Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 199: Not equal

Before Wu Mian finished speaking, the incense stick under his feet began to bend strangely. After twisting and twisting, it turned into incense ash and scattered all over the ground. Then, the faint voice of the poisonous lord rang again: "It's over, what should I do now?"

"I lost..." When Wu Mian spoke, he opened the door of the house, walked out of the house with a face like water, and then disappeared into the darkness in front of the door.

Looking at Wu Mian's appearance, Gui Bugui and Bai Wuqiu shook their heads at the same time. The old guy sucked Hanako and said to himself, "Isn't it good to be your poisonous lord? Just go and mess with him... Now it's all right, your good days of immortality are coming to an end."

"That's right, old guy, this really annoys your uncle, I'm heartbroken, Lao Tzu." Bai Wuqiu followed suit, and after sighing, the idiot continued: "This time Well, it's too late for this poisonous lord to escape now... Little uncle, you keep his soul, we have something to ask this **** later..."

"You said it too late..." After Wu Mian, who disappeared in the darkness, replied, an electric arc suddenly flashed outside the gate of the house. In an instant, two figures appeared, one of them was Wu Mian, and the other was a short bald old man, whose body seemed to have a layer of snakeskin-like skin. The two stood face to face, the bald old man sneered, and a stream of purple air evaporated down the pores of his body. And Wu Mian looked at the old man with a smile, as if he was looking at a lost dog.

The arc flashed past, and immediately the door was pitch black again. Long Tuozi's eyes widened, but they couldn't see the two figures. At this time, there was a dead silence outside the house. The more this is the case, Long Tuozi and the three of them have no bottom in their hearts. At this moment, the hunchback man stuck his head out from the warehouse and said to the study room: "Great cultivator, that Poison Monarch is no trivial matter. If Mr. Wu Mian is careless, then ..."

Before he finished speaking, an electric arc appeared at the door again. With the light of the arc, I saw the two people just now again, but their postures have changed greatly. The bald old man was kneeling on the ground covered in blood, and Wu Mian stood in front of him, looking at the old man with his trademark sarcastic smile.

After the light of the arc disappeared again, Wu Mian's unique voice came out from the darkness: "So you are too embarrassed to use poison? Why don't you poison me? I can't wait..."

"Great cultivator, I'm young and ignorant... You don't know half of me as a child." The voice of the poisonous gentleman came out just now, and then his voice like killing a pig rang again: "It's all Guangren! I was deceived by him... cultivator, you let me go, and I will go all out for you and him... cultivator, please spare your life... I still have a wife in my 80s and a son who is over 100 years old. How can they live when I die."

The next few sentences were shouted out of tune, as if someone's throat had been strangled. Just when everyone didn't understand what time it was, they saw two figures walking out of the darkness. The white-haired Wu Mian walked in front, pinching the back of the bald old man's neck in his hand, and threw him into the house.

The strength of this blow was unclear, and the bald old man was out of breath. Looking at Wu Mian, who seemed like nothing had happened, Gui Bugui said with a smile: "Actually, you don't have to do it yourself, the old man, I originally planned to let him use poison to seal the land outside. If so, there will be any monks to make trouble, this will be a problem. A little poison can also make them toss. Now you bring people in, and I have to work harder for the old man..."

Before Wu Mian could speak, Bai Wuqiu took out a wine jar full of fine wine from the warehouse. He smashed it directly at the bald old man's head. After the wine jar was broken, the liquor poured onto his face. Wake the old man up.

"Great monk, spare your life..." The bald old man who woke up shouted. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no change in his voice, Long Tuozi and others wouldn't believe that he was such a famous third-generation poison monarch. To be able to catch him so easily, the white-haired man still doesn't know how powerful he is. The three of Long Tuozi were glad that they didn't fight this man before. They are not poison lords, but they can't support this time.

"You are the third-generation Poison King?" At this time, Gui Bugui also came over, looked up and down the bald old man, pointed to the 'snake skin' on his body and said, "This is also your practice of poisoning. When I was a child, I was attacked by poison, right? If I knew that I was going to turn into a ghost like you, I would be an immortal person who would never die like this.”

At this time, the poison lord had been completely beaten by Wu Mian. When the white-haired man just went out, he hadn't yet looked down on this little white face. At the moment, he even dared to come to Wu Mian's side, face-to-face and wanted to poison him so that there were no bones left. The closer the distance between the three poisonous masters, the more powerful the poisonous art. He once thought that as long as he stood face to face, even the legendary master Xu Fu was no match for him.

I didn't expect that after the contact, he realized that the white-haired man couldn't get any poison in his body. Just when Du Jun felt a hint of coolness, the white-haired man suddenly shot and grabbed Du Jun's wrist. Then a strange force was transmitted to Wu Mian's body along the palm of his hand, and the silent poison in the poisonous emperor suddenly became active.

Poison Monarch has survived until now, relying on the relative balance of more than 100 poisons in his body. This balance poisoned his flesh, bones, and internal organs, and now suddenly that balance was broken. The Poison Lord didn't dare to entangle with Wu Mian any more, so he could only kneel on the ground and try to suppress the active poisons.

And Wu Mian didn't take the opportunity to make a move. After watching him finally suppress the poison, he threw the poisonous gentleman, who was no longer able to fight back, into the yard.

The Poison Lord has lived for hundreds of years, and he has never encountered such a situation. Now he understands the huge gap in strength between himself and this white-haired man. When Wu Mian pinched the back of his neck and dragged Du Jun into the house all the way, the bald old man didn't even show the slightest sign of resistance.

Seeing the return in front of him, the bald old man gave a wry smile and said, "If I knew this was the case, even if Guangren knelt in front of me and said flowers, I wouldn't come to trouble you. Look. For the sake of being deceived, please spare me this time. If I meet a few of you great cultivators in the future, I, Du Jun, will walk around..."

"Poison Lord... Du Jun, it turns out that you are such a poisonous prince of the third generation." After Gui Bugui smiled, he glanced at the bald old man who was about to cry without tears, and then continued: "I can't bear to be like this now. If you die, the well water is your fault, how to poison it, how to get it back..."

"Yes, I'll detoxify..." The poisonous gentleman climbed to the edge of the well that had been sealed, took out a few small porcelain vases from his body, and finally asked if he would return and borrowed an empty bowl. A few drops of liquid of different colors were poured out of a small porcelain bottle. After mixing the liquid thoroughly, the seemingly innocuous bowl of liquid fell down the gap in Ishii.

After seeing that the liquid completely melted into the well water, Du Jun accompanied Wu Mian and Gui Bugui with a smile and said, "That's it, don't worry, old man, this is my unique antidote for Du Jun. There won't be any more poison, you can drink it with confidence, and if something happens, I will go to Du Jun to kill him."

"Originally, the old man planned to send you back to the west, but I saw that you are so sensible. Then I will spare you again..." When he spoke, Gui Bugui turned his head and pointed at Long Tuozi and the others who had already looked stupid, and said : "You should have seen what happened to them. You live outside the door just like them. During the day, you help repair the house, and at night, you make changes at the door. You have gathered four people, enough. There is a table of mahjong, and I don’t want to join the fifth person. Do you understand what I mean by the old man?”

"Understood..." When speaking, Du Jun folded his fists at the three of Long Tuozi, and said with a bow, "It's up to the three of you to take care of them in the past few days..."

Bai Wuqiu saw it, pouted, and said to Gui Bugui, "This grandson is so polite..."