The blood mark was clear, but no blood flowed out. Yang Yanqing's force was just right. Qi Shi felt a stream of heat spread along the blood mark, and a stream of air was squeezing inside his arm!

Wu Laoliu was stunned when he saw it, and couldn't help but get closer. He didn't forget to tighten the rope in his hand. As soon as he approached, Qi Shi, who was worried that there was no place to pull him, grabbed Wu Laoliu's wrist and pinched his nails into the flesh. Wu Laoliu screamed in pain: "You pinch yourself, why are you pinching me?"

"It will hurt if you pinch yourself." Qi Shi gritted his teeth and said, "You just bear it."

Seeing that Qi Shi might die, Wu Laoliu held back. Yang Yanqing did not stop the movement of his hand. He held Qi Shi's wrist with his left hand, and didn't know where he pinched it. Qi Shi felt that the pinched part was in pain and was already sweating profusely. Yang Yanqing's other hand held the stones one by one, without any intention of stopping. Each one was just right, but the blood marks were clearly seen, and the skin was on the edge of the piercing, but he couldn't flow out. Wu Laoliu was amazed and applauded Yang Yanqing's technique, but he didn't understand: "Brother, is this useful?"

"Do you know what the poison of the seven-star begonia is?" Yang Yanqing asked, and his hands still did not stop.

Wu Laoliu said: "I know this poison is extraordinary, but it has been many years since I have never heard of anyone who has been infected, so I don't know what characteristics it is when it attacks."

"Once the toxins of the Seven Star Begonia spread to the brain, the brain of the poisoned person will suffer severe erosion." Yang Yanqing deliberately did not look at Qi Shi's face: "The poisoned person will begin to lose his memory and his reaction will become increasingly slow. In addition to this, the toxins of the Seven Star Begonia will also cause direct damage to the body. The flesh and flesh of the whole body will slowly rot and fall off."

Wu Laoliu beat a chilling cicada: "Don't the flesh and flesh start to rot after a person dies?"

"This is the power of the Seven Star Begonia. If you still breathe a sigh of relief, the flesh on your body will begin to rot. You will see the flesh peeling off with your own eyes. This pain is not only physical, but also completely put a person in a state of despair." Yang Yanqing said: "If the toxins in Qi Shi's body are not excreted in time, Qi Shi will become a white skeleton."

Qi Shi's heart suddenly accelerated, and the pulse was beating more and more fiercely. Feeling Qi Shi's change, Yang Yanqing seized the opportunity and pulled Qi Shi's arm hard. When the leaping of his arms was the most obvious, the stone pressed down hard, and immediately the skin was blooming. A stream of black blood sprayed out, almost splashing on Yang Yanqing. His body slightly sideways, and the black blood splattered on the ground and landed on a stone, like black asphalt!

Only then did Qi Shi feel the real pain, and his subordinates' strength became heavier. Lao Liu frowned. This was not enough. Yang Yanqing began to squeeze the wound hard again, hoping to squeeze the flesh out. Qi Shi's throat was very dry: "Brother, isn't it okay?"

"Power the poison into one place and let it be completely cleared. Even if it is left a little, it will become the murderer of your murder in the future." Yang Yanqing said: "Do you want to suffer a little now or leave hidden dangers?"

Qi Shi gritted his teeth: "I'll endure it."

Yang Yanqing didn't say anything, but continued to squeeze Qi Shi's wound. A little black blood gushed out. He immediately wiped it with a handkerchief, and never got any black blood. He returned like this until the black blood completely disappeared and the bright red blood flowed out was the light red blood. He stared at the dirty handkerchief on his hand. Yang Yanqing buried it aside and pressed a stone on it, very cautious.

The edge of Qi Shi's wound was no longer bloody, completely pale, and the same was true for his lips. Looking at his fingers again, the color on the fingernails was light red, as if the blood in his body had been lost. Wu Laoliu shook Qi Shi's hand away, but Qi Shi had no strength and fell in his arms again: "Laoliu, I can take care of you today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "hiss". Yang Yanqing pulled off a corner of his clothes, tore it into strips, and tied it to Qi Shi's wound: "There is no medicine, just let it go, now you have no strength, right? I'll carry you."

Unable to allow Qi Shi to refuse, Yang Yanqing carried Qi Shi on his back [31 Novel Network]. Wu Laoliu continued to walk with Wuming. After so many years, it was the first time that Qi Shi was backed by Yang Yanqing. When he felt the power of Yang Yanqing's back, he couldn't help but sigh. In his eyes, Yang Yanqing was still the actress who was beautiful on the stage. Because of this, he always subconsciously placed himself in the position of a protector, protecting Yang Yanqing's safety wholeheartedly, and only let Yang Yanqing act as the spiritual leader and give advice, but he did not expect that Yang Yanqing's power was far beyond his imagination and was a force that was enough to trust.

Qi Shi's nose felt sour: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm careless."

"A man doesn't cry easily." Yang Yanqing said: "It's just that the army is defeated for a while. We are still the winner now. As long as we return to the hall, all three of us will be captured. We have time to waste it slowly."

Wuming knew that these words were for him, but he was not anxious or impatient. He just walked slowly behind Wu Laoliu. Yang Yanqing stopped: "Laoliu, let him walk in front, you are behind."

Wu Laoliu suddenly realized that Wuming walked in front of him, and he followed behind him, and Yang Yanqing walked side by side with Wuming, with about three people apart: "How did you get the wound on your face? Look at your eyebrows, you were also a handsome young man in the past."

Wuming's eyelids twitched several times in a row. He didn't say a word, as if he was unwilling to mention his injury. From killing Chen Aqi, to deliberately leaving a jade ring, to Jiangcheng commemorating the dead, there were more and more clues about Wuming, but they were intertwined, becoming a complex net, covering Yang Yanqing and unable to break free. It seemed that he could only interrogate him after going back.

Yang Yanqing did not try Wuming anymore, and accelerated his pace to the King's Palace. When it was dawn, he finally arrived outside the hall. Perhaps he heard the footsteps outside, and the people inside rushed out one after another. When they saw everyone, they were very excited, especially Kong Lingzheng, who stepped forward: "Your surnamed Yang, you are finally back."

He punched Yang Yanqing in the chest. Seeing Qi Shi sleeping on his back, he swept his bandaged wound again, and couldn't help but be stunned: "What happened?"

Xie Qize saw Wuming: "I caught him too, it seems that you have gained a lot."

Chen Liu said excitedly: "Now everyone is here. Can we leave this ghost place?"

Inoue was lying on the ground, and he was still breathing a sigh of relief. Kong Lingzheng was eager to ask Inoue for medical treatment. Everyone decided to leave Wang Ling. Chen Liu had already used the radio station to contact people outside. Someone would pick him up. They just need to go to the agreed place.

Wu Laoliu and Adjutant Fang were in charge of Inoue and Wuming respectively. Inoue was injured and was supported by Adjutant Fang after being tied up. He glanced at Wuming, and his eyes had become full of murderous aura: "Didn't you let the snake swallow it? Why are you still alive?"

"It's just a big life." Wuming said.

A trace of resentment flashed in Inoue's eyes: "You Chinese people have a saying that raising a tiger is a disaster. I finally understand the truth of this sentence today. You are the tiger I raise. You are the one I raise. You have personally indulged in your own hands and now you have finally dared to make trouble on my head."

"Mr. Inoue." Wuming is not a bully. If he had known that meeting Inoue would be the scene, the cooperation relationship was completely broken, and the two of them would not have to talk about anything anymore: "It's time to do this, and nothing is useless to say. The clues I finally found were lost. Even if I barely survived, I would have to suffer your suspicion. I had expected this to be like this."

Yoshio looked at his companion in front of him with a complicated expression. The fact that the tattoo on his feet had a great impact on him. After a night of rest, all kinds of things happened when he was a child came to his mind, and he became more and more convinced of what these Chinese people said. For example, he thought that he had no parents since he was a child, and his only explanation was that his parents had long died in natural disasters.

I grew up with a group of children since I was a child, and during the process of growing up, the children disappeared one by one. When I was young, the information he received was that the children found their adoptive parents, lived a complete family life, and he was adopted. The adoptive father is a blasting expert. He received relevant education since he was a child and perfectly inherited the abilities of his adoptive father.

However, Yoshio suddenly sighed, and Chen Liu glanced at him: "Why are you sighing?"

"Nothing." Yi Ao is sad. From childhood to adulthood, he always feels that his adoptive parents' attitude towards him is like a teacher treats his students. Although he is meticulous, he always lacks some warmth. Now that the answer has been revealed, he has already admitted the facts in his heart, but he is not willing to face them. He thinks that he is just raised as a tool, but as a Chinese, he is used by Japanese people, and has a lot of worries and is walking slower and slower. He always feels that if he leaves here, he must face the tragic facts!

Chen Liu kicked him impatiently: "Stop being slow, can you do it quickly? Leave this ghost place as soon as possible."

The Chinese woman in front of her was pretty and charming, but she was very fierce. The place she was kicked hurt. Yoshio groaned: "Where did you get the strength if you don't eat or drink?"

"You are really interesting. Now you are just our prisoner, and you still want to eat and drink?" Chen Liu said coldly: "Sure enough, only people like you will not distinguish right from wrong. They don't think about the blood that is bleeding in their bodies, nor do they think about whether their biological parents were killed by Japanese people. They are willing to work hard for Japanese people. Do they still have a little conscience?"

Yoshio's throat surged, and Chen Liu's words were like a sharp knife, piercing into his heart!

"Don't talk nonsense to him, go away quickly." Wu Laoliu said straight.
Chapter completed!