Chapter 284 Give it to him! Give it to him! Give it to him!!
Meng Qingcao floated to Wen Xu's side and said, "You are so pitiful."
Wen Xu's hands dropped, looking powerless.
When he still had the strength, he climbed out once, but he was discovered not far from the door and was thrown back to continue being cooked.
When Song Ningshu came in holding the shell, he noticed that the atmosphere was very depressing. His eyes were attracted by Wen Xu, a green man floating in the air controlled by Mo Songyun's spiritual power.
She walked over to Wen Xu and looked at him, "What's wrong? You're covered in poison."
"He was captured and forced to make poison. He's halfway through." Jiang Qianliu replied, "Is there any way to save him?"
Song Ningshu used his spiritual power to bring Wen Xu in front of him, placed his fingers on his forehead, and passed vitality into him.
"He has a special physique. The poison has formed a balance in his body, and his cultivation has been dissipated by more than half."
"He won't die, but his condition won't be good, and no one else can touch him." Song Ningshu glanced at Jiang Sui.
The poison wound on Jiang Sui's body was relatively easy to deal with. Song Ningshu used his spiritual power to push the Qing Niao Pearl to him and said, "Take it. Take the healing pill later."
"There is no construction without destruction. If that's the case, let's soak it again." Song Ningshu threw Wen Xu back into the pot and looked at Shengxia, "Light the fire, low heat."
Shengxia glanced at the person in the pot and threw a cluster of flames at the bottom of the pot.
Song Ningshu walked up to the witch and said, "You have a lot of luck that doesn't belong to you."
"These fortunes should belong to the monks you killed in the pit outside."
Life force appeared in his hand, and Song Ningshu transformed it into devouring power. "Since you like to refine, you should also taste the feeling of being refined."
"Ah!!" The witch curled up on the ground, holding her head and convulsing.
Song Ningshu took out the shell and said, "This should also be yours."
The blood contract was severed by the vitality, and the witch vomited blood.
Song Ningshu returned to Wen Xu, bent down and stared at him for a while, his hand holding the shell filled with spiritual power.
She stuffed the item into Wen Xu's hand, placed her hand on his shoulder, and offered him a chance to live. "Hold this item tightly. It's called 'Transformation Refining'. It can transform poison, resentment, and hatred into your own strength. Since your cultivation has been scattered in this pot of poisonous water, absorb it completely and use it to restore your cultivation."
Wen Xu nodded.
After his life force was almost lost, Song Ningshu controlled the Qing Niaozhu to float above his head to help him refine and absorb it.
Song Ningshu took a drop of blood from his brow and asked him to contract the shell. "This can also be considered a treasure, but it's just that it was used incorrectly. It's okay for you to contract it. However, you can't touch the luck in this magic weapon."
He regained strength, and the curse on him was dissolved by vitality. Wen Xu regained strength and could speak, "Okay."
The house was in a mess due to the fight. The roof had collapsed and only one of the four walls remained.
Qi Yangui looked around, raised his foot to pick up the small bottle under his feet, and frowned.
"Aning, it's a soul." Demonic energy wrapped around the bottle. After a while, Qi Yangui said, "But it doesn't look like it either."
"Don't move!" The witch dug her hands into the ground and tried to crawl towards Qi Yangui.
Jiang Nian glanced at her, then with an expressionless face, stepped on her waist and broke it.
"ah!!"
"Shut up." Jiang Nian silenced her voice.
Qi Yangui opened the cork of the bottle, and a wisp of white smoke floated out of the bottle and expanded rapidly.
There were countless faces on it, but all of them were filled with sorrow and resentment.
"Revenge! Revenge!"
They were muttering to themselves, and countless voices came one after another, making people's heads buzz.
They rushed towards the witch with resentment in their eyes.
Jiang Nian made way for them.
The next moment, countless wronged souls tore the old witch to pieces, and blood suddenly filled the place.
They pulled out the old witch's soul and tore it into pieces.
The old witch couldn't make a sound and her face looked painful and hideous.
After venting their anger, the wronged souls wandered around the house, looking a little confused.
Just as they were about to dissipate, they gathered into a small group and floated in front of Song Ningshu. They transformed into a hand and pointed at Wen Xu, "Give it to him! Give it to him! Give it to him!!"
The voice was very urgent.
"Give what?" Song Ningshu was puzzled.
"Give it to him, give it to him!!"
The wronged souls only knew how to say "revenge" and "give it to him", and now they kept repeating the last two words.
Song Ningshu thought of the luck in the shell, "Luck?"
The wronged souls transformed into a human head and nodded, "Give it to him!"
The wronged souls gradually dissipated.
Song Ningshu looked at Wen Xu and said, "Absorb the luck inside. They gave it to you voluntarily."
I guess Junior Brother Wen did something for them, so they said they wanted to transfer their energy to him.
The unlucky guy got lucky by chance.
Wen Xu glanced at the ball of white mist and said, "Thank you."
The wronged souls completely dissipated.
After Jiang Sui recovered from his injury, he took a chair to the pot and leaned in to look at the strange bubbling water and the gradually fading green color on Wen Xu's body. "Junior Brother Wen, are you in pain?"
Jiang Qianliu glanced at Jiang Sui and thought to himself that he was a man who didn't remember pain. His hand had just been pierced by the poison, yet he dared to get so close to him.
"It doesn't hurt. It's quite comfortable to soak in, just like taking a bath." Wen Xu grinned. The poisonous light from the pot, the fire, the luck in the refining, and the light of the Qingniao Pearl were reflected on him, making him look colorful.
Knowing that he could be saved, Lu Yilin felt like joking, "Do you know what you look like now?"
"I won't listen. It's definitely not a good description." Wen Xu raised his head and fell into the poisonous water, refusing to communicate.
"Even if you don't listen, I still have to tell you. You're like that neon sign that rolls by the hair salon on the roadside. It must be really bright at night."
"Speechless." Wen Xu's voice came from the bubbling water.
In the midsummer, I knocked on the edge of the pot. Looking at the guy's expression, I guess he was very happy with the soak.
"What good things have you done that make those souls voluntarily give you their luck?" Jiang Sui asked curiously.
"That's right. Before you broke in, there was some movement outside. When the old witch went out to check, I crawled out by myself." Wen Xu popped his head out.
"Then the small bottle was supposed to be placed in another pot. I didn't know what it was going to be used for, but I was determined to ruin the old witch's good deeds, so I took it away and threw it into the field outside."
"When the old witch came back I was discovered and thrown back into the pot. She was going to look for the bottle, but you guys arrived before she could find it."
"I guess she wanted to refine those souls, but was slightly delayed and didn't succeed."
"Oh, and when I was first brought here, the poison wasn't too strong, and I still had some strength, so I used a magic weapon to interrupt her attempts to refine her soul."
"That soul wasn't refined and escaped. It should be hiding outside now."
"That group of white souls is very protective of that soul. They must be someone very important."
"Then you stay here and we'll go out and look for it." Mo Songyun said.
"Go ahead. I'm not used to having so many of you watching me taking a bath." Wen Xu waved his hand.
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