As soon as Huo Chong and Xu Youlin returned to the house, Xiushan had already heard the sound. Seeing Huo Chong's junior brother Xiushan's expression uneasy, Xu Youlin, who was exhausted on the road, had already rushed into the wing room.

Huo Chong was not anxious. The ball was facing upwards, and he was swaying around. Seeing that the junior brother Xiushan looked happy, Huo Chong felt that things were probably done. Sure enough, Xiushan was excited and said with a disgusting feeling: "Senior Brother, the maggots have eaten all the pus!"

Patting Xiushan's shoulder, Huo Chong praised, "Good job!" and then went straight into the wing room. There were two door panels in the wing room, and the two gang members were tied to their heads with their eyes blindfolded. In order to make them feel more comfortable, they all had thick straw mats under them.

Xu Youlin was carefully checking the two parts that helped to reveal them. Whether it was the gang members with a big hole in their chest or the gang members who were injured by a wild boar on their legs, their wounds showed pink tender flesh. The tender flesh had a thin layer of scab. Although the color was still quite scary, the wound was dry and there were signs of healing.

Huo Chong was completely relieved after seeing it. The method of maggots to remove rotten meat was first observed and then created by the British at one stop. Before going to Li Tongshan’s workshop, Huo Chong saw the wounds that were not the case. Probably the two gang members were quite young, and the white blood cells were fighting to swallow bacteria very fiercely, so the wounds were particularly suppurated. A large amount of pus and water oozing out of the wounds, accompanied by the red and swollen wounds, as if the whole person was about to rot on the bed.

The wound of the injured person on his leg had been eaten up by maggots, and the redness and swelling around the wound had been mostly gone. In addition to the dry purple-red skin circle close to the wound, the skin on the outer edge of the wound had returned to a relatively normal color.

The man with a long wound on his chest still had a small part of the carrion on his wound. A bunch of white maggots were squirming and eating, which made the patient with intensive phobia attack immediately.

Xu Youlin looked at it for a while, turned his head away, and pulled Huo Chong to the yard, "Brother Huo, are our people saved?"

Of course, Huo Chong hoped that it was completely fine. If there were no dead people in the Cao Bang, his own pressure would also be reduced sharply. But at this time, it was impossible to guarantee that in this era without antibiotics, God knew what else would happen. Huo Chong said to Xu Youlin: "It should be. It will be decided in a few days."

Xu Youlin covered his blood-filled eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Thank God!"

After muttering a few more words, Xu Youlin let go of his hand and asked hesitantly: "Brother Huo, is Fu Shui so effective?"

Huo Chong didn't want to force himself into a desperate situation, so he replied lightly: "This is your brother's fate. If they are weak like chickens, no method I use is useless."

Xu Youlin breathed a sigh of relief, but moved his heavy steps directly to the steps under the eaves of the corridor. Seeing that the guy finally showed his weak side, Huo Chong felt mixed emotions.

In 1717, the power of superstition was more effective than anything else. Huo Chong wanted to ask the wine brewer Zhu to improve the brewing process through persuasion, but he was scolded by Zhu to find the spray head. When he faced Li Tongshan, Huo Chong changed his methods. He pretended to be a magic trick, which forced Li Tongshan to accept Huo Chong's intervention.

Xu Youlin is a person who travels around the world. He thought it would be useless to pretend to be a ghost. Unexpectedly, when he encountered an unsolvable problem, Xu Youlin, who knew that he could not solve the problem, chose to believe in the mysterious power.

Huo Chong first took out the maggots that had been preparing for a long time, chanted spells and spread talisman water. Finally, he used the super small lamp on the watch to illuminate the maggots for a long time. Xu Youlin, who had originally wanted to fight with Huo Chong, who used the maggots to remove pus, hesitated.

Of course this is not enough. Huo Chong expressed his tough attitude, and Xu Youlin would not agree. Since he had already started casting spells, if the spell was not completed, the maggots that absorbed the yin energy would turn into poison and retaliate against the people in the yard. At this time, the maggots must be used to fight poison to drive the maggots to eat the wounds contaminated with the yin energy and eat all the evil things. Only in this way can everyone be saved.

Seeing that the treatment is effective at this time, Huo Chong hoped that Xu Youlin believed that this was just an unusual healing spell and had nothing to do with supernatural powers. In order to test Xu Youlin, Huo Chong shouted: "Brother Xu."

Xu Youlin didn't say a word. Huo Chong called again, but Xu Youlin still didn't move. Huo Chong hurried over and found that Xu Youlin was just sitting on the steps and fell asleep.

Huo Chong smiled bitterly and asked his junior brother to come and take Xu Youlin to the house to sleep. For nearly ten days, Xu Youlin followed Huo Chong to travel. Huo Chong himself felt exhausted, not to mention that Xu Youlin, who was far from Huo Chong's strong.

Although Huo Chong also wanted to sleep, it was far from enough to have a bottle. The wine in the bottle must not make any mistakes. He told his junior brothers that he had injured his legs and put the gang members of the gang. When the pus in the injured person's chest was eaten up, he collected the maggots and burned them.

The junior brothers lined up their chests to ensure that they would not make any mistakes. The maggots that had been treated with leg injuries had been burned by them. Then Huo Chong ran to Zhu Lianlian's winemaking workshop.

Huo Chong felt weaker and weaker along the way. It seemed that he was still too esteeming his physical strength. Huo Chong slowed down and continued to walk. As soon as he arrived at Zhu Liancheng's house, Zhu Liancheng heard that Huo Chong was coming and rushed out like a rabbit. He grabbed Huo Chong with a look of shock and angrily, "Brother Huo, what did you pour into my wine trough!"

"What's wrong?" Huo Chong asked in confusion.

"My wine is sour! My wine is sour! This pool of thousands of kilograms of wine has been ruined for you!" Zhu Lianlian howled, and to the end, there was a crying sound.

Huo Chong pushed away this guy and strode into the winemaking workshop. There was indeed a faint sour smell in the workshop. Huo Chong opened the wine tank and the smell of alcohol came out, but the smell seemed to be wrapped in something, which was far less than the scent of the white wine.

What was wrapped was not only the smell of alcohol, but Huo Chong could also tell a little sour taste from it, but it was far from the strong sour taste I imagined.

If you treat calm and calm speaking as a ph value of 7, and treat Zhu Lianlian's crying as a ph value equal to 1. This sour taste will at most be considered a slight emotional fluctuation.

"It's okay to have sour taste." Huo Chong replied to Zhu Lianxian who was chasing him.

When Zhu Lianlian heard this, he howled again: "Brother Huo, once the wine is steamed, the sour taste will be strong! Then the wine will be sour that it will not be able to drink at all!"

"Go and call my junior brother. I'll deal with the wine." Huo Chongming said.

After saying that, Huo Chong rolled up his sleeves and began to order the preparation of steaming wine.

Zhu Liantong was full of anxiety, and the two small workers in his workshop were so stupid that they didn't know what to do. Seeing that Huo Chong had already started to do it, Zhu Liantong shouted at one of the small workers: "What are you doing when you are stupid! Go and call someone!"

The steaming process was quite complicated. When Huo Chong's junior brother Liu Shiwang came, it was just the beginning. Huo Chong didn't expect Xu Youlin to follow in staggeringly. Seeing Xu Youlin's listless appearance, he could poke him down with just one finger.

Huo Chong whispered to his junior brother Liu Shiwang: "Go to Li Tongshan and ask him how many kilograms of quicklime he wants. He said I wanted it! Hurry up!"

Junior brother Liu Shiwang took the order and left, and Huo Chong continued to work with Zhu Lianlian.

Sure enough, when the wine starts to come out during the regular steaming process, the wine smell in the air begins to become stronger. As the alcohol content in the wine slurry becomes higher and higher, the smell that is not too sour in the wine tank becomes stronger. In the end, the sour smell in the wine slurry has reached a pungent smell. When the two are mixed together, they cannot be separated at all.

Zhu Lianlian howled again, "Huo Chong! You killed me! You are going to kill me!"

The sour smell came into the nose, and Huo Chong felt a lot more energetic. At this moment, Liu Shiwang, who had been out for a few hours, pushed open the door and rushed in with a wooden barrel. When he saw Huo Chong, he shouted: "Senior Brother..."

"Where is the thing?" Huo Chong shouted.

"Senior Brother..."

"Didn't get the lime?" Huo Chong was a little surprised. Even if Li Tongshan crossed the river and destroyed the bridge, he shouldn't have demolished it so quickly, not to mention that he had no reason to conflict with Li Tongshan.

Junior brother Liu Shiwang was so yelled by Huo Chong that he didn't dare to speak much, so he could only hand over a wooden barrel. Huo Chong dipped his fingers a little and licked it on his tongue. It was indeed quicklime.

When Huo Chong got the stuff, he didn't talk nonsense and tasted the steamed wine first. Sure enough, the sour taste in the wine would never fool anyone. Anyone would know something was wrong after taking a sip.

Pointing at the wine steaming device that had been set up but was useless, Huo Chongming said, "Pour twenty kilograms of wine first."

Zhu Lianlian was disobedient at all, just cursed. Huo Chong was about to do it himself, but a loud voice sounded outside, "Huo Chong! Are you a turtle inside?"

Huo Chong looked out and saw the paper on the window bright. It was afternoon when he came, but now it was morning. The night passed without realizing it.

The door was already open, and Huo Chong walked out. He saw that there were many people standing at the door at some point. It seemed that the young man who was the leader cursing at the workshop had seen him. But Huo Chong, who was surrounded by others, had seen him, that was Mr. Zhu, a winemaker.
Chapter completed!