This, this...
Scarface was so shocked he thought he was dreaming.
He pinched his thigh hard.
Then, with a loud "whoosh," I jumped three feet high. It hurt so much!
"Do you want me to help you wake up?" The Bull Demon King nudged Scarface with his hooves, looking at him with a smile.
“No, no need for you to trouble yourself,” Scarface hurriedly said.
At the same time, I was even more horrified.
Who are these people?
Can feeding yourself a mouthful of mud really heal broken bones and regenerate flesh?
"Wukong, what did you feed him?" Bai Qingqing asked.
"A restoration pill," Wukong replied.
The master personally refined the restoration pill; this scarred-face man is not qualified to eat it.
Giving him a piece of mud from under the vine tree is already a blessing from his ancestors.
Bai Qingqing nodded; the Restoration Pill did indeed have this effect.
Scarface, standing to the side, widened his eyes again.
What kind of recovery pill?
That was clearly a mouthful of mud.
However, given Wukong's previous warning, he dared not shout it out recklessly.
But my doubts only deepened.
This group of people all seem a bit abnormal.
He's so strong it's almost abnormal, and his thought process is also a bit off.
He couldn't understand it at all.
"What are you standing there for? Lead the way!" The Bull Demon King kicked Scarface in the butt.
The kick made the scarred man stumble.
"Yes, yes, lead the way immediately." Scarface dared not utter a word of complaint, and hurriedly stood up straight, saying repeatedly, "Gentlemen, please follow me."
After Bai Qingqing and her group left, the scarred-faced henchmen who had been pretending to be dead on the ground cautiously sat up.
"What should we do? Should we save her or not?"
"Save your mother? The most important thing is for us to get out of here."
"Exactly, those people are ridiculously strong and incredibly ruthless."
"What are you waiting for? Run away!"
Soon, the group of henchmen fled in the opposite direction and disappeared without a trace.
It's always been a case of the strong enslaving the weak.
What genuine feelings could there be in such a combination?
Not retaliating is already more than enough.
Scarface didn't care about these underlings at all.
If I'm lucky enough to survive today, I can take him in later.
Anyway, his combat strength is not bad.
“Gentlemen, it’s a bit far. Why don’t you rest here for a while while I get a carriage?” Scarface said.
"Trying to run?" Wukong glanced at the scarred man and snorted coldly.
"No, no." Scarface waved his hands repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle-drum.
"Sir, you have misunderstood me."
“It’s very, very far from here to the treasure site. If we walk like this, it will take us several days to get there.”
"Therefore, we must get a horse-drawn carriage."
He did indeed have the intention to escape.
That treasure trove was extremely dangerous, and countless people had perished there; he didn't want to be caught in the crossfire.
If we could use the carriage-making technique to escape, that would be ideal.
Yun Zhan glanced up at the scarred man, then took out a dark-colored pill that didn't look like anything good.
Upon seeing this, Scarface hurriedly took two steps back, his face filled with terror.
Is he trying to poison himself?
The next second, his guess was confirmed.
Yun Zhan flicked his finger, and the pill traced a graceful arc as it headed straight for the scarred man's mouth.
Scarface's pupils constricted, and he clenched his mouth tightly.
However, the pill still ended up in his mouth.
At this moment, his lips were swollen badly, and there was a round chip in his central front tooth, the same size as the pill.
It just bounced right in.
"Take one antidote every three days. If there is no antidote, starting from the fourth day, your whole body will itch unbearably, and you will feel like scratching your own flesh off."
"After seven days, the flesh on his body began to rot."
"After another seven days, the bones began to crack inch by inch, eventually turning into powder."
"This last step takes a bit longer, about forty-nine days."
"Don't worry, the pain will end once the bones are broken."
"It's only been a little over sixty days."
Scarface knelt down with a thud: "Sir, I swear, I will never run away. I will obey your orders. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west."
This poison is terrifying!
Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but this torture lasted for more than sixty days, and he watched himself crumble inch by inch.
Could this group of people be heretical practitioners?
"You just said you were going to find a carriage?" Yun Zhan raised his eyes and glanced at the scarred man.
“Sir, the journey is indeed long, and a carriage would be more convenient,” Scarface said. “But I can only try; I cannot guarantee success.”
He dares not try anything clever now.
He may not be afraid of death, but he is absolutely afraid of living a life worse than death.
"No need to try." Bai Qingqing waved her hand, then looked at the white dragon horse and said softly, "White Dragon Horse!"
"Yes, Master!" The white dragon horse raised its front legs high and let out a neigh.
The hissing was accompanied by the roar of a dragon.
Scarface was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud.
In the short time it took to rub my eyes, a magnificent carriage suddenly appeared before me.
He couldn't tell the carriage's grade, but it was definitely very valuable.
The white horse deftly harnessed itself to the carriage and turned to say, "Master, Young Master Yun, please get in."
Bai Qingqing glanced at the scarred man: "You come up too."
The reason she didn't use a carriage before was because she hadn't decided where she wanted to go and wanted to wander around and see what was going on.
Now that we have a precise location, a horse-drawn carriage is still faster.
"Yes, sir." The scarred man carefully boarded the carriage, then huddled awkwardly in a corner.
Watching Tian Susu take out various fruits and snacks.
That rich spiritual energy...
He only took a quick sniff, and the bottleneck that had plagued him for hundreds of years loosened a little.
If one could inhale a few more breaths, advancing to the half-step immortal realm would be a piece of cake.
But he dared not.
The scarred man thought the carriage would be faster, but he didn't expect it to be so ridiculously fast.
It was incredibly fast.
If I had such a carriage, I could roam freely throughout Youhuang City.
Fight if you can win, run if you can't.
Who can catch up?
Including giving directions and identifying the direction, it only took a little over half an hour in total.
"Is this the treasure trove?" Bai Qingqing asked, frowning as she looked at the forest shrouded in black mist, which exuded an ominous and eerie atmosphere.
“Sir, yes, this is the place.” Scarface nodded. “Anyone who has been to Youhuang City for a while knows this place.”
"Has anyone gone in?" Yun Zhan asked.
“Yes.” Scarface nodded again: “And it wasn’t just one person; many people who consider themselves strong have gone in.”
"And what was the result?" the Bull Demon King asked curiously.
"Not many will make it out." Scarface pursed his lips. "Less than one in ten will survive."
"So, you just tricked us into coming here so you could escape after we die," Tian Susu sneered.
"This humble servant dares not." Scarface shook his head desperately: "Those who were able to come out are actually no match for the combat strength of you gentlemen."
"Whether or not we can obtain the treasure, I dare not presume to say."
"But there's absolutely no problem with safe entry and exit."
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