Fang Rong was so excited she could hardly stand. It took her a while to calm down before she caught a few poisonous creatures and took them back.

He had been lingering here for quite some time, and several members of the Bashe clan had long since grown impatient, leaving only one person to wait for him at the cave entrance.

Fang Rong ran over and said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"It's nothing." The Bashe clan member waiting for him said it was nothing, but in his heart he was chuckling. An apprentice has so many problems.

Fang Rong is no longer an apprentice, but those flashing night clothes are too difficult to make, so he hasn't started working on them yet, and he's still wearing his own clothes.

The Bashe clan member was unaware of this, but fortunately he didn't show it, and Fang Rong pretended not to see it either.

He was already in the wrong, and the matter of the Little Snake King was so urgent that it had already delayed him for quite some time.

Fang Rong and the Bashe clan entered the cave. There was smoke inside, and the two of them had to crouch down to successfully cross the long track.

Bashe set up a large pot, and people kept throwing poison into it. What was originally a clear soup turned into a black soup in an instant, murky and bottomless.

Bazaar gestured for him to enter, and the little snake king climbed up the small shelf, took off his clothes, and crawled into the pot.

This is a steaming and fumigation method, which is effective for disinfection, similar to moxibustion.

The water in the pot was hot, and the little snake king remained silent, his body instantly turning bright red from the heat, and his little face also flushed red.

For some reason, Fang Rong suddenly regretted coming back late. If he had gotten the Poison Cleanser earlier, he would have been empty-handed now. The Poison Cleanser was so expensive that he couldn't afford to buy it.

Another important point is that the little snake king is also venomous. If we use the poison-clearing agent, will it kill him?

Considering the probability of poisoning him to death, Fang Rong remained motionless and watched quietly.

A pained expression gradually appeared on the little snake king's face as he gripped the edge of the large pot with both hands, which were burning red.

However, the wound on his chest miraculously healed and stopped festering.

He was a powerful orc with incredibly fast healing abilities. It seemed that the Streamer Bullet had been suppressed several times over by his own potent poison, allowing him to remain safely seated in the pot.

Fang Rong stopped looking. Reality was even smoother than he had imagined. The little snake king was not as fragile as he appeared. In fact, he was very powerful, which was probably why he could command people's submission.

He felt that the little snake king was just a child in appearance, but in reality, he had long since become a spirit, at least a hundred years old.

Fang Rong beckoned Fang Hua over and whispered, "How big do you think the little snake king is?"

“56 years old.” Fang Hua tilted his head and glanced at the little snake king.

The little snake king suddenly looked up and glanced in this direction, but then turned away again, it's unclear whether it heard anything.

"How come his hearing is so sharp?" Fang Rong was taken aback.

Fang Hua shook his head, his expression unusually solemn.

"What's wrong?" Fang Rong asked him.

"I don't know." Fang Hua's voice was hollow. "This is none of our business. Let's go."

"What?" Fang Rong objected. "The bazaar hasn't left yet, why are we leaving?"

"The bazaar wants you to leave." Fang Hua, unusually, went against his wishes and insisted on dragging him out.

"What?" Fang Rong had a vague feeling of unease.

"Let's go." Fang Hua only said to one person, then picked him up and left.

Fang Rong was still confused. "What's going on?"

Since the two were not main characters, no one stopped them, and Fang Rong had little resistance, so Fang Hua easily led her out.

Moreover, he didn't stop even after walking quite a distance, which is unlike Fang Hua's personality.

Fang Rong couldn't help but press, "What exactly happened?"

"Wait a little longer." Fang Hua suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Now it's okay."

"What's wrong?" Fang Rong asked, puzzled.

"Baza said that there is something wrong with the little snake king."

"When did you say that? I don't know anything about it." Fang Rong looked bewildered.

"He told me that in his heart." Fang Hua had just turned his head when he saw Baza's expression change drastically. It seemed he had seen something. Fang Rong's return was not only unpleasant, but also gave him a look of bewilderment.

Fang Hua then probed his thoughts, "Baza said that the Little Snake King was dead, but he came back to life."

Fang Rong was completely confused by what he said. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"The Little Snake King is not the original Little Snake King."

"ah?"

"His body was taken over by someone."

"No way?" How can you take over if they're all dead?

“While you were gone, the little snake king stopped breathing for two minutes and his heart stopped beating. He didn’t make it past when you came back.”

Fang Rong's expression changed drastically. "Then who is currently occupying the little snake king's body?"

"That dead mercenary," Fang Hua shook his head again, "was a fake, not a real mercenary, he was from the military region."

"People from the military region?" Oh no, if they are from the military region, they probably already recognize Fang Hua. The way they are now, one has become an orc and the other has become a wizard, completely integrated into the orc world, they look like traitors.

The first rule of the military region is that no one is allowed to betray the military region; the second rule is that no one is allowed to leave the military region without permission; and the third rule is that no one is allowed to desert in the face of battle.

Now all three are true. The military region is currently at war with the orc world, and being on the orc world's side is equivalent to being on the orc world's side.

The rule that one is not allowed to leave the military region without permission means that, except in death, one will always be a member of the military region. Desertion in the face of battle goes without saying, and one has missed countless battles, large and small.

Fang Rong's inner alarm bells rang out, "Run!"

The surroundings seemed to fall silent for a moment, a faint fishy smell filled the air, snakes hissed from the ground, and the sound of branches snapping was particularly clear.

A shrill voice roared, "Seize them! They're traitors!"

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