chsdbacks Chapter 302 Curse
Chapter 302 Curse
"Huh?" Qin He was stunned.
Before he could feel overwhelmed, a red light shot out from Miao Qianhe's Tianling Gai, circled three times around Qin He ten feet away, and then quickly went away and disappeared into the sky.
Looking at the direction, it is where Jinan City is located.
Qin He was taken aback, good guy.
It's like a spell.
Miao Qianhe not only knows how to play Gu and poison, but also spells?
A little powerful, no wonder no one dared to mess with him.
It's so shady.
Qin He also rewarded a spell doll before, and cheated Aqige for seven days and seven nights. It was somewhat similar, but the difference was quite big.
Just when Qin He was in a daze, Miao Qianhe's four subordinates saw that Miao Qianhe was dead, and rushed to pounce on Miao Qianhe, pulled all over his pockets, finally found a porcelain bottle, poured out a few pills, Overjoyed, everyone grabbed one and swallowed it.
That was the antidote to the poison they were poisoned with.
Seeing this, Qin He shook his head, and with a wave of his hand, the yellow cloth bag rolled up Miao Qianhe's body, and it turned into an afterimage and disappeared.
The four of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Qin He disappear, you looked at me, I looked at you, and they all felt like they were alive after a catastrophe.
Miao Qianhe died, the poison was cured, and they regained their freedom.
All this came too psychedelic, too sudden, and too surprising.
You know, Miao Qianhe brought nearly 20 people with him to Jinan on this trip, and they were all first-class regardless of riding.
Among the twenty people, they were the ones with the lowest qualifications and the lowest status, and they were left at the pier to guard the ships.
The others all went ashore to wreak havoc.
Once Miao Qianhe died, they would not be able to get relief medicine, and they would all rot in their intestines and die wailing three days later.
...
"Boom~"
"Boom~"
"..."
In Jinan City, in a separate cremation room, Qin He dropped six corpses one by one.
"Master, tonight's harvest is good~" Dawang Ba, who had been preparing for Qin He's return for a long time, looked at him with bright eyes. These people are not easy to see.
Even in death, the aura is still strong.
Among them were two armor corpses, one gold armor corpse and one bronze armor corpse.
Poke it with tongs, the skin is soft, and when you look at it, there is a sound of gold and iron clashing again, which is very magical.
"This is the weather in a big city." Qin He was also very satisfied.
Master Iron Demon who went to the latrine, Miao Qianhe, the Golden Crow, his two armored corpses, and Venerable Hundred Ghosts.
A master of Qing Yishui, neat and tidy.
After a simple cleansing of the corpse, coal was lit to start the fire and the corpse was burned.
Qin He lay down on the bed, suddenly remembered the red light, and asked Dawang Ba: "Do you know spells?"
Although Da Wang Ba doesn't have much knowledge, his two fathers are both old monsters.
"Spell?" Dawang Ba turned his head.
So Qin He recounted the red light after Miao Qianhe died.
Dawang Ba took a deep breath and said, "My lord, spells are a branch of ancient witchcrafts. When they are performed, the casters need to pay a great price, and they have declined. There are only a few remains in southern Xinjiang, most of which are secret arts. form exists."
"The effect is often related to the price paid by the caster. If the caster casts it at the cost of his own life, it will be very difficult."
"How difficult can it be?" Qin He asked.
"It's hard to say, it depends on the level of the caster of the spell. If the level is high, you can kill 800 enemies and lose 1,000. If the level is low, then there is no lower limit. Maybe you lose half your life, and the opponent is just scratching the surface." Peel."
"Isn't that a big loss?"
"Spells have declined because of this problem. In ancient mythology, it was rumored that there was a way to allow spell casters to cast spells at a small cost, but that is already a legend. Nowadays, spells generally only appear in demons. When crooked ways are dying to fight back."
"Why did you ask this suddenly? Have you been under a spell?" Da Wang Ba asked curiously.
"That's not true. It's a spell cast by someone I know."
"What curse?"
"The Rotten Ass Curse."
"Then it shouldn't be a big problem, if not, cut off the butt."
"Cutting the butt?" Qin He imagined the scene, nodded, and then put his heart back on his stomach, and lay down comfortably on the bedding.
At this moment, a small cloth bag around his waist shook, and he picked it up, and a little fluffy thing poured out of it.
It was Miao Qianhe's Mink Gu.
It is about a foot long, with gray and white fur, small ears and eyes, cute, but now it is dying, and even the color of the fur has lost its oiliness and has become dry.
When the person who raises Gu dies, the Gu insect will also be severely injured, ranging from dryness of blood, to sudden death on the spot, even if it survives, it is often temporary and difficult to last.
"You're lucky to meet me." Qin He touched its round head, took out a Jingqi pill from its armpit, crushed it, and brought it to its mouth.
The little mink twitched its nose and smelled the fragrance of the medicine, opened its sluggish eyes, and opened its small mouth to eat the broken pills.
Almost instantly, the little thing's eyes lit up a lot.
At this moment, Da Wang Ba saw the little mink, was taken aback for a moment, then immediately came over and asked, "Master, what is this?"
"Mink." Qin He didn't lift his head.
Dawangba's face twitched, scratched his head and said: "Master, it must be an internal injury, it seems to be dying."
"Well, it's hurt." Qin He nodded.
"Why don't you... bury it?" Da Wang Ba suggested.
Qin He raised his head and gave him a white look: "What is this called? God has the virtue of being good at life. What is it called dying? There is nothing wrong with me. As long as you have one breath, you can't die."
"Uh... yes yes yes." Da Wang Ba froze, retreated angrily, and kicked the lying ox when he passed by.