Chapter 59: Cutting open the skin and flesh to reveal insects

He walked out of the house calmly like a normal person, and then quickly hid in a deserted alley using his lightness skills.

With his head tilted to one side and his lips and teeth biting his sleeve, his entire lean and white left arm was exposed. He could clearly feel the insect had drilled from the forearm to the upper arm. The fingers of his right hand touched the skin of the upper arm, and he calmed his mind and carefully felt the tiny movements.

Found it.

The young man's eyes froze, he pulled out the Astonisher with his right hand, and slashed with the sword without changing his expression, exposing the flesh, and blood dripped along the line of his arm onto the ground in a pool.

He squinted and looked around. It wasn't deep enough. The worms were deeper.

Another decisive killing blow from the sword, the bloody wound made people shudder at the sight, the eerie white bones soaked in blood were already revealed.

“Hmm—”

It hurt so much that he couldn't help but groan. His forehead was covered with sweat, his face was as pale as paper, and tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes. It was a natural reaction of his body.

But it was this very sight that stimulated this silent young man. It was like a humiliation. He thought he was not strong enough, not brave enough, so he bit his back teeth fiercely. How could he shed tears over such a thing?

The blood-stained insect was clearly attached to the white bones.

His fingertips trembled as they pierced through his own flesh and blood. He gritted his teeth, took it off and placed it on the ground. Then he took out the brocade bag from his arms and put it into the bag with his trembling right hand. After doing all this, he felt as if he had been pardoned. He fell weakly against the wall, gasping very slowly.

It was noisy outside and no one noticed what was happening in the dark alley. No one knew that there was a young man who was a million times braver than he imagined.

The staggering figure rushed towards the courtyard where he was hiding.

Lin Junhuai, who was sitting in the house reading a letter, heard the sound of the door being pushed open and looked up: "You go back..."

"Hello!!!"

He hurried over to support Shen Sinian, who was covering his wound with one hand, and said in a cold voice with a sullen look, "Did the people from Southern Xinjiang take action?"

The boy, who looked so weak that he would collapse in the next second, took a deep breath to relieve the pain and said softly, "We'll talk about it later. Go deal with the blood outside and I'll apply some medicine."

Lin Jun hesitated for a moment, but still quickly ran out of the yard to deal with the blood dripping along the way.

If it is not handled properly, it will be bad if some "hyenas" follow the scent.

Shen Sinian went into the house and quickly cleaned the bloodstains, then found an exquisitely crafted white porcelain bottle.

This medicine can bring the dead back to life. There is only one bottle of this medicine in the world, and it was prepared by Shen for Junlin.

Jun Lin gave it to her when they first met Manhuang in the inn, but after returning to the palace, Manhuang gave her the remaining half bottle.

How could this big wooden guy not be aware of the amazing effect of the medicine? Of course he was reluctant to use it. After thinking it over, he was very frugal and applied it to his own serious injuries. The rest was returned to Jun Lin.

Jun Lin held the small porcelain bottle and looked at it for a long time, then smiled and said, "There's still half a bottle left. What a coincidence."

After saying that, she threw it directly to Shen Sinian. In the stunned eyes of the young man, she raised her hands to pretend to be innocent: "I am not partial, Sinian, keep it. Going to southern Xinjiang is full of dangers. Maybe this medicine will be useful."

He was silent for a long time before he found his voice again: "King, no."

Besides, he thought that he was not as important as Manhuang, who had accompanied Junlin for more than ten years. There was no need to give him this extremely precious thing. Compared with himself, everything about the king was the most important.

Jun Lin rubbed his head helplessly, his voice so gentle that it seemed to drown him: "You, take yourself more seriously. If anything happens to you, I will cry."

Just like treating her most beloved brother, she patiently tidied up the slightly messy hair on the side of his face, and occasionally brushed the boy's warm ear tips with her fingertips, saying with infinite intimacy: "Don't make me cry."

Shen Sinian suddenly felt his heart fall into the soft clouds. He must live well, not get into any trouble, and not let Wang cry.

Otherwise, this sin can never be washed away.

He has kept the medicine since then, but he never thought it would really help him a lot today.

Lin Junhuai came back quickly. He asked someone to clean up the bloodstains and came back with a doctor carrying a medicine box.

He was always so careless but now he was surprisingly calm, showing his leadership style. He said in a deep voice, "This is my Mohist doctor. Don't worry."

The doctor was a man in his thirties with regular features. He skillfully treated the boy's wound and sewed it up. He asked in confusion, "What happened to this little brother?"

There are several leaders of the Mohist School who follow Lin Junhuai closely for protection. Now that they have come to southern Xinjiang, they are hiding not far from the courtyard.

After all, to them, the young master is the future of their Mohist school.

"I was trapped by a snake, so I took it out."

Just one simple sentence made it seem as if the person suffering was not him.

The doctor frowned, "I do know a little about the matter of the insects. The Southern Xinjiang witch insects are divided into different levels. The lowest level is dark brown. As the color fades, the more crystal clear it becomes, the higher the level. You must have seen the truly advanced group of insects. They are completely controlled like Emperor Jing, but perhaps their effects are far less than this."

Even if the other person wants you to feel pain, you will feel pain, and if he wants you to die, you will die in the next second.

Of course, a dragon of this strength is extremely valuable.

"The location where the insects settle in each person's body is different. Some settle in the brain, some settle in the heart. Fortunately, they enter through an injury. If they are not removed in time after being infested, they will enter deeper and the person's life will be completely over."

As the words fell, the atmosphere in the room became heavy and solemn.

Southern Xinjiang is extremely scary.

They have never trusted people. Almost every senior executive is controlled by a sorcerer who directly controls their lifeblood and prevents them from even thinking of betrayal. Bingwen even has one in his body.

This also makes them absolutely loyal and powerful, and their internal system is as impenetrable as a copper wall or an iron wall.

After the wound was stitched, the doctor left. Shen Sinian opened the porcelain bottle with his right hand and applied the ointment carefully around the wound. Lin Jun sighed: "You are really brave. Is it really worth it for you to do this for Emperor Jing?"

Shen Sinian said in a biased tone: "It is natural for a minister to be loyal to his monarch. Don't you know what loyalty is?"

Lin Jun was speechless and pursed his lips.

"You have a really strong professional ethics. It would be great if everyone in the Mohist School could be so loyal to me..."

The mumbling sound reached Shen Sinian's ears, and he was suspicious: "Is there a dispute within the Mohist School?"

"A little bit. Some people think I'm not strong enough and don't acknowledge my position..."

Shen Sinian said proudly: "But Wang is very powerful, I don't have this worry."

"Hey, why are you talking so unpleasantly? Do you think anyone in this world can be as strong as that monster Emperor Jing?"

"Of course not. The King is unique."

Lin Junhuai: “…”

Damn it, it’s another day when I envy Brother Xiaolin. I also want to max out my fighting power and make everyone obey me!

But what he didn't know was that when Emperor Jingdi trained dogs, force was secondary. The key to success was to use both the whip and the sugar.

Compared to the pain of the whip, the honey she gave was sweeter.