Taking a deep breath, Si Jiu trotted to the source of the sound. The five wells formed a circle, and she stood in the middle of the five wells unknowingly.

"This is Wuquan?" Si Jiu didn't expect that the legendary Wuquan was actually Wujing!?

She didn't have time to think too much, the rustling sound became more and more obvious, obviously it wasn't the sound of the water in the well that interrupted all her distracting thoughts.

The sound came from the well. What was the sound? The enchanted person approached one of the wells. The well was very deep, and she could only see a dark mass. Then, a rapidly rising army of scorpions appeared in front of her eyes. Five kinds of poisons gushed out of the well, scorpions, centipedes, green snakes...

Without even thinking about it, she sprinkled a circle of poison-restraining powder beside her. The poison couldn't come in, and she couldn't go out either. Every hour, at most one hour, when her medicine powder can no longer support her, she will die in this forbidden forest, maybe there will be bones left behind, maybe no one will know her death.

The poison climbed up her feet, and the tight clothing she wore for the convenience of inquiring about the news played a very good protective role at this moment. The poison corroded and broke the bag of the sachet, and the bottles and jars included the iron plate that could prove that she was related to Sishuilou scattered on the ground.

"what……"

Before Si Jiu became conscious, the last thing he heard was someone who seemed to be surprised.

Unglaring morning sun, a reassuring herbal scent, and three refreshing cups of tea.

When he almost died for the second time, Si Jiu absolutely never thought that he would have a chance of surviving, let alone staying in some torture cell dungeon in embarrassment, but lying on a bamboo mat while someone served tea Pass water.

The woman serving tea and water put away the teacup, and threw the iron signboard of Sishuilou into Si Jiu's arms, "Little guy, put away this signboard."

"Senior, do you have a relationship with the Waterlike Tower?" Si Jiu didn't dare to ask the other party if he knew Si Jiuru. She knew who the Waterlike Tower originally belonged to. If the mysterious enemy returns, she will die even if she dies.

"...No, don't ask if you shouldn't ask. Also, no matter why you broke into the trap, no matter why you are looking for the forbidden area of ​​Wuquanlin, go after you recover. Wuquanlin has long been out of touch. Wulin matters."

"Senior~"

However, no matter what Ren Sijiu called, the woman just calmly packed her things and left the house.

Living in a bamboo house with Miaojiang characteristics for several days, as a doctor, Si Jiu knew that her body had fully recovered, and because she was proficient in medical theory, she relied on some superficial internal strength to disguise her pulse as good or not. , it was obviously beyond the time limit for a normal person to recover, but fortunately the woman was only surprised for a while, and did not force Si Jiu to leave.

Three days later, Si Jiu became more and more familiar with the woman who claimed to be A Zhu, and was really worried about the restless subgu in Si Jiuru's body, so Si Jiu stopped A Zhu in the medicine field.

"Aunt Zhu, I beg you, please tell me where the saint is, please!?" Si Jiu knelt down and hugged A Zhu's thigh.

"...the saint is dead."

"...Impossible. The holy religion respects the saint. How could it be possible that after the death of the saint, it is only said that she is living in seclusion."

"Hey, you've been here for a long time, do you know what kind of potion you drink every day?"

"...What does this have to do with the Holy Maiden?"

"Wuquanlin is not called Wuquanlin because there are five springs, but the medicine spring that gushes out five-color spring water at the turn of day and night. Those rumors are just spread by our Miaojiang to protect the medicine spring. You went there earlier That place is nothing but a trap, the real secret place is here, but these days, you have seen living people besides me and you."

"...You, you are?"

"I'm not a saint, I'm just a sinner, so if you're looking for a saint, I just advise you to leave quickly, she's already dead."

"Then why did you save me?"

"Because you are from Sishuilou, our holy religion has a lot to do with Sishuilou, so I will save you."

"...I don't believe it. Are you the saint? You are lying to me."

"Silly boy, have you ever seen a saint who has no one around her, doesn't practice kung fu or make Gu every day, and is here to take care of you, a fake patient."

That's what he said, "But the golden thread mother-child Gu, what should the person who has been infected by the mother-child Gu do if the saint dies?"

A Zhu's eyes flashed suddenly, it turned out that he came here for the child-mother Gu, and calmly supported Si Jiu back to the bamboo house, "That thing is usually only used between master and servant, and the servant must willingly offer the tip of his tongue before using it." Blood, why do people still want to undo that kind of Gu?"

"...My younger sister, she was poisoned by this Gu poison when she was young and ignorant, and now she has some conflicts with the host of the mother Gu. "After saying these words in a daze, Si Jiu was knocked unconscious by A Zhu's palm.

She only made a pair of gold silk mother-in-law Gu for her younger sister, who has been dead for many years, so it should be used for her children. Now it seems that her niece may have encountered a disobedient servant.

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Chapter 100 Contract Eight

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