C11 (2/2)

The man beside him scratched his head. What was going on? You push it over, I push it over.

Gui Zhi lowered his head as his shoulders twitched. He reached out to push away the prescription and cried out in a tearful voice, ”Go! Go! I don't want you to save me! I don't want you to save me!”

The prescription looked weak, but it was not something a girl like her could move.

”Kekekeke”, the old deity's male duck's voice rang out again, ”Human is an interesting animal. You can't figure out what you want to do in the next second. For example, how could you bear to hurt this girl's heart?”

Fang Zishu remained as unmoving as a mountain, his face still as cold as ice. However, he was hesitating; although Gui Qi and he had met a different fate, they were both unfortunate people, so how could he just leave like that? Besides, with the old god here, how could he walk easily?

While he was hesitating, Gui Zhi suddenly fell to the ground. He knew that this was an omen of the Eighteen Tribulations.

The old god chuckled as he hid his hands in his cloak, showing no intention of attacking.

Fang Zhushu clenched his fists and said coldly, ”You win!”

The old god cackled. In the end, Fang Zishu was not a peerless person.

The Ten Ultimate, the Ultimate, the Ultimate, the Greed, the Ultimate, the Ultimate, the Ultimate, the Ultimate, the Ultimate.

Gui Zhi's body was constantly shaking. Blood was flowing out of his nose, eyes, mouth, and ears. The blood was black and exuded a pungent, fishy odor, like the stench of a fish that had grown maggots on a rainy day.

The look in Fang Zishu's eyes changed. These 18 tribulations were even faster than he had expected. The accumulated toxins had already corroded Gui Zhi's internal organs.

In order to save others, Fang Zishu didn't have his initial perseverance. He took out a bag of needles from his bosom and quickly inserted it into the major acupoints around Gui Zhi's body, controlling the poison to spread further.

In this moonless night, he was still able to pierce every acupoint accurately without missing a drop, as if a highly accurate computer was operating in his brain.

The golden needle, like a roaming dragon, had a life in the hands of Fang Zishu, constantly roaming around the body of the osmanthus branch.

The elderly God was watching by the side, and as he expected, even though he hadn't completely mastered the Fang family's secret technique, he was still able to master the Nine Dragons Healing Needles, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to use it.

The man was stunned. Was he even human? His hand speed was actually so fast that he couldn't even see it clearly.

Fang Zishu's face was calm, and his breath was long. He couldn't panic at all with the Wandering Dragon Golden Needle, and as time passed by, more sweat began to pour out from his forehead. It dripped onto the back of the osmanthus branch, turning into steam.

At this moment, Gui Zhi had turned into a piece of soldering iron. 981 gold needles were pulled out at almost the same time. Who knew how he managed to do it?

He saw Fang Zishu take out a dagger, and the starlight on the dagger's edge revealed its sharpness. Both of Gui Zhi's wrists were cut open.

The stinky black blood flowed like money, quickly forming a puddle under the osmanthus branches.

After a minute or so, Fang Zishu took out a clot of blood and smeared it on Gui Zhi's wrist. It was strange that the foot deep wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the cloak, the old deity licked his lips, ”Blood essence, good stuff!”