Weird Taoism: I became a god in a strange world

Zhao Mei'e was in front of Lin Hun.

Lin Hun knew from the back that she was definitely the best young woman.

Her long legs were youthful, powerful and elastic.

Her hips were like an electric current, and any man couldn't help but look at them.

The skin behind her neck was white, and her hair was as black as ink.

She also had a pair of round and high breasts that made all men dream.

No matter how you look at it, Zhao Mei'e was the best among 18-year-old women.

Women in the Dayu Dynasty got married early.

The 18-year-old Zhao Mei'e had already grown into a plump and beautiful woman.

Zhao Tou lay weakly on the bed, with the left side of his body wrapped in bandages.

His head tilted on the bed, looking weakly at the three children he missed the most.

"Lin Hun, you're here. What else can Uncle Zhao do? Anyway, he won't live for two days. Of the three of you, the one I'm most worried about is Junshan."

"He's only twelve years old. After I die, he will serve as a white soldier in the Tianlao of the Town Guisi. Lin Hun, you have to take care of him when the time comes."

Zhao Tou's wife was bought from the barbarian land. At this moment, she was crying quietly outside the house and couldn't get a word in.

Zhao Tou disliked her for not knowing etiquette, so he didn't let her in the house, and only told his two children about his funeral affairs.

"Uncle Zhao, don't say that, you will definitely live a hundred years!"

"Haha, Lin Hun, you are also a white soldier, so you naturally know that you can only live for three days after being poisoned by corpses. You don't need to comfort Uncle Zhao with kind words.

Your uncle Zhao's corpse poison has not yet invaded his brain, and he is still sober now. If you have this spare time, you might as well talk about Junshan's affairs."

Zhao Tou's death is a foregone conclusion.

But what he is most worried about is his son.

After all, his child is only twelve years old and he hasn't had time to buy a wife to leave descendants.

If I just leave like this, what will happen to Junshan?

"Uncle Zhao, as long as I, Lin Hun, am here, I will ensure that my brother Junshan is safe and sound."

When Lin Hun thought of the scene when he, Zhao Mei'e, and Zhao Junshan played happily together when they were young, his heart was warmed for no reason.

He blurted out this sentence that he should not have made easily.

But once the words were out, they could not be taken back.

"Hey, Lin Hun, you have gradually become sensible after experiencing the corpse explosion during this period. If you can say such words, I, your uncle Zhao, will die with my eyes closed."

"But, we Baizu are all short-lived species. It is a blessing to live to the age of forty and leave descendants. How can we be safe and sound?"

Zhao Tou sighed sadly.

He looked at the three children in front of him who he was most worried about.

Although there was no light, he could still vaguely see the figures of the three children because he was used to the darkness.

When he thought of the promise he made to protect Lin Hun's father before his death, it was as if it was right in front of him.

Unexpectedly, today, it is his turn.

The White Soldier is not auspicious.

He will die young.

Zhao Tou sighed again, breathing heavily.

Beads of sweat kept falling on his face, his brows were furrowed, and he was trying hard to hold back the pain without making a sound.

This is the state of the corpse poison attacking the heart.

"Dad!"

Zhao Junshan was still young, he cried and stepped forward to hold Zhao Tou's hand.

Zhao Tou's eyes were full of love, and turbid tears flowed from his eyes when he saw his young son in front of him.

He wanted to say something but stopped.

When he thought that his twelve-year-old son would replace himself and join the White Soldier.

Only terrible misfortune awaited him.

He could only blame himself for his incompetence.

His son was born in the White Soldier family and couldn't get out.

Zhao Tou didn't know what to say.

At this time, silence was better than words.

Zhao Tou gently touched his son's head and sighed secretly.

"Uncle Zhao, is there any way to remove the corpse poison?"

Lin Hun couldn't stand this kind of separation.

Especially since he was the only person in the world who was kind to him.

"Remove the corpse poison? Haha, except for the jailers, how can others remove the corpse poison?"

The light in Zhao Tou's eyes flashed away.

His face was gray.

The jailers could remove the corpse poison.

But in the eyes of the jailers, the white soldiers were just inferior beings. How could they go to the trouble of working hard for a mere white soldier?

"Uncle Zhao, can the jailers remove the corpse poison from you?"

Lin Hun heard the meaning from Zhao Tou's hesitant words.

"Haha, Lin Hun, I know you want to save your uncle Zhao's life. But the lives of our white soldiers are cheap. The death of a white soldier is like the death of an old dog in a stinky ditch. The jailers won't care, the prison won't care, and the Suppression of Ghosts won't care."

Zhao Tou's brows were getting tighter and tighter, and he was almost unable to control the severe pain of the corpse poison attacking his heart.

Zhao Mei'e sighed and picked up a pipe from the table.

She carefully took out some special tobacco from the small dish next to her and put it into the pipe.

"Sizzle..."

The flint lit the tobacco.

The tobacco burned and produced smoke.

"Dad, this is for you."

Zhao Mei'eHanded the pipe to her father.

"Ahem..."

Zhao Tou, who was in extreme pain, could not bear it any longer.

He grabbed the pipe his daughter had lit and took two puffs.

"Sizzle..."

The smoke from the burning tobacco entered his lungs and blended into his blood, slowly numbing his pain.

"Mandi Poison Poppy."

Lin Hun instantly smelled what kind of tobacco Zhao Tou was smoking.

Mandi Poison Poppy is a poisonous grass. After being dried, cut into strips, and ignited and inhaled, it has an anesthetic effect.

Most of the white soldiers knew about this thing.

Zhao Tou was attacked by corpse poison and had to resort to this last resort because of the severe pain.

Zhao Tou recovered only after the effect of Mandi Poison Poppy.

Zhao Mei'e couldn't bear to see her father suffer, so she came behind him and pinched his head.

Zhao Junshan cried and pinched his father's legs.

"Lin Hun, the guards practiced trickery, so they can naturally cure the corpse poison. But..."

Zhao Tou saw that Lin Hun was not leaving, and he knew that he didn't have much time left.

He wanted to say as much as he could to the three children.

"But what?"

Lin Hun asked.

"It is said that even the guards need to pay a certain price to cure the corpse poison. I have no relatives or friends with any of the guards, so how could they be willing to pay a price to save me."

"Also, the guards regard the white soldiers as ominous, so how could they dirty their hands by curing the white soldiers?"

Zhao Tou laughed at himself.

He looked at his youngest son Zhao Junshan apologetically.

The white soldiers are cheap.

They are so cheap.

"Uncle Zhao, is there really no other way?"

Lin Hun asked unyieldingly.

"Lin Hun, don't have any extravagant hopes! Accept your fate, I have already accepted it."

"My two children have suffered. Mei'e grew up to be so beautiful and generous, but she was born in my Baizu family.

She married a short-lived husband who died earlier than me. She was young and became a widow without even a child."

"My son Junshan is so young, but he has to work as a Baizu for me. Oh, if I could live three more years, it would be great. Junshan would have grown up... Oh..."

Zhao Tou has already accepted his fate.

Using the Mandi poison to numb the pain just to live two more days.

Lin Hun didn't know what to say here.

"Lin Hun, go back early, I still have things to tell that woman."

Zhao Tou waved his hand and smiled at Lin Hun.

See through life and death.

There is no fear of death.