Chapter 631:骨的仇恨

I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say. These people still did not let go of its corpse, swinging a large blade, has been the blood corpse cut into pieces, which do not feel relieved, the entire Zhang family mansion, even the officers and soldiers plus Zhang governor's family, several hundred mouths of people, now there are still dozens of people left, the rest of the whole let these blood corpses killed, which had to let these people's hearts on the blood corpse is full of bone-deep hatred.

Zhang governor holding a small son and Wang magistrate and Zhu master and other people toward the Qingfeng Taoist past, Zhang governor will be the small son on the ground, a hand to hold the Qingfeng Taoist, see him with a trace of blood at the corner of the mouth, can not help but be shocked, a face of eagerness asked:Qingfeng Taoist …… you …… are you alright?"

Qingfeng Daoist Chief coughed a few times, spat out a mouthful of blood froth, his chest rose and fell violently, and said breathlessly, "The poor Taoist can't die for a while …… You guys go and see how my disciple is doing …… "

Inspector Zhang looked up towards where Zhou Ming was and said to a few people on the side, "Quickly invite that young Taoist Master over ……"

Those few people answered and walked over to carry Zhou Ming over, Zhou Ming was holding a vinegar jar with one hand, and the other hand was still inside that vinegar jar, as Zhou Ming got closer and closer, a strong vinegar odor wafted out, smoky people wanted to sneeze.

Those few people put Zhou Ming down, Zhou Ming glanced towards his master, saw his old man's face was waxy, the corner of his mouth was still hanging with blood, couldn't help but be shocked, and busy asked, "Master …… how did you get hurt? Is it serious?"

Daoist Master Qingfeng did not answer, but glanced at Zhou Ming and said indifferently, "Stretch out your hand, the poor Taoist will take a look ……"

Zhou Ming just took advantage of that group of people to deal with the blood corpses, used most of the jar of vinegar, coated the whole body, exuding a smell of vinegar, the rest of the half jar of vinegar he did not waste, his hand has been placed inside without taking it out, listening to the master say so, this is the hand out, and so on out to see, he was shocked himself, his own arms and palms were even more than twice as thick as usual, a lot of rotting places did not heal and did not continue to deteriorate down, it looks really a bit scary.

"Master …… how did the disciple's arm become like this ……" Zhou Ming asked with some disbelief, his heart suddenly feeling very bad.

Qingfeng Taoist Master's breathing gradually calmed down, sighed and said, "Feng'er ah …… this arm of yours can be saved even if it is good …… at least it can still be used… …If the master had come a little later, this arm of yours would have rotted away …… There is a possibility that it will also spread to the whole body and finally turn into a puddle of pus and blood ……"

"Then can the apprentice's arm still be restored to its former appearance? How can I meet people in the future if my disciple has gotten into this state?" Zhou Ming was a bit anxious, that half of the arm was white and rotting in some places, it was disgusting how it looked, and let Zhou Ming, who had always been more concerned about his appearance, find it a bit hard to accept.