After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

The villa is a different world.

Seeing that there was no one around, the scarred middle-aged man's clothes flashed and turned into a linen robe. His face moved again and turned into the face of the guard. He grinned and continued to walk inside.

After a few turns, we arrived at the lobby.

After taking a closer look, Qin He's eyes suddenly lit up, just like the eyes of the wolf demon in the mass grave.

Looking at the White Lotus Sect leader sitting in the main seat of the hall, wearing a white robe with golden lotus and a bronze mask, he is pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at him.

Talent!

Looking down, Qin He saw a master of evil ways whose face looked like it was painted with a layer of gold powder in a few seats near the main seat. Behind him stood two human figures wrapped in yellow cloth. They were so outstanding and dazzling, like fireflies in the dark night.

No need to guess, this must be the leader of the golden corpses, Jinwuhao.

Opposite the Jinwu, there was a man in a black robe, with an ominous aura around him, but no one knew who he was.

In addition to these two, there are more than ten people with either ferocious faces or strange shapes, and their auras are very restrained and powerful.

The only one missing was Ruan Qianning, the leader of the Thousand Corpses, but no one knew where she was.

After taking a few glances, Qin He walked into the lobby, intending to find a place to sit down.

Although the hall was in chaos, the food on the table was full of sincerity.

There was a wide variety of steamed, baked, fried and boiled food. Waiters kept coming in and out of the side door, bringing food and removing empty plates. The ground was covered with a layer of broken bones and meat.

Everyone in the underworld has a big appetite.

Looking left and right, almost every table was crowded with people, except for a table in the corner not far away where only one person was eating and drinking, which was in stark contrast to the surroundings.

This man had pockets sewn all over his body, silver rings hanging from his ears and nose, and a feather hat on his head, dressed like an outsider.

The most eye-catching thing was that next to his wine glass stood a colorful four-tailed centipede, as big as a baby's arm.

All the gangsters nearby stayed away from the table. Those on the same side squeezed to the other side to eat. The waiter who served the food also hurriedly put down the tray and turned around to run away with a horrified look on his face.

Qin He became interested and walked to the table and asked with a smile, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

The sound was not loud, but it made the surroundings suddenly quiet, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Qin He.

His eyes were filled with confusion, surprise, and a whisper of gloating:

"Look, someone is going to Miao Qianhe's table."

"The Great Elder of the Poison Witch Sect is covered in poison and poison. Hehehe, this is going to be fun."

"Is this person stupid?"

"..."

The man in the feathered hat raised his head, and looked at Qin He with a sinister look. After a long while, he said with a forced smile, "Sit down."

"Thank you." Qin He sat down opposite him, picked up the wine jug and poured himself a glass.

After drinking a glass of wine, I found it was quite good, a fine wine that is hard to find on the market.

"Do you... know who I am?" The man in the feather hat stared straight at Qin He who put down his wine glass.

"I don't know." Qin He shook his head.

"How old are you?" the feathered man asked again.

"Eight years old." Qin He said without hesitation.

"You looked like this at the age of eight?" The man in the feather hat was stunned.

"I look a little anxious." Qin He said with a smile.

The man in the feather hat twitched his face, and he reached out to grab the wine jug, which immediately caused a breeze to blow towards Qin He's face.

In an instant, Qin He felt a slight tingling at the tip of his nose.

Two streams of air, one hot and one cool, flow directly into the body through the nasal cavity, one rushes into the abdomen, and the other flows to the heart and lungs, ending at the heart meridian.

It's poison!

Qin He was extremely surprised.

What a covert method of poisoning!

What a powerful poison!

This person just reached out and grabbed the wine jug, creating a light breeze. There was no contact with him, and he didn't even make any direct action of feeding the poison, yet he was able to complete the poisoning.

And they are two different poisons.

The cold poison attacks the abdomen, causing nausea and vomiting, and making people eager to go to the toilet.

The heat poison stops at the heart meridian, and after the person leaves and goes to the toilet, it attacks the heart and poisons the person to death.

The poisoning method was very covert. The poisoned person died in the toilet and could not even testify against him.

The real killing is invisible.

Qin He was immediately excited. As expected, the person who stood out from the crowd was either mentally ill or extremely powerful.

This method of poisoning has probably reached the level of enlightenment.

Such people are always rewarded generously.

With a thought, Qin He's 1,800-year-old internal energy shook slightly, forcing the heat and poison in his heart into his abdomen.

The Chixian Gong was activated, and the two poisons were completely swallowed up in an instant, turning into a wisp of pure internal energy that spread into the body and merged into the meridians.

Since going south, Qin He has burned at least four hundred corpses. Although the high-quality corpses only account for a small part of them, the large number of them has led to considerable growth in his Taoism and internal strength.

His internal energy was 1,800, his Taoist practice was 1,500, and his ninth-grade Qigong was upgraded to the seventh grade. If anyone knew about it, it would scare people to death.

In the mortal world, even if it is broken in half, it is still a land immortal.

Expelling this poison is no problem.

The man in the feathered hat stared at Qin He. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, passing by breath by breath.

Gradually, the feather hat man's expression became a little strange, and he asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Qin He said with a smile.

"Then I'll treat you to a drink. I wonder if you dare to drink it." The man in the feather hat narrowed his eyes.

"Please!" Qin He made a gesture.

"Have the guts!"

The man in the feather hat nodded in appreciation, then picked up the wine jug and filled Qin He's glass with wine.

This scene shocked the surrounding whispers and the buzzing sound instantly rose several degrees.

"Wow~~ This is getting serious!"

"Miao Qianhe is so arrogant that he actually pours the wine himself!"

"This guy is dead!"

"Although Miao Qianhe has only been practicing Taoism for fifty years and is not yet at the peak of the pre-grade realm, his poisonous technique is so elusive that even those with strong external strength and high-grade abilities dare not provoke him easily."

"The leader arranged for him to sit here because he dared not get too close to him, fearing that he would poison him."

"I bet after drinking this glass of wine, this kid will turn into a pool of pus."

"He doesn't dare drink!"

"If you don't drink, you'll die. Within ten steps, no one can escape the poison Miao Qianhe wants to poison."

"..."

"Did you hear them?"

Miao Qianhe stared at Qin He while pouring the wine and jokingly said, "If you kneel down and beg me now, and cut off your tongue, I might consider sparing your life."

Soon, the glass was filled with wine. From the outside, the wine did not change at all and still had a refreshing fragrance.

But the tiny bubbles coming out of the wall of the glass indicate that the wine has been poisoned.

Once it enters the stomach, it will immediately penetrate the intestines and stomach, causing bones to dissolve and pus to flow out.

Qin He had seen quite a few poisons in the Prince of Zhongshan's Palace, but he had never seen such a secret method of poisoning.

Amazing.

"What? Are you scared?" Seeing that Qin He didn't say anything, Miao Qianhe showed a creepy smile on her face.

"I'm not afraid, I just think the cup is a little small. Let's change bowls later." Qin He smiled, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.