Chapter 187

The routine of Zhang Da Ming and Third Uncle was actually very simple, and it was worthless to say it.

When night fell, after the guarding cultivators were replaced by two of Third Uncle's people, these two people entered the cave to check the condition of the Xiangxi prisoners of war as usual.

These prisoners of war were imprisoned in the mountain cave, all wearing Eight-Prohibition Ropes, basically everyone was injured. Those with lighter injuries leaned against the cave wall, and those with heavy injuries simply lay horizontally and vertically. After the two people from Third Uncle entered, while distributing rice cakes and drinking water, they checked the injuries of each prisoner of war. Those who could eat rice cakes naturally didn't need to be checked, mainly checking those who were lying down.

After checking one by one, the two saw a young cultivator leaning against the corner of the wall, ragged, with a blue-black face, obviously suffering from poison. In fact, not only this young man, but half of the Xiangxi prisoners of war imprisoned in the cave were poisoned by various poison techniques.

The two walked to the front, one grabbed his hair, lifted his face, looked at each other, and nodded secretly.

There was a mole near the corner of the eye between the eyebrows, and he looked less than twenty years old. Among all the prisoners in the cave, he was the only one who met the conditions.

One of them pinched his wrist, and the true essence probed in. After a slight check, it was indeed the fifth stage. This was the one they were looking for, no mistake.

They found the right one. This person was indeed Su Jing.

This was the first time Su Jing had suffered such a great bitterness. Not only was he poisoned, but his meridians were also sealed by the Eight-Prohibition Rope, and he had to endure the pain of poison fire attacking the heart every day. But as soon as he thought of the cultivation experience his brother-in-law had taught him, he was full of fighting spirit, trying his best to maintain the clarity of his spiritual sense, and struggling to support himself in adversity. There is great terror between life and death, and the opportunity lies in the terror. As long as he holds on, all cultivation problems will be solved.

Most importantly, there was that spirit pill!

Must bring it back to brother-in-law!

After being continuously grabbed by the hair and probed by true essence, his consciousness became three points clearer, and he quietly moved his toes, sensing that the small spirit pill still existed, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

A spirit pill was hidden in the wound of his toe, and a scab had formed on the outside. No one could have thought of it.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask for water, he was slapped on the back of the head, his whole body shook, and he fell into a coma.

Before falling into a coma, what he was still thinking about was the five words "Dragon Gall Yin-Yang Pill."

"This one has no breath!" one of the Badong cultivators announced loudly.

"Carry it out and bury it!" another responded loudly.

The Xiangxi cultivators imprisoned in the cave all cast their eyes, some curious, some sympathetic, some indignant, and more numb—they no longer had the strength to generate any emotions.

Su Jing was lifted out, his head drooping to one side, looking like a corpse.

Third Uncle reached out and checked it again, nodded and said, "Sure enough, it's dead. Bury it." He turned his head and ordered Zhang Da Ming behind him, "Go and help."

Zhang Da Ming covered Su Jing with a sack, carried him on his shoulder, and walked out of the mountain with the two Badong cultivators.

Arriving at the checkpoint outside the mountain, Zhang Da Ming handed over two spirit stones. The guard poked his head and looked into the sack casually, pinched his nose and asked, "Where are you going to bury it!"

Zhang Da Ming said, "In the forest to the east, pit number five."

The guard waved his hand, "Carry it away, bury it deeper, maybe someone will come to check later, don't make a mistake."

Out of the mountain pass and into the dense forest, Zhang Da Ming came to an open space, looked around, and found a big tree, "Two, is it okay to bury it here?"

The two Badong cultivators didn't care where he buried it, just urged with a smile, "Hurry up!" They stood by and waited.

Zhang Da Ming slapped out, and the ground seemed to be rolling with insects and snakes, and a pit immediately arched out. He threw the sack into it, covered it with mud, and it was buried.

He gave the two Badong cultivators two spirit stones each. The two smiled and bowed, everyone was happy.

Just about to leave, suddenly there was movement outside the forest. The three were stunned, and a figure arrived here in the blink of an eye, asking urgently, "Are you burying someone?"

This was an inner disciple executive of Gengsang Cave, at the perfection stage of Qi Refinement. Although he hadn't established a foundation, his hand was quite hard during combat, his actions were swift, and his methods were ruthless. The three felt a thud in their hearts and bowed, "Executive Suo."

Executive Suo asked again, "Are you burying someone?"

This couldn't be hidden. The two who were responsible for guarding the prisoners of war replied, "Yes, a Xiangxi thief who died..."

Executive Suo asked, "What kind of person? What is his name?"

"This is unknown..."

"How old?"

"This..."

"Is he twenty?"

"Didn't notice..."

"Dig it out!"

The two Badong cultivators looked at each other, looked at Zhang Da Ming, and Executive Suo also looked at Zhang Da Ming, took two steps closer, and shouted, "Dig quickly!"

The two Badong cultivators stood behind Executive Suo, and magic artifacts slid out of their sleeves, winking at Zhang Da Ming.

Zhang Da Ming nodded, slapped his palm on the ground, and the mud rolled and surged again, revealing the pit inside.

The two Badong cultivators were stunned, and the magic artifacts that had slid halfway out of their sleeves were retracted.

Executive Suo walked over a few steps, and saw a corpse lying in the pit, clothes tattered, and the skin on his face was obviously wrinkled, black, and swollen. He frowned, "How many days has this one been dead? Doesn't look like he died today?"

A Badong cultivator behind him said, "Dead for two days, discovered late... perhaps it also has something to do with the poison he was poisoned with."

Executive Suo broke a branch and poked at the dead gray and ferocious face, "You think, does he have twenty?"

All three shook their heads, saying at least thirty or more.

Executive Suo finally stood up, threw the branch, and ordered, "If there is a Xiangxi thief under twenty sent over, report it to me immediately! Also, bury this corpse first, don't move it."

After Executive Suo left, the two Badong cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to Zhang Da Ming, and bowed to say goodbye.

Zhang Da Ming buried the corpse again, waited for a while, slapped the other side of the tree, and the mud on the other side rolled, rolling up a sack, and stopped after rolling out one-third, retreated to a big tree in the distance, and squatted silently.

Seeing that the agreed time had arrived, three figures came into the forest. It was Liu Daoran and his two friends. Seeing the three arrive under the tree, they dug the sack out of the mud. Zhang Da Ming knew that his business was done, so he retreated quietly.

After returning, Zhang Da Ming found Third Uncle and told him what happened. Seeing Third Uncle's brow furrowed, he asked, "Is Executive Suo hard to deal with?"

Third Uncle said, "The Xiangxi thief who was taken out should have a different identity. The above noticed it. Executive Suo is the most stubborn in everything. He might be suspicious."

Zhang Da Ming was a bit nervous, pondered for a moment, clenched his fists, "I'll handle it. I heard he is at the perfection stage of Qi Refinement? Third Uncle, if I have anything..."

Third Uncle scolded, "You can handle a fart!"

Zhang Da Ming was unconvinced, "Gengsang Cave is just poison techniques. Although my cultivation level is not as good as his, I have ways when caught off guard..."

Third Uncle said, "He joined Gengsang Cave halfway. His poison technique is different from Gengsang Cave's poison. His true essence is poison, and poison is true essence!"

Zhang Da Ming was stunned, "Then we can't watch him check it out. If he finds out, everyone will die!"

Third Uncle pondered for a long time, "This way, the news just arrived, there will be a great battle tonight, I will go find him and shake hands with him."

On this side, Liu Xiaolou carried Su Jing out of the sack, and true essence wandered through his meridians. Su Jing woke up leisurely, saw Liu Xiaolou's face in a daze, and smiled, his breath weak, "Brother-in-law... between... life and death..."

Liu Xiaolou said, "Brother-in-law came to pick you up, let's go home."

Hutou Jiao pulled Su Jing onto his back, "I'll do it! Shisan, it's me, your Hutou brother!" His family's body-refining technique was extraordinary, carrying a person on his back like carrying a goose feather.

Liu Xiaolou and Liu Daoran protected them on the side, and under the cover of night, they sneaked out of the mountain.

Running in the mountain for five or six miles, they finally escaped the scope of Mount Xiannu. Liu Daoran said goodbye, "Xiaolou, I'm going back. Come again when you have time, I will take you to appreciate the scenery of Bazhong... You go south for a long distance before crossing the river."

Liu Xiaolou clasped his fists, "Great kindness is not spoken of, Brother Daoran, see you later!"