Chapter 184 Purple Evil

"Puff!" A very slight sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh.

The golden hairpin in Nan San's hand, which was emitting a cold blue light, pierced into the rotten flesh on the chest of the strange corpse quickly, fiercely and accurately.

Like a dormant poisonous snake, Nan San moved so quickly that only a shadow was left behind.

"What are you doing?!" Ji Zhongqin shouted.

The two yamen runners reacted immediately and rushed forward. They threw Nan San to the ground in shock and anger, and put their big knives on Nan San's neck in an instant.

Nan San was pinned to the ground, his dirty face pressed tightly against the cold stone floor, but his body stopped shaking. A low, twisted, strange laugh came from his throat, and the laughter echoed in the claustrophobic stone chamber, making people shudder.

"Oh, oh...it's too late...it's already too late..."

Ji Zhongqin widened his eyes. With the help of the faint firelight, he saw that a fine stream of light purple smoke slowly seeped out from the rotten flesh on the corpse's chest that was pierced by short thorns. Mixed with an indescribable, fishy and decayed strange smell, it quickly spread in the air!

"Poison!" Ji Zhongqin's pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted, "Hold your breath! Cover your mouth and nose! Back off!"

It was really too late. The two yamen runners who suppressed Nan San were the first to bear the brunt of the attack.

The two men's bodies suddenly stiffened, and an abnormal purple color quickly appeared on their faces. The big knife on Nan San's neck fell to the ground with a "clang". The two yamen runners opened their eyes wide in horror, and pinched their own throats one after another, making "ho ho" sounds in their throats, and fell straight back.

There was chaos in the stone chamber.

All the yamen runners and soldiers were terrified. They followed Ji Zhongqin's example and covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves, retreating in panic, trying to stay away from the corpse that was beginning to emit an ominous aura.

Outside the blocked passage, Deng Wenyan and his men were trying hard to move the huge rock that had "accidentally" fallen.

"Hurry hard, don't let go!" Deng Wenyan screamed, using so much force that veins bulged on his neck and arms.

However, the boulder was stuck in such an insignificant position that no matter how hard they tried, only fragments of it fell down.

"Be careful down there!"

Standing aside, Lieutenant Qiu feigned anxiety when he suddenly heard the loud shouts and commotion coming from below. His expression changed drastically as he rushed to the crevice, shouting down, "Master Ji! What happened down there? Is there any danger? Master Ji, hold on! I'm leading my men with all our might to move the rocks. You all, cooperate with Master Deng and push harder!"

The "anxiety" in the voice, at this moment, sounded a bit like an attempt to hide something.

Ji Zhongqin had no time to pay attention to General Qiu's "concern". He stared at the corpse and Nan San, who was still laughing strangely after being restrained.

"The Thousand Evil Sect's 'Purple Evil'..." Nan San was pinned to the ground. His laughter gradually died down, but he spoke in a strange, almost chanting tone, "It corrodes the bones if touched, and burns the scriptures if inhaled... It's a good thing... Mother Ban hid it really well... Hehe..."

Purple Evil!

Ji Zhongqin's pupils suddenly constricted. He had seen this name before in the secret files. It was one of the Qianxie Sect's several extremely venomous and difficult-to-prevent secret poisons. Due to its unique properties, it required special methods to preserve and trigger it. Once released, it was extremely troublesome.

"Antidote!" Ji Zhongqin covered his mouth and nose and took a step forward, with the tip of the knife against Nan San's throat.

Nan San grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth. "Antidote? Maybe Mother Ban has it... I... How could I possibly deserve it? Lord Ji... dragging you and so many officials with you to your grave... I'm making a killing... Haha... Ugh!"

Before he could finish his words, his body trembled violently, a stream of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes quickly became unfocused, and he died.

The symptoms of the two yamen runners who were first exposed to the purple evil dust mist began to worsen.

One person had collapsed to the ground, breathing rapidly, and his face had an abnormal light purple color.

The other person was also coughing violently, scratching his neck, and looking painful.

Although the other yamen runners were temporarily safe, they were all in danger. They looked in horror at the corpse that had become a source of pollution and Nan San's miserable death, and then looked at the blocked exit. The air was filled not only with fishy and moldy smells, but more with the despair of approaching death.

"Sir..." Changquan protected Ji Zhongqin tightly, covering his mouth and nose, his voice was dull, and his eyes were full of worry and determination.

No matter what, nothing can happen to Master Ji, otherwise...

Ji Zhongqin's face was as gloomy as water. He quickly tore off the lining of his official robe, ripped it into strips, and handed them to the people around him. "Soak the water in the water bag and cover your mouth and nose! Everyone retreat to the entrance of the passage, away from the wind! Changquan, check how many torches are left and light them all!"

His voice was calm, almost cruel. Even in this desperate situation, he remained clear and coherent, issuing orders swiftly. The firelight illuminated his resolute profile and piercing eyes, seemingly able to penetrate the poisonous fog and darkness.

We must get out as soon as possible! Otherwise, everyone will be trapped and poisoned to death here!

Jinluo, who was bickering with Pan He, suddenly stopped, her nose twitching slightly, her expression suddenly becoming serious, "The smell down there has changed... The Purple Evil has been aroused."

Pan He's expression changed instantly when he heard this. "Purple Evil?! Then Master Ji and the others..."

Jinluo snorted coldly and stopped looking at General Qiu who was pretending to be anxious. She moved her fingers slightly in her sleeves, and a few almost invisible fine powders floated silently in the air.

She turned her head and whispered quickly to Pan He and Li Baisong.

Pan He and Li Baisong's eyes flashed, and they both nodded heavily.

The next moment, Jinluo suddenly raised her voice, her voice crisp yet chilling, "You guys are really slow in moving this stone. Have you not eaten, or... do you deliberately want Master Ji to suffocate down there?"

"Who are you and what nonsense are you talking about?" General Qiu's eyes were sinister, and his voice was cold and without a trace of warmth. "Come here, capture him!"

As soon as General Qiu finished speaking, before the soldiers could move, Jinluo turned her wrist and took out a small metal ball from somewhere, and gently pressed a mechanism on it with her fingertips.

call out--

A dazzling red signal screamed into the sky and then exploded.

Everyone's attention, including General Qiu and his men, was attracted by the sudden flare and they subconsciously looked up.

At this moment of distraction—

Pan He's figure moved.

As fast as a ghost and as powerful as a startled wild goose.

The whole person seemed to transform into a blurry green shadow, and in an instant, he rushed to the huge rock blocking the cave entrance. "Wenqing, your master is here to help you."

The master and disciple just looked at each other, and Pan He swung the long rope in his hand towards the gap in the cave entrance. Deng Wenyan swung one at the same time, and the two shook the long ropes together, and the long ropes entangled with each other.

Deng Wenyan threw the other end of the long rope to the yamen runner behind him, "Pull together!"

Pan He tightened the long rope in his hand, exerted force with his five fingers, and shouted, "Get up!"

The huge rock that had not moved at all despite the help of General Qiu and more than ten soldiers was finally moved by the operation of Pan He and Deng Wenyan.