"Mom, am I going to die?"

Huai Shi opened her eyes from the severe pain and gasped violently.

Feeling indescribable thirst and pain, the holy marks seemed to be about to shatter, the source was scarce, and the eyes were dark, and then a translucent shadow floated over from the side.

It was like a shadow condensed by ashes, and a pair of pupils with dim light looked at him quietly, expressionless, almost scaring Huai Shi to jump up from the ground.

If he could still jump up.

Soon, the gray shadow dissipated, forming a dull face of red gloves, which made Huai Shi breathe for a long time and choke violently.

"Why did you become that ghost?"

"What does it look like?"

Red Glove looked at him in confusion: "I haven't changed anything."

"Fuck, you obviously..."

Before Huai Shi could finish her words, the red gloves in front of him changed again. This time, he finally realized that it was not only the red gloves but also himself.

After the inexplicable bronze mirror merged into his soul, his eyes seemed to have changed. When he focused on his mind, he could easily see through the appearance of things.

Reflecting the essence.

But he finally recovered a little bit of the source quality. After taking a look, he was drained by these eyes again.

With a quick glance, he saw the bones that emerged from his cracks, and countless fine things that were wandering like bugs, like parasites, stored in his blood.

He lowered his head and saw his miserable half of his body.

The left leg was slapped to the edge by the rotten hand, and then it broke into several sections, and there were countless scars on his body, and he almost died on the spot.

The most serious thing is the place where the maggots bite, where the dark toxins are wrapped around the wound, and even with their own poison resistance, they cannot be resolved.

Through the translucent flesh and blood, he could see dense parasites sprouting in the wound...

And the holy marks of one's own bleak movement.

No matter how you look, you look like you're about to die.

If Red Gloves hadn't sensed that he was in danger, came in time, replaced the injured white horse, and had an emergency treatment, he might have left the field in shock...

"suck."

Hong Glove opened the backpack beside him, grabbed a handful of leaves and stuffed them into Huai Shi's hand.

It was not like Huai Shi who was hit hard by a Japanese witch embryo and almost gave it to him for nothing. The red gloves looked quite rewarding, and the basket was stuffed all of them. They were all kinds of plants that Huai Shi didn't recognize, and they were even rich in vitality, which surprised him very much.

There are about forty precious abyss plants rich in many vitality, and the others are types that Huai Shi has never seen before. They are all branches, leaves and fruits that have been stroked. Huai Shi simply doesn't care about it anymore. She grabbed one handful and sucked them all in one breath. After eating most of the basket, she finally took a breath.

Next to it, there was a boiling sound in the crucible that Red Gloves found from somewhere.

"What is that?" Huai Shi asked.

"The butterfly fragrance of India, I found some tobacco leaves and spices there, and tried to make some."

Red Gloves said, and his hands kept pouring the sticky gum in the small crucible into the simple filter. At the end, it remained in the filter and soon formed a gray powder.

The powder is mixed into the dried and chopped tobacco leaves, stirred evenly, and then poured into the juice squeezed from the border plants, mixed, and roughly pinched it into a pointed cone shape with your hands.

One incense is ready.

This is the application of spices in botany in alchemy, which is not within the scope of metallographic science specialized in Huai Shi. But he could also see that the tools are too rough and the techniques are not careful and clever. After wasting a lot of materials, the medicinal effect may not be too good.

But it's enough.

Metal repairs the body and incense heals the soul.

Silver blood potions can bridge wounds, and the incense produced in this alchemy is mostly used to restore the source quality. Unfortunately, unless a small amount of thousand-year-old incense is small, most incense cannot produce source quality out of thin air, and can only force the source quality by stimulating the soul.

It seems like using adrenaline to get rid of sleepiness, using too much is harmful or beneficial.

But the situation is in crisis, so I can only make do with it.

The pale alchemy fire emerged from Huai Shi's fingertips and landed on the top of the tower fragrance. In an instant, the white fire light burned wildly. After swallowing the entire tower fragrance, they were completely burned into dust that could no longer be used.

The place where the replacement was a wisp of sky blue smoke that was sank into Huai Shi's nose after the essence. His face became rosy to the naked eye, and a large amount of source material emerged from the empty soul, dispelling the drowsy sleepiness.

After a rough estimate, I had half of my blue bar filled up, and then the upper limit was deducted a little.

However, Huai Shi's source quality has more than three times the advantage compared to the same level. It is not a big deal to follow the power of things in a hurry. It is actually not a big deal to have less. At worst, you can meditate a few more times after going back, and cultivate for a while, and make up for it.

Finally crawled back from the verge of sudden death at any time, Huai Shi took a breath and wiped off the sweat from her forehead.

"The parasite must be removed."

This is the real big problem.

He thought for a while, pulled out the sacrificial sword and the sword of virtue, and handed it to the red gloves: "I'll command, you'll be the master of the knife... The small hammer is going to pick the cracks, and the sled hammer is done, is there any problem?"

Red Gloves took the knife and sword silently, waiting for his command.

Sometimes Huai Shi would suspect that Red Gloves were still alive. After being given memory, the changes in the legion's ghosts were completely different, and they were as smart as the rebirth of the dead.

But if a person dies, he will die, and he will never be able to resurrect.

What he was before him was just a holy mark carrying the records of the deceased, at best, was like a movable tombstone.

This is just the most basic result of the fusion of fragments of records and holy marks. If the heavens still existed and combined with the high-level holy marks of the holy marks, it would be no different from the resurrection of the dead?

It is precisely because of this that he can more and more realize that the reason why the kingdom of heaven fell was not without reason.

Who would want to become someone else's puppet after death?

This is even more resistant than the necromancer playing with the corpse.

The creators of the Ideal Country's psychopaths committed more than this one. The future division and collective solidification probably laid the foreshadowing a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Huai Shi couldn't help but sigh and heard the thunder sound behind the clouds in the sky.

The gods fight.

But no matter who wins and loses the Dongxia genealogy or the Yingzhou genealogy, it has nothing to do with a little transparency like himself... Although that's what it said, it's probably because the Yingzhou genealogy will suffer losses in the end, right?

Regardless of the size of the genealogy, you can only see the result by looking at the degree of internal unity.

Until now, he still doesn't understand how much waste the Yingzhou genealogy has reached, so how powerful the internal strife is?

Even if the public and the martial family have been fighting for thousands of years, no matter how they have the tradition of fighting among themselves, they cannot transfer conflicts and unanimously under such strong external pressure? Now even the fifth-level holy mark can be picked by the Dongxia genealogy...

Just kidding, that's a fifth-level holy mark!

It is different from the low-level holy marks that can be created in batches and bought with money. They are above the fourth level and truly ruled the miracle of this world!

A humanoid destruction seed that can be walked requires notification when entering and leaving the country. It is a humanoid destruction seed that the astronomical community will pay attention to.

The demigod of the human world!

How many fifth-levels are there in Yingzhou? One or two?

Even if you are all fools, there is no need to be foolish to this level, right?

What are you thinking about?

But what does this have to do with me, Erwuzi, in the astronomical society?

Just as his mind was full of confidence, Huai Shi had already pointed out several parasites that had begun to eat his holy marks with his perspective hanging.

The red glove drew his sword and slashed it down. The Sword of Virtue accurately poked a wound. Then, with the broken blade lifted, a bug was pulled out.

Once the parasite that looks like an earthworm is pulled out, it will release animals and neigh, but it will be cut off immediately by a sacrificial knife, sucking blood and shriveling into ashes.

Even if it is entangled in the bones and cannot be pulled out, after the sword blade is picked and the sacrificial knife is stabbed directly in, and Huai Shi's blood and energy are sucked together, and the insects are directly drained.

The moment you lose your life, you are digested by the holy marks of the mountain ghost.

After receiving the help of the operation, the difficult-to-operate holy marks instantly became smoother, and immediately separated thousands of threads of the source substances and began to strangle foreign objects in their bodies. After continuous transformation, the source substance was given the characteristics of parasitic vines, and directly parasitizes the parasites in reverse. In the end, Huaishi could not tell who was more cruel and who was more evil.

The red gloves moved quickly. After a few minutes, the old tricks disappeared, and the numbness gradually faded away, and replaced by bursts of blood and flesh torn pain.

This is a trivial matter.

First, straighten the bones, then apply a silver blood potion, close the wound, and finally open the mountain ghost to hold a tree and suck it wildly. It's done.

The empty blood strips recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As for the toxins entangled in the body, Huai Shi thought for a moment, then took out the gun of compassion and stabbed it twice at the place where the toxin was infected. Qingguanlong's decay poison degrades most of the toxins. After it expires, the rest is within the range of Huai Shi's treatment.

As for the poison of Qingguanlong, he has the antidote of crows, which is not in the way.

After playing with poison, Huai Shi basically replied from her weak state.

This is the best thing about the mountain ghost. He is so desperate that he can always bring him back as long as he doesn't die on the spot.

After recovering a little, Huai Shi's heart of dying began to move again. After hesitating for a while, he thought for a while and said to Hong Gloves: "You stab me."

Without saying a word, Hong Glove raised the sacrificial knife and poked Huai Shi's heart.
Chapter completed!