When the snow fell, a noise sounded outside the ruined temple in the valley, and several night rats were shocked.

Jian Wuming pushed Jiang Baochan's arm and picked up the stick that was stirring the fire.

The little marquis suddenly sat up and handed over the hat beside him and put it on: "Someone?"

Jian Wujian nodded, pulled Jiang Baochan to take the things, and hid in the broken curtain behind the Buddha statue.

About a dozen people were carrying three or four unlucky people, holding a few horses, and shouting and kicking open the temple gate that had already collapsed halfway. A short and fat man holding a woman rushed into the yard in a panic and before he could see the surrounding environment, he shouted: "Where is the host here? Come out and save people!"

Jiang Baochan lifted the veil in front of the hat and looked at Jian Wuming, both of whom were full of confusion.

Miss Liu and his team went to hunt wolves, but why did she run here? You know, there are dozens of miles of mountain roads outside the mountain.

Is there anyone? Is there someone? A group of people rushed into the hall in a hurry. Except for a bonfire and some traces of man-made activities on the ground, there were no other annoying objects here.

The tall and thin martial artist Ding touched two places on the ground with obvious signs of people sitting, turned around and frowned, "The ground is still warm, obviously the person has not gone far."

The short and fat martial artist knocked away the Ding Wushi who blocked the road: "No matter where he is going, it's important to save the lady."

After Lao Jia's reminder, Lao Ding quickly helped to put Miss Liu in the place where Jiang Baochan was lying just now, and covered her with a layer of clothes.

The rest of the martial arts people also followed suit and put the unlucky people carrying them by the bonfire.

The two men hiding behind the curtain carefully observed the person lying and humming in the fire.

After seeing the purple bulbs on their faces, Jian Wujian said intimately, "I'm not good."

This is the snake venom that is unique to this Dead Valley.

As long as you are bitten, you will fall into a coma in just a moment. After about half an hour, you will get purple all over your body, and poisonous blood will ooze out of your skin in about three hours. If there is no correct treatment method, these people will be sprayed with poisonous blood for at most four or five hours and will definitely not survive tonight.

Outside the curtain, everyone boiled water, cut cloth, and searched for the detoxification pill, making a mess.

"Go out to help?" Jiang Baochan whispered to Jian Wuzheng's meaning.

Jian Wuzheng frowned and thought for a moment, but shook his head: "We'd better not meddling in other people's business."

There are two outside who look very similar, obviously brothers. One is lying on the ground and the other uses a knife to cut the wound and try to absorb drug blood, sucking, spitting, continuing to suck, and continuing to spit. In just four or five sips, the person who saved the person fell down and became the one who wanted to be rescued.

A strong man took out a yellowish brown powder from his arms that was unknown to the detoxification prescription and carefully fell on his companion's ankle. Zhiting thrusts, and black smoke rose from the entire wound. The thin man who was originally unconscious and fainted again after a scream. The purple bulb spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The strong man fell to the ground with a mournful face.

The two martial artists Ding Jia silently put the detoxification pills he took back. This kind of spiritual pill that has some effect on any poison is just a general antidote. It can delay the time if it is too late, but if it is not good, it will be like the yellowish brown powder in the man's hand, which will speed up the time of the poison. It is a serious sin.

Everyone tried various methods and tried a lot of spiritual medicines, but none of them worked. The best result was that they did not have any effect. The most unlucky one, the purple slug was almost covering every part of the body. He could hum a few times in his coma, but now only the occasional murmur of sputum accumulation in his throat. It was obvious that his life was not long.

Jiang Baochan looked at the miserable appearance outside and felt his whole body numb: "Old Jian, what kind of poison have they been infected?"

"The small snake unique in this valley is long and purple-black." Jian Wuming felt uncomfortable when he thought of the snake's appearance. If it weren't for the old friend here, he would have become one of the many bones in the Dead Valley.

"They still have to save them?" All kinds of tragic situations also hit the little marquis' weakness. If they still have to save them, Jian Wuzheng would have to take action to treat them. You can't watch these people die before you.

Jian Wujian nodded and shook his head: "It's not worth the effort to save them."

Seeing Jian Wuzheng's tangled look, the little marquis almost slapped him and said anxiously: "What's the gain or loss at this time? It's important to save people!"

"Who!" Jia Wushi quickly pulled out his short knife from his waist and drank it behind the curtain!

Jian Wuzheng rolled his eyes and pulled the veil of the little marquis who caused trouble, then opened the curtain and jumped out.

The tall and thin martial artist Ding saw that it was Mr. Xie’s coachman. He immediately pressed down on Mr. Jia’s short knife with his uninjured hand: “It’s Mr. Xie’s coachman, his own person.”

Mr. Jia Wu did not dare to relax his vigilance at all. Mr. Xie never came in outside the mountain. What good things could the coachman do when he appeared in the deserted temple in the middle of the night.

When Ding Wushi saw it, he hurriedly walked between the two of them and bowed to Jian Wuming: "Don't blame me, Lao Jia is too nervous. No one would have thought that the valley is warm and the poisonous snake is still moving. The lady and the knights behind him were bitten by the snake. If there is a way to treat him, please give me a condescendance." Seeing another white-clothed swordsman coming out from behind, he quickly bowed: "I've seen the young hero."

Jian Wuming narrowed his eyes and looked at everyone's shocked and suspicious expressions, then glanced at Miss Liu who was unconscious, and suddenly had a plan: "The way to save people is simple and simple, and it is neither simple nor simple. Others are easy to treat, but your lady cannot save it."

Old Ding and Old Jia were shocked and said in unison: "Why can others save me, but my lady can't save me?"

Jian Wuzheng smiled and said, "There is a difference between men and women."

The two martial artists were in trouble immediately. Where can I find a woman in the deep mountains?

The two frowned and gritted their teeth and thought for a long time before they introduced the older Ding Wushu: "I am in a hurry to follow the power, and I don't care about the difference between men and women. I also asked the sir to give me a way to treat me, and I will save my lady. At worst, I will ask my old Ding to die after I go back."

Jian Wuzheng waved his hand: "Since you are too anxious to follow the rules, there is a more suitable candidate here than the two." After that, he turned around and pointed to the young marquis who were listening to them attentively: "This young man is about the same age as your lady. Even if Master Liu pursues it, he will achieve a marriage, wouldn't he be the best candidate?"
Chapter completed!