After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

Xu Zhao's pulse was stable, and the fight between the three poisonous insects in his body was not affected at all. But this was what made Jiang Hao feel strange.

Zhang Zhongjing was now extremely nervous and would immediately become terrified at the slightest noise.

But Jiang Hao just said "Huh", and then she opened another pottery jar, pinched out a centipede and put it on the wound where Xu Zhao was bitten.

Not long after the poisonous centipede bit him, Xu Zhao's pulse changed.

Jiang Hao did not relax, but took out silver needles and pricked the acupuncture points on his body to stimulate his body functions.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time.

After Xu Zhao's accident, Jiang Hao stopped drinking tea and stayed beside the two brothers, watching the things moving back and forth under their skin.

Outside the water pavilion, Zhuifeng was getting restless.

"Thunder, it's been almost two hours, why is there no sound at all?"

Zhuifeng leaned against the crack in the door and looked inside, but unfortunately everyone was on the second floor and the first floor was empty, so it was useless to look inside.

Jing Lei was unmoved and did not respond to him. His eyes were as sharp as torches as he looked into the distance, staring at every move nearby.

"It's so hard to talk to a piece of wood like you."

Zhuifeng grumbled a few words and looked at the two people guarding the gate. They immediately lowered their eyes, not looking at him, and did not respond.

tsk...

Why is it the same as thunder!

Not interesting!

I don’t know how much time had passed, so long that the sun was about to set. After Zhuifeng yawned, the door behind him opened.

Zhang Zhongjing's face was pale, and he was holding a foul-smelling clay jar in his hand. He stood at the door and didn't say anything.

"Old Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

Zhuifeng rushed forward and asked in panic.

Is it possible...

Zhuifeng was frightened and immediately wanted to run upstairs.

Zhang Zhongjing pulled him back at this moment, and said in a trembling voice: "Prince...Prince is fine. Who of you...can anyone help me hold this pottery jar?"

As soon as Zhang Zhongjing finished speaking, one of the gatekeepers immediately took the pottery jar, but the pungent fishy smell hit him in the face, making him nauseous repeatedly.

"Really..."

Zhang Zhongjing felt relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief, but he still felt weak all over. The scene just now was really too disgusting and scary.

"Old Zhang, are you okay?"

Jing Lei frowned and looked at him and asked.

"It's okay now."

Zhang Zhongjing waved his hands and said that he was indeed feeling better.

Zhuifeng had already let go of him and stretched his neck to look at the pottery jar: "What is this? It stinks."

"Don't..." move!

Before Zhang Zhongjing could finish his words, Zhuifeng had already torn off the red gauze covering the pottery jar.

With his sharp eyes, he just happened to see what was inside. It was a fleshy worm about the length of an adult's index finger, with black, red and white lines on its surface, and many tentacles.

Looking closely, the fleshworms are covered with suction cups, which are still opening and closing and wriggling...

The most important thing is... there are two!

"vomit--"

Just the pattern alone makes one's scalp tingle, plus the smell in the jar...

The brother holding the clay jar shook his hands when he saw it. If Jing Lei hadn't been quick-eyed and quick-handed, the clay jar would have broken and the things inside would have spilled out.

Jing Lei was also shocked.

Zhang Zhongjing had come to his senses by now and quickly ordered, "Take it and burn it."

"Yes!"

The pottery jar was covered again and taken away. Jing Lei then asked, "Is this the poisonous insect in the prince's body?"

Zhang Zhongjing shook his head, then nodded, and said in a pretentious manner: "Yes, and no."