Chapter 138 Method

"You all look so sad..."

When everyone was at a loss, Bai Luhan, who was standing aside, spoke up.

But she took a step forward and said, "Instead of worrying about whether to hand over the Evil King's scroll, it's better to think about how to save people."

"Master Shenbu has deep internal strength. Why don't we pierce his seven meridians and use our internal strength to force the poison out of him?"

"You little girl, you are the only one who can do that!"

After hearing Bai Luhan's words, Ah Ji rolled his eyes and said, "This Seven Meridians Poison Dispersal is not some profound method, how could we not know about it?"

"If it is an ordinary poison, this method can indeed be used to disperse the poison."

"But the poison in Lord Shenbu's body is corpse poison. This poison corrodes the flesh and blood, harms the qi and meridians, and most importantly, it does not flow through the seven meridians at all. Your method of dispelling the poison through the seven meridians is totally useless!"

"You call yourself the Swordsman of Heaven, but you don't even know this..."

When Aji said this, Bai Luhan's body stiffened.

She didn't expect that this corpse poison, although its name sounded ordinary, was actually so powerful.

"So...is there no other way to cure this corpse poison?"

Shocked, Bai Luhan asked.

"Although the corpse poison is powerful, it is not incurable..."

At this time, the silent Si Jianming finally spoke: "But the strength of the corpse poison is not its toxicity, but its extreme difficulty in detoxifying. The existing detoxification methods are all laborious and laborious..."

"Master Shenbu was severely injured by the cold sword energy of the Evil King's Thirteen Swords. Coupled with the corpse poison entering his body, he can't hold out for much longer."

"Brother... Mu Qianshan must have calculated all this before taking action."

After these words were spoken, everyone at the scene fell silent.

Mu Qianshan's calculations were so deep and his intentions were so vicious that everyone was at a loss as to what to do.

"Hey, old miser..."

Just when everyone was silent, Aji looked at Wang Ye and said, "In this situation, why don't you say something?"

"Talk shit!"

Hearing this, Wang Ye rolled his eyes and said, "Mu Qianshan is not a fool, why would he leave you a way out to detoxify?"

"They are just giving someone a taste of their own medicine..."

"But Master Shenpo has saved us, we can't just stand by and watch!"

After hearing Wang Ye's words, Aji spoke.

“I didn’t say I would just stand by and watch.”

Hearing this, Wang Ye stiffened his neck and said, "I've said before that if the Master Shenbu doesn't make it this time, I will definitely ask Lao Zhang from the funeral shop to make a red lacquer coffin, paper people and paper horses, chanting sutras and flying banners, and give him a grand funeral..."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at Wang Ye.

Now the detective is still lying on the bed gasping for breath, and Wang Ye has even considered a grand funeral...

"Hey, you old money-grubber..."

At this time, Aji looked at Wang Ye and said, "The Human God Constable is still breathing, and you are thinking of giving him a grand funeral. Isn't this cursing the Human God Constable to die?"

"What can I do?"

At that moment, Wang Ye asked, "I am just an innkeeper. I don't know martial arts or medical skills. If I can help you, I can only give you a grand funeral. What else do you want?"

"You are so capable, why don't you help the detective to remove the poison?"

"I…"

After Wang Ye said this, Aji didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"alright…"

At this moment, Si Jianming took a deep breath and said, "Everyone please go away first, let me be alone..."

As he spoke, Si Jianming seemed extremely melancholy, as if he was having a fierce struggle in his heart.

Seeing this, everyone shook their heads.

They immediately turned around and walked out of the detective's room.

…

After coming out of the detective's room, Wang Ye ordered Aji and Bai Luhan to clean up the messy hall.

I returned to my room to rest.

Whether it is the detective or Si Jianming.

Wang Ye didn't feel much about these things.

No matter how difficult this matter is to handle, it is Si Jianming's own business, and it is up to him to decide what to do.

Why does it make meddling in other people's business when I own an inn?

Thinking of this, Wang Ye shook his head.

The newcomers in the martial arts world are really inferior to the previous generation. They can make a big fuss out of even the smallest things...

Bang, bang, bang…

Just as Wang Ye was thinking secretly in his heart, there was a knock on the door.

"Manager Wang, are you asleep?"

Following the knock on the door, Si Jianming's voice came from outside.

I'm so...

Hearing Si Jianming's voice, Wang Ye felt helpless.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Doesn't this grandson need to be alone? Why did he find his room again?

"I slept!"

Thinking of this, Wang Ye said impatiently: "Let's talk about it tomorrow..."

"Manager Wang, Jianming has just been thinking over and over again, and I feel more and more upset. I want to invite you to have a drink."

At this time, Si Jianming's voice continued to come from outside the door: "Please do me the honor, Manager Wang..."

Along with the sound, there was a fifty-liang silver note in the crack of the door...

Feeling overwhelmed with depression?

Wang Ye was startled when he heard Si Jianming's words.

Why did these words sound ambiguous? Could it be that Si Jianming had the habit of being a homosexual?

Thinking of this, Wang Ye got goosebumps.

"Hi!"

At the same time, he said impatiently to the outside of the door: "This is not a matter of money. I'm already lying down now. We can talk about it tomorrow if there is anything..."

"Jianming just invited Manager Wang to drink, he has no other intentions..."

After hearing Wang Ye's words, Si Jianming's voice continued: "Please come to visit, Manager Wang..."

As they were talking, another banknote appeared in the crack of the door.

"Oh, okay..."

After taking a look at the banknotes in the crack of the door, Wang Ye sighed softly: "It's my bad luck to know you!"

As he spoke, Wang Ye stood up and put the two banknotes into his arms, and opened the door at the same time: "Come in!"

The door opened and Si Jianming walked in carrying a pot of Huadiao tea.

"I'll be frank with you, drink two cups and leave quickly..."

After letting Si Jianming in, Wang Ye said impatiently: "Also, I only like Maomei, I'm not interested in men, don't have any other ideas..."

"yes…"

After hearing Wang Ye's words, Si Jianming responded.

He placed the Huadiao wine on the table, poured a glass and handed it to Wang Ye, saying, "Jian Ming thought about it just now, but he felt more and more conflicted..."

"Handing over the Evil King's scroll can save the life of the divine detective, but when Mu Qianshan masters the Evil King's Thirteen Swords in the future, he will definitely seek revenge on the master."

"But if you don't hand over the Thirteen Swords of the Evil King, your life will be in danger..."

"so what?"

Taking the wine handed to him by Si Jianming, Wang Ye raised his eyelids and asked.

"So Jian Ming was thinking, is there a way to save the life of Master Shenbu without handing over the Evil King's scroll..."

Having said this, Si Jianming's voice became low.

"have…"

Looking at Si Jianming in front of him, Wang Ye spoke.

(End of this chapter)