26 You are almost dying, and you still want to drink. I will drink you to death sooner or later!



26 You are almost dead, and you are still thinking about drinking. You will drink yourself to death sooner or later!

After listening to Jiang Shengyu's story about his death, Ji Chen still disagreed with his point of view.

"This doesn't prove anything."

"You don't know, he looked for me for five hundred years after I died. He even gave me the "Soul-Eating Boar" after my rebirth, and asked me to find my previous life self, saying that I "would not die well"..."

"Who to blame?" Jiang Shengyu scolded suddenly, "Who told you to punish and scold him all day long. I looked for you every day, and every time I went, I saw him kneeling on the ground with wounds all over his body..."

"If you didn't like him, why did you take him in? You tortured him like this, no wonder you are in this disaster today. "

What can Ji Chen say? He has no words to express his pain. This is not his own will. Accepting

a disciple is not his will, and abusing a disciple is even less his will .

Seeing Ji Chen's distressed look, Jiang Shengyu finally relaxed his serious tone, "It can be solved."

Ji Chen looked up at him, "You mean, the "Soul Devouring Boar" can be solved? "

Jiang Shengyu didn't reply to him, but just put two fingers together and touched his heart.

A burning sensation came from his chest, and Ji Chen only felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood with a "puff".

Seeing this, Jiang Shengyu immediately retracted his hand, took out a pill from his arms and fed it to him.

After Ji Chen ate it, he felt a lot more relaxed.

He looked at the black blood he vomited and found that there seemed to be a little white hidden in it.

That is... insect eggs.

"Fortunately, you have just taken this parasite poison not long ago." Jiang Shengyu's eyes also fell on the insect eggs, "They have not hatched into insects yet."

"If it's longer, I'm afraid it will take more effort."

"Or, it's possible that even I can't completely solve it, and you can only rely on the antidote to live your whole life, and be controlled like a puppet by the person who poisoned you. "

"Control?"

Although Ji Chen knew the horror of the "Soul-Eating Dragon", he never thought that the person who was poisoned by the dragon could be controlled.

"Yes, the dragon can indeed survive with only the antidote, but it will gradually lose its mind and become an obedient pet of the person who poisoned the dragon, doing whatever he ordered."

Ji Chen was scared when he thought about it.

Fortunately, he vomited it all out.

"Now that the dragon poison has been cured, what are you going to do?" Jiang Shengyu asked again.

Ji Chen raised his hands to his side and said, "What can I do? Just keep pretending to help him find someone."

"If he can't find someone, will he kill you?"

"Who knows? Anyway, just delay it as long as possible. One day is one day."

Ji Chen has always lived a carefree life. He is a "live a life" type of person. Being carefree is his nature.

But Jiang Shengyu's brows were obviously not as relaxed as his.

"If he really hates you so much, the longer you stay with him, the more danger there is for him to discover your identity."

Ji Chen had no idea, but he could only say helplessly: "I want to escape, but how can I escape from him with my useless body?"

Jiang Shengyu thought for a while, "I can let you hide in my gourd, and he will never find you."

"Isn't your gourd used to make medicine?"

"If you live in it, I won't make medicine."

Ji Chen was a little flattered by Jiang Shengyu's words.

A master who makes medicine with a gourd can stop making medicine if he says so.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Ji Chen still waved his hand to refuse, "Goodbye, your gourd is probably only a few hundred square meters at most. If I am trapped in it for the rest of my life and can't get out, I might as well die."

"Besides, you can't drink every day." This is what Ji Chen cares about most.

Jiang Shengyu frowned at this and scolded him with a dark face, "You are almost dead, and you still want to drink. I will drink you to death sooner or later!"

"Hey... I only have this one bad habit. You know me well... Hehe."

"Just one?" Jiang Shengyu raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Torturing disciples and birds doesn't count?"

"Ah this..."

When Ji Chen was speechless, the bird on Jiang Shengyu's shoulder did not forget to chirp twice to express his disgust and dissatisfaction with Ji Chen.

This made Ji Chen feel even more ashamed.

Fortunately, Jiang Shengyu did not hold on to his problem, but just quietly stretched out his hand in front of him and opened his palm.

After a flash of inspiration, a halo of light surrounded the palm.

Three golden elixirs lay in the palm of his hand.

"What is this?" Ji Chen picked up one in confusion and carefully studied it.

"One is a bone-shaping pill, one is a spirit-building pill, and one is a cultivation pill."

"What are they used for?" "

The bone-shaping pill can help you reshape your bones, and at least give you a top-grade bone structure. The spirit-building pill can help you have spiritual roots, and at least give you a single spiritual root. I don't need to explain the cultivation pill, it guarantees that you can gain five hundred years of cultivation."

After listening to this, Ji Chen returned the golden pill he was pondering in his hand, "Such a precious thing, each one must have taken you at least two hundred years to refine, right?"

Jiang Shengyu did not answer him, but said in a deep voice: "After eating these, you won't have to worry about being found and retaliated by him in the future."

"I'm not afraid now either?" Ji Chen was telling the truth, "Besides, I think it's good like this now, anyway, he doesn't know my identity yet."

"What if..." Jiang Shengyu seemed a little anxious: "I mean what if, he finds out, what will you do?"

"Then..." Ji Chen still had that seemingly calm attitude: "He will die a miserable death."

Being torn into pieces, skinned, and turned into a human pig...

Ji Chen had already thought about his own fate.

Jiang Shengyu's eyes darkened, and he stopped talking.

Ji Chen even comforted him and patted his shoulder again: "Why are you more worried about my situation than I am? Don't worry, he still foolishly thinks I'm still alive, and it's possible that he will find me in another five hundred years."

"Worried?" Jiang Shengyu denied it and said, "Don't be so self-indulgent."

"Okay, okay, I'm just being self-indulgent."

The two of them stood on the top of the cliff and talked idly for almost half an hour.

Ji Chen looked up and saw that the gourd floating in the air had not moved at all, still floating quietly in the same place, and even the green spiritual light around it was extinguished. He knew that Fu Changgeng really couldn't get out.

After waiting for a while, Ji Chen finally couldn't help but said to Jiang Shengyu: "Just let him go."

"To make medicine, you don't need this person."


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