Leng Qingning looked at her wrist immediately after hearing this. There was a black line on her wrist that was half the length of a matchstick, which was much shorter than that of others.
Perhaps because Yan Ci's life was tied to his, the length, size and color of their black lines were exactly the same.
"I didn't have this thing in my hand just now. Could it be that I'm poisoned?" Looking at the mark that suddenly appeared on his wrist, Mo Yunfei always had a weird feeling in his heart.
Luo Heng and Fu Qing also exposed their wrists at the same time, and a black line the length of a match appeared on each of their wrists.
Even these men in black rolled up their sleeves and found that there was a circle of black lines like bracelets on their wrists.
One of the men in black angrily grabbed the collar of the monk next to him and demanded, "What the hell is this? Did you do this? Hand over the antidote quickly!"
"I don't know, I know nothing." The same black line appeared on the wrist of the monk who was questioned. He convulsed all over, bleeding from all seven orifices, and his whole body shrank rapidly, eventually turning into a dry corpse. His lifeless and empty eyes stared at everyone, which was extremely horrifying.
Seeing what happened to this man, everyone could no longer sit still, and a feeling of tension and uneasiness spread among the crowd.
"Ah, ah—" A series of shrill screams came from the Goddess Sect. The two beautiful women, as pretty as flowers, suddenly convulsed all over and bled from all seven orifices. Finally, their bodies quickly shrank into mummies like the previous disciple.
On the wrinkled and dry skin on their wrists, a circle of black lines like a bracelet was particularly conspicuous, scaring the surrounding disciples so much that they quickly distanced themselves from them.
Then, a shrill scream rang out from one of the men in black, and one of them convulsed with exhaustion, ultimately doomed to become a mummy. A circle of black lines also appeared on the wrists of both of them.
"It's this thing. There must be something wrong with this black line. Look, the black lines on the wrists of those who died have coiled into a circle. Does this mean that if the same thing happens to our wrists, we're not far from death?"
Seeing people getting into trouble one after another, some people widened their eyes and backed away desperately, trying to find the way they came in to leave.
However, when they retreated to the passage, they found that the original passage had been blocked, and the stone wall was smooth, and it did not look like there was a passage at all.
Leng Qingning tried to find the mechanism. Seeing this, Murong Shang and Chu Xiangyu looked for it together, but they still couldn't find it.
What's even more terrifying is that Leng Qingning actually discovered that the black line on her wrist was gradually getting longer and was now the length of a matchstick.
She thought hard about the book "A Few Things I Must Say to the Immortal Lord". The book did not seem to mention anything other than the Chaos Stone in this small world.
Could it be that the contents of the book she read was actually not complete?
Leng Qingning felt that her guess was correct. Since others saw much less than her, Shen Youshu should know more than others, but less than her. Does that prove that what she saw was actually incomplete?
Thinking of this, Leng Qingning's mind suddenly became clear. Ever since she learned that this book was very likely a true portrayal of herself, she had relied too much on this book, which was definitely not a good thing.
The person who wrote this book couldn't have been so kind as to intentionally give them the opportunity. Perhaps he had some unspeakable secret.
"Ah!--" Screams rang out, and two more cultivators turned into mummies and died tragically. They were disciples of Zixia Sect and Penglai Sect respectively. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely depressing.
Everyone present suddenly looked desperate. Dongfang Shuo of the Hidden Sword Sect pushed through the crowd and said, "If you don't want to die, get out of the way. I don't believe we can't blast a hole open even if we work together."
He took out a black fist-sized object and said, "It's a thunder bomb! Now we're saved!"
The thunder bomb is extremely powerful and the conditions for refining it are relatively complicated. One bomb is equivalent to five blasting talismans. It is extremely expensive and is especially precious in the world of cultivation.
Everyone unconsciously made way.
Shen Youshu, who was hiding beside the ancient tree, showed a mocking look when she saw this scene. She was holding a purple ring in her hand, and wisps of black resentment appeared on it from time to time. If Leng Qingning was there, she would definitely recognize that this was the ring that Yan Lingxi always carried with her.
Her wrist was spotlessly white, without any trace of black lines. She had the antidote given by her master, so she was not afraid of the peach blossom poison here.
What a bunch of idiots, they thought they could find the entrance by using thunder bombs. These fools will be like the idiot Yan Lingxi, whose bodies will be drained of their resentment and become the nourishment of their master.
She looked at Leng Qingning with resentment, and the corners of her mouth suddenly curled up. Instead of killing the heroine, she suddenly wanted to change her mind.
Thinking about the novels she had read before, the heroine's aura was so powerful that it was not easy to kill her completely. It would be better for her to directly take over her body. Not only could she have all her opportunities, but she could also get a strong and handsome bodyguard.
Shen Youshu looked greedily at the tall and handsome man who was protecting Leng Qingning. Only a man like him was worthy of standing by her side.
A deafening explosion sounded, and the earth shook instantly. The lake rippled violently, and the ancient tree in the lake swayed. The bright red fruits on it fell into the lake. The peach tree facing the tree in the distance had pink petals falling everywhere, forming a thin layer on the ground.
"How could this happen? The thunder bomb is useless?" Suddenly, bursts of desperate voices came from the stone wall. Dongfang Shuo endured the pain and threw out the last remaining thunder bomb.
A violent explosion sounded again, accompanied by bursts of smoke and dust. The stone wall was still intact, with only a few large holes on the ground proving that they had indeed just used a thunder bomb.
"Miaomiao, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me?" A woman's scream was heard, and then a woman from the Cangjian Sect was seen twitching all over, bleeding from all seven orifices and turning into a mummy.
The matter of leaving is imminent. Before, everyone was fighting for the spiritual fruit, but now no one cares about the spiritual fruit anymore. In the face of life and death, everyone is afraid of death, and everyone will choose to give up the opportunity to survive.
Seeing this, Shen Youshu took the opportunity to quietly pick up all the spiritual fruits that had fallen under the trees in the lake and hid them in her storage bag.
Little did she know that all her actions were seen by Yan Ci, who folded his arms and observed her jokingly, "Ha~ What a cunning mouse!"
"What rat?" Leng Qingning followed his gaze towards the lake and saw that the woman with shifty eyes who was secretly picking up spiritual fruits was none other than Shen Youshu.
Leng Qingning frowned slightly, and subconsciously looked at the black line on her wrist. The most important thing now was to get rid of the poison in her body.
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