Pan Dehai appeared in mid-air and brought hundreds of kilograms of ready-made medicine to Li Banfeng.
How to boil so many medicinal herbs?
Pan Dehai was quite thoughtful and sent Li Banfeng a huge iron pot, which was as large as a farmhouse.
Firewood was placed under the iron pot, and clean water was put into the pot. Pan Dehai looked at Li Banfeng, indicating that he wanted something else.
He didn't speak, for he was afraid that if he opened his mouth he would be infected with the green flower abscess.
A dead soul is afraid of getting sick?
But on second thought, it makes sense.
Pan Dehai has flesh and blood, very special flesh and blood, enough for Li Banfeng's family to eat for a long time.
The presence of flesh and blood proves that he is not an ordinary ghost. As for where the flesh and blood came from, Li Banfeng couldn't figure it out.
Are all local gods ghosts with flesh and blood?
Li Banfeng speculated for a moment, then turned to look at Cuitik: "Do you need anything else?"
Cuitik was very frightened by the sudden appearance of so many objects. He knew that Li Banfeng was negotiating with a high-level figure, but he could not sense the whereabouts of that high-level figure at all.
Cui Tik didn't dare to look directly at him, but seeing that Li Banfeng's attitude showed no respect at all, he felt that this man was so crazy that he could not be understood.
Li Banfeng urged: "I'm asking you a question. What else do you need?"
Cuitik answered carefully: "When I use my skills, I will become extremely vulnerable. I need someone to look after me and protect me."
He needs protection.
Li Banfeng looked at Pan Dehai in mid-air, expecting him to show up on his own initiative. After all, this was his territory, and protecting Cuitik should be his responsibility.
Pan Dehai, leaning on a cane, left quickly in the night. Behind him, there were layers of fog, like smoke and dust.
Li Banfeng sighed lightly, poured some wine on the firewood, started a fire, and put the ready-made medicine into the pot basket by basket.
Cuitik also came to help, and seeing that he was covered with pus, Li Banfeng felt itchy all over.
It was very windy tonight. After the water boiled, the fragrance of the medicine spread everywhere, attracting mosquitoes from dozens of miles around.
Dense swarms of mosquitoes covered the two of them. They were less than five meters apart, but they couldn't even see each other.
Cuitik looked up, then shook his head and said, "The quantity is still not enough. We may have to move to another place tomorrow."
"Try it first."
Cuitik sat silently beside the soup pot, and the pus on his body began to seep out rapidly until his entire body was covered with a layer of green pus, looking like a green glass statue.
He didn't lie. He was very vulnerable at the moment, and it was effortless for Li Banfeng to kill him.
Mosquitoes were always hovering around the soup pot. A large number of them died, and a small number of them survived, but the surviving mosquitoes did not approach Cuitik.
"I'm a little cold. Could you please sprinkle some medicine on me?" Cuitik didn't forget to make a joke. He wanted to attract the mosquitoes to himself.
Li Banfeng scooped a spoonful of soup and asked, "This is boiling water, can you handle it?"
"I have a fever, so I shouldn't be afraid of the heat."
Li Banfeng poured the boiling soup on Cuitik's body. Cuitik shivered, not knowing whether it was cold or hot.
The soup slowly cooled on his body, and mosquitoes were attracted by the cooled soup and slowly circled around him.
Although he had seen dragonflies skimming the water, this was the first time Li Banfeng saw a mosquito skimming the water.
Many mosquitoes will fly away immediately when they touch Cuitik, but some mosquitoes don't know whether to live or die and just stick to the pus.
Li Banfeng asked: "Is the virus you want to spread in the pus?"
Tritik nodded.
"Why don't you collect the pus and make poison out of it? Why do you have to use yourself to attract mosquitoes?"
"My fellow disciple used a virus he created to make poison bait, but it is limited to one type of virus. His cultivation is higher than mine, but he can only do this.
I want to mix several viruses together and spread them out. Although I have the power of the ancestor, I can only use it within a limited range. In this case, I can't let the pathogen leave my body."
Two hours later, Cuitik was exhausted, and the pus on his body gradually receded, turning back into plump abscesses.
Sitting in the dark farmland, Cuitik could vaguely see lights in the distance.
Only on this special day, at this late hour, are the lights still on.
"New Year, tonight is New Year," Cuitik said with a bitter smile, "I don't know how long I can live. If we fail, the peddler won't save me.
This could be my last New Year's Day, and I have to spend it with you in a place like this."
Li Banfeng spat: "Do you think I want to celebrate the New Year with you? The New Year in your country shouldn't be today, right?"
Cuitik shook his head: "It doesn't matter. I love Prostate and may be destined to stay in Prostate.
Put out the fire, I want to take a nap and continue tomorrow."
Li Banfeng put out the fire and said to Cuitik, "I also need to find a place to sleep for a while. I'm afraid I can't keep looking after you all the time."
He had to go back to his own residence.
This is not only a requirement for practice, he also has to strengthen his body's resistance, otherwise he may be infected with the pathogen from Green Flower.
Cuitik shook his head and said, "I'm not that vulnerable now. As long as I don't encounter a strong enemy, I should be fine."
Li Banfeng walked to a secluded place and entered Suishenju.
After a while he came out again.
He brought a blanket for Tritik and some cans.
Seeing that Cuitik was still shivering in the cold wind, he poured a bowl of wine into Cuitik's broken begging bowl.
“It’s the New Year.”
We should celebrate the New Year in a festive manner.
Li Banfeng left with the wine gourd.
Cuitik picked up the broken bowl and took a big gulp.
As his body gradually warmed up, Cuitik exclaimed, "It's delicious."
He wanted to drink the wine, but after thinking it over, he left one sip.
"It's New Year's Day, you should have a drink too." He murmured into the wine bowl.
…
The next morning, Li Banfeng started a fire, boiled some medicinal soup, and continued to attract mosquitoes.
They persisted intermittently until dusk. There were no more mosquitoes nearby. Cuitik looked at Li Banfeng and said, "It's time to change places."
Li Banfeng looked at the sky and said, "It's time to change places."
Li Banfeng cannot carry such a big pot and so many medicines with him, so he has to ask Pan Dehai for help.
Pan Dehai's voice could be heard faintly in the air: "Don't want the things anymore. I'll go choose a good place and send you new ones when you get there."
Pan Dehai realized that Cuitik's method was indeed effective.
But that didn't change his dislike for Trich.
He no longer wanted anything that Tritik had touched.
Soon, Pan Dehai appeared in the air and gave Li Banfeng a map of Haichiling.
This map shows where mosquitoes are most densely populated.
Li Banfeng looked at Cuitik and said, "Let's go, it's time to set off."
"I can't walk. I'm too exhausted. Can you carry me on your back? Although it would be a bit difficult for you." Cuitik looked at himself covered in pus and smiled awkwardly.
Li Banfeng carried him on his back and walked quickly in the wind and snow.
Cuitik murmured in the wind: "In my country, there is a story that the gods sent their messengers to save the suffering people. I always thought that it was not true. Now it seems that we may be the messengers of the gods."
Li Banfeng smiled bitterly: "Don't make yourself sound so great, you didn't volunteer."
"But you volunteered. I might die tonight. Can you tell me the reason? What is the purpose of your staying in Haichiling?"
Li Banfeng was silent for a moment and then said, "Because I have been hungry before."
Cuitik agrees with Li Banfeng's statement: "I have also been hungry. I know what it feels like. My brother and I have had a strange disease since we were young. Our bodies are covered with herpes. The people in the village hate us. They snatch our food and beat us. We often go hungry."
Li Banfeng asked, "Where's your brother?"
"He died of starvation. On the night he died, I expected the messenger of God to appear, but I didn't see him. So I always thought the story was false."
"I'll give you an extra can of food and an extra bowl of wine tonight so you can drink with your brother."
Cuitik laughed and said, "Can he drink it?"
Li Banfeng nodded seriously: "Yes."
In the wind and snow, Li Banfeng carried Cuitik on his back and walked quickly all the way.
…
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Niu Fuzhi was patrolling at the entrance of the village.
I haven't seen any mosquitoes for two days.
Did Master Qi kill all the mosquitoes?
What did that Seventh Master look like? Why can't I remember it?
There was also a benefactor who sent us medicine, but I can’t remember who he was.
What happened to my memory?
Isn't this ungrateful?
When Niu Jingchuan arrived at Guotie Village, he left some seeds for the village chief: "You can only plant three crops of this kind at most. Don't plant more than that!"
The village chief thanked Ji Chun profusely, "What can I say? How can I repay your kindness?"
"What favor can I owe you?" Niu Jingchuan waved his hand and said, "This is Master Qi's order. He asked me to see if there are any other people in the village who can come and give some seeds. Please accept them quickly."
"Seventh Master..." Xiang Jichun then remembered Li Banfeng who was exterminating insects in their village, "Where is Seventh Master? Is he in your Pancake Village?"
Niu Jingchuan scratched his head and said, "I don't know where he went. To be honest, I can't even remember what he looks like."
"I can't remember it either. A benefactor sent me medicine before, but I can't remember it either," Xiang Jichun scratched his head. "How can we be like this? We can't even remember our benefactor?"
…
Deep inside a cave in Xindi, a gigantic alien was hitting the rocks in the cave with its hard forelimbs.
His head was like a locust, but his body did not have the locust's hard armor. He crawled on the ground like a rat-tailed maggot.
His back was covered with fluff, and among the fluff were hundreds of tentacles swaying back and forth.
Below him is the rushing "Iron Wire River", and this is the end point of the "Iron Wire River".
The wireworms in the river burrowed in and out of his body, conveying information to him.
The mosquitoes he had painstakingly bred have now completely disappeared from Provo.
He was very angry, and the forelimbs that grew out of his wriggling body kept crushing the rocks in the cave.
We can also create another type of insect that is more terrifying than mosquitoes.
But it takes time!
They won't give him much time!
The giant insect was planning its next move when it suddenly heard a creepy sound.
Ding, bang, ding, bang.
It's the peddler's rattle.
He heard the peddler's whisper.
"I had guessed it was you a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to change the course of the Iron Wire River, and there were several more underground rivers in the middle. I had a hard time looking for you all the way.
Tell me, who told you to do this? Someone from out of state or someone from within the state? "
Ding, bang, ding, bang.
As the rattle approached, the huge insect roared, "Come on, they gave me strength, I'm not afraid of you!"
"Really? I really want to see it." The peddler pushed the cart with one hand, shaking a rattle, and entered the cave.
ps: Fortunately, Banfeng did not run along the river, otherwise he would have encountered this big bug.
On the first day of the new year, Sala adds another update to thank you all for your support over the past year.
(End of this chapter)
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