with them. I first pulled out a small piece of dried cow dung from the fire, and then put a small piece of black donkey's hooves together to burn it. When the black donkey's hooves encountered the fire, a lot of clear smoke immediately appeared, but it was strange that the smoke was neither black nor white, and the color was light. The smoke gradually rose on the fire. Except for the strange smell of rotten leaves, there was no special smell, which made people cry.

I waved my hand and asked everyone to take a few steps back so that they should not be surrounded so that they would not be smoked. Then I soaked the middle finger of the iron rod lama's right hand in clean water to dissolve the pus and blood on the edge of the hole.

I suddenly thought that the middle finger of a person belongs to the heart. If the corpse qi entangles the heart veins, even if the black donkey hoof of Zhang Guo, among the Eight Immortals, it is probably impossible to save the lama's life.

I added a small piece of black donkey's hooves. Seeing the smoke gradually gather, I held the brass cigarette pipe in my mouth and blew the burned cigarette to the sores of the lama's fingers. It kept smoking. In less than half a minute, I saw clear water in the broken holes on the fingertips, flowing out drop by drop, and more than a bowl of water flowed. I saw that the fruit was effective, and I was happy and got a breath of breath. I took the cigarette pipe in my mouth and took a breath, and immediately inhaled a large mouthful of smoke, which made me snot and tears flow out. I felt the indescribable nausea in my chest, and my mind was spinning. So I quickly handed the cigarette pipe to the fat man and asked him to replace me for the time being.

I went outside the door and vomited for a while. After breathing a few mouthfuls of air after the rain, I felt a little better. When I returned to the ancient bunker, there was no clear water flowing out of the iron rod lama's fingertips. The sore seemed to be blocked by something from the inside. I fired a flashlight and shone it, and there seemed to be a black thing inside.

Shirley Yang hurriedly found a small tweezers, disinfected it, clamped the black object in the wound, and gently pushed it out. When he saw that it turned out to be a bunch of black hair, all of which were curled and knotted. I don’t know how it got in, and then used the black donkey’s hooves to smoke and grill it, and then clean water flowed out again. After a while, a mess of hair was taken out from it.

Whenever I took out some black hair, the black fluff on the lama's face seemed to be reduced a little. Thankfully, it seemed that there was finally rescue. Just clear all the black hairs of the zombies before the remaining half of the black donkey's hooves were used up, so that they could ensure that there was no harm.

The life of the lama was saved, and my heart was finally relaxed. I lit a cigarette, sat on the ground while smoking and watched Shirley and Yang rescue the iron rod lama. At this time, Uncle Ming came over and asked me, he wanted to know why the black donkey hoof was effective against zombies. Soon after, the expedition team entered Karamir, Kunlun Mountain. They should prepare enough to bring a large number of them in case of emergency. After returning to Hong Kong, they would also have to put more than a hundred at home.

My understanding of the black donkey hoof was first derived from the stories mentioned by my grandfather. At that time, my grandfather often told such stories, such as a young man who was greedy for the night and lived halfway in a dilapidated and uninhabited temple. At night, he was half asleep, and a zombie flew down from the sky outside. That thing was called flying zombie. The zombie was holding a big girl, maybe she was caught from another place. When he arrived at the temple, he wanted to eat the big girl's meat and drink the big girl's blood. The young man bravely put the black donkey hoof into the zombie's mouth, and the zombie was finished. The young man and the big girl fell in love at first sight, and then he went to do whatever he wanted.

When I was a little older, I was no longer interested in this kind of mentally retarded story. At that time, my grandfather would tell me some real experiences or folk legends, but he didn't know much about the origin of the black donkey's hooves. He only knew that it was a special thing for professional tomb robbers to touch the gold lieutenant, which could deal with zombies and zombies in ancient tombs and deserted tombs. There are many legends. The reason why it thrusts people alive is that the fine hairs on the corpse. According to Shirley Yang's point of view, it may be a kind of corpse fungus being stimulated by bioelectricity, which caused aggravation of changes. However, we have no way to know whether this is the case. We only know that some items are used to restrain corpse transformations, which have good effects, not just this one.

Uncle Ming suddenly realized: "Oh, if I say this, I will understand. It's like Maoshan Technique is made of peach wood, and the lieutenant uses black donkey's hooves. According to what your brother Hu said last time, it is to kill pigs and butts, and each has its own way of killing."

I said, "Uncle Ming, you have a good memory. In fact, we are like-minded and are all determined to make a fortune. The methods used are very different. Just like your ancestors doing the back of corpses and tilts, don't you also have to go out and worship the Thirteen-bearded Magnetic Cat first, and then bring three double yellow eggs before daring to do it."

In the past, I also watched the sky by landing on the well, thinking that the black donkey's hooves could only be stuffed into the mouth of zombies. In fact, there are many uses, which I have never heard of. Later, in the Beijing bun shop, I heard Chen Xiaozi talk about the usage of black donkey's hooves and other objects in detail.

Legend has it that in the early years, a lieutenant of gold-touching school was engaged in Yandang Mountain. Suddenly, a thunderstorm was encountered, and a hole was opened in the mountain. He leaned inside. He looked like a house. It turned out to be an ancient tomb. Judging from experience, there must be treasures in it. So the lieutenant of gold-touching school fell down the rope and saw a huge coffin in the underground palace. When he opened it, he saw that the dead lying inside had white beard and a belly, and looked very handsome. He was not an ordinary person at first glance. He got a bead from the mouth of the corpse and an ancient sword from the coffin. He wanted to wait for him to look again. The coffin and the underground palace were blown by the mountain wind from the outside and turned into ashes. He only found two ancient characters "Daye" that were preserved and still recognizable. Judging from it, this should be an ancient tomb of the Sui Dynasty.

Seeing that there was nothing else in the acupoint, the magistrate left the ancient sword, wrapped it with beads and walked away. When he went out, his ankle was accidentally knocked by a hard object. He felt a little hurt at the time and did not pay attention. However, after returning home, he washed his feet with warm water. He felt a small blister appeared on the scratch. He felt itchy and painful. His whole leg began to gradually turn black and ulcer. An old friend happened to visit. This old friend was a doctor and had many secret recipes from his family. When he saw the wound on the magistrate's feet, he knew that it was pierced by the mane of the corpse. He urgently ordered someone to find the black ****. As long as the dry and white ones were not found, he was so anxious that he was wandering around. At this time, he found the black donkey hoof preserved at the magistrate's home. According to the ancient formula, this object also worked for evil spirits and evil spirits. He burned smoke and took out many white hairs like beards from the wound. After that, this secret recipe began to be used by the magistrate.

I told Uncle Ming this mainly because I wanted to distract my energy slightly, because the life of the iron rod lama was hanging on a thread, which puts a lot of psychological pressure on me. What should I do if the hooves of Ruyi black donkey are not enough? I didn’t dare to think about this kind of pessimistic thought.
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