Sima Lan walked over, stretched out her jade hand, and flicked Sima Ge twice on the forehead: "If you eat someone else's food, you think someone else's life will be short, that's really bad!"

Sima Geli said confidently: "I am thinking about the young lady."

At this moment.

The Wubao Hall has been divided into two halves by a piece of silk.

The old ghost was the first to walk into the silk, and looked at Xia Tian who was half-masked, with only his eyes exposed: "See you, Your Majesty!"

“No need to be polite, save time!”

"yes!"

The old ghost sat in front of Xia Tian, ​​took off his shirt, and found a long knife wound across his chest. The flesh and blood on the edge of the wound was red and swollen, and some of it had suppurated!

It looks very ferocious.

Xia Tian took out a long silver needle from the wallet next to him and placed the tip of the needle on the lit candle to burn it: "I have seen your injury twice. The first time was when we first met to examine the injury."

"The second time was when I was taking a shower."

"The reason why your wound never heals and keeps getting red, swollen and suppurating is mainly because the poison in the wound has not been removed."

"I will first prick your pus, pull out the pus head, and then drive away the poison from your wound. Finally, I will apply the king's original golden sore medicine, and your wound will be healed!"

The old ghost is overjoyed!

Xia Tian continued: "Sirius weapons are smeared with some weird things. If you are injured by them, those strange things will turn into strange poisons in your body. Although you will not die immediately, you will suffer endless pain.

Your whole life will be worse than death gradually, you are very vicious!"

A trace of hatred flashed in the old ghost's eyes: "Your Majesty, what did the Sirius put on the edge of the knife?"

A cold light flashed in Xia Tian's eyes: "Rotten livestock corpse water, excrement, poisonous snake liquid, rust water, poisonous weed water, etc. These things are very difficult to deal with!"

Painful memories flashed in the old ghost's eyes: "That's true!"

"Many old brothers did not die on the battlefield, but were tortured to death by injuries that could not be healed!"

Speaking of which.

The old ghost looked at Xia Tian with a hopeful look on his face: "My lord, can you cure it?"
Chapter completed!