The shitty medicine that Zhao Wen and the others made did not work, and it was so troublesome. Not only did He Min in front of him feel a little panicked, but Zhao Wen seemed a little panicked. If she was panicked, she would be seen by the God of Death, and it would be hopeless.

"What should I do? The medicine has no effect on the god of death." He Min suddenly grabbed my arm and asked nervously.

"Don't panic. Can you contact Zhao Wen now?" I grabbed He Min's hand and signaled her not to panic. The worst case was that the god of death discovered Zhao Wen's abnormality. The more panic he was now, the greater the possibility.

He Min shook her head and said, "In order not to arouse the suspicion of the god of death, Sister Zhao has no electronic products except a mobile phone."

"Since you have been studying the God of Death for a long time, according to common sense, what would Zhao Wen do if he rejected his request in a while?" I forced myself to calm down and asked He Min.

Anyone may be nervous when encountering such a thing. The only difference is that some people can calm down while others have lost their inch.

I had never discovered that I had a hidden characteristic of not being afraid of danger before, but after experiencing two and a half years of experience, especially the week of death threat that Zhao Sihai had made to me some time ago, this was the most terrible thing in the world. I was not crazy or committed suicide, but I kept it up. This made me have a qualitative leap in my heart. I don’t know how powerful it is now, but at least now, I almost calmed down, my mind was clear, and I didn’t feel panic at all.

"Fortunately, Sister Zhao cannot escape his clutches unless the medicine liquid takes effect." He Min replied.

"Strong?" I asked with a blink of an eye.

"Yes, and according to our research, Death is a sexual pervert. A girl who is forced by him will basically be covered in bruises and dying the next day. Even if she saves her life, she will either go crazy, be depressed, or live in fear, always like a frightened bird, he is a super psychological pervert." He Min's eyes showed a fearful look.

"Damn, since he is such a person, Zhao Wen still dares to take risks?" I said depressedly.

"We have conducted an experiment and a drop of medicine can pour a scalper on it," He Min said.

"Then why is there nothing wrong with Death?" I glared at He Min and asked back.

"How do I know this?" she said anxiously.

I stared at Zhao Wen for a while and found that she was asking for help from me. The expression on her face became more and more anxious. I guess she was almost unable to hold on.

"What should I do?" I was thinking about a countermeasure in my heart: "Pretend to pass by the God of Death inadvertently, and then put a beer bottle on his head?"

"No, the chance of being able to hit is very low. Even if you hit it, it should not cause much damage to him. It will only cost your life." I immediately denied this idea.

"If He Min doesn't want to try it, she has good kung fu. She suddenly punched the back of the head of the God of Death. It should be able to knock the other party unconscious? Then, no matter how powerful Shaolin Thirteen Taibaofeng practices, it is impossible to practice to the back of the head, right?" I thought to myself, so I turned my head and said in a low voice to He Min: "Can you pretend to pass by the God of Death and then sneak attack him?"

I thought He Min would think about it and then answer, but she didn't expect that after hearing what she said, she immediately shook her head like a wave drum: "The chances of my sneak attack on him are less than 10%, and he will be killed by him."

"So unconfident? You have practiced Kung Fu at least!" I said.

"The gap is too big. I haven't even realized the secret force. The God of Death has already stepped into the magic force with half of his foot, and he has the skill of practicing Shaolin Thirteen Taibao. Even if I stab him, I may not be able to stab him to death. He will turn around and take my life." He Min said with a sad face.

"Is that amazing?" I asked.

"You have always heard of Cheng Tinghua, the master of Baguazhang," said He Min.

"No!" I shook my head, not knowing these martial arts figures at all.

"In the late Qing Dynasty, the Eight-Nation Alliance attacked Beijing, and dozens of foreign soldiers blocked Cheng Tinghua in the alley with guns. In the narrow alley in Beijing, Cheng Tinghua was not injured at all. On the contrary, dozens of foreign soldiers were approached by him and all killed. You might say that the guns were not good at that time, but if they didn't, dozens of guns in the alley were still unable to hurt Cheng Tinghua. You will know the power of the Grandmaster Huajin, which has already developed the human body to a limit. Every inch of muscle on the body can hurt people."

He Min talked endlessly about the allusions of martial arts masters in the late Qing Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, but I didn't have the time to listen to it, because in my sight, Zhao Wen's expression became more and more nervous, and the panicked gaze in her eyes could no longer be concealed.

"Stop!" I said to He Min: "That is to say, you can't hurt the god of death at all. If you go over and attack him, it's almost like killing him, right?"

"Yes!" He Min nodded.

"Then why do you still talk so much nonsense? Now is the time to talk about the allusions of the martial arts master?" I glared at He Min.

She curled her lips, a little dissatisfied, but she didn't respond in the end.

I no longer paid attention to He Min, frowned, and thought to myself: "What should I do? What should I do? No matter what Zhao Wen is, it seems a bit unrighteous enough. She took risks herself, not to capture the god of death alive, and then bit Zhao Sihai out. Although she might just want to avenge Zhao Sihai for her revenge, she was also helping me after all. If I don't care about her now, wouldn't I be a man enough?"

"Help, I must help. What if Zhao Wen is rescued, will Nan Yan owe him a huge favor in the future?" I thought to myself.

I am not a saint, I can sacrifice myself for justice, and I can help others selflessly. I am an ordinary person, so there are always many other calculations in my heart. The motivation to save Zhao Wen is not pure, and I never deny this.

"Brother Hao, what should we do now? It seems that Sister Zhao can't hold on anymore." He Min's voice came from his ears.
Chapter completed!