Chapter 1343: Chapter 1393: Poison Worm Harm
Therefore, it’s only right to give sothing in return. According to the clan disciples who went out to investigate, this Song Family is truly a super family with countless wealth, nurous mbers, and many companies. For the Black Miao Tribe to attach itself to such a family is indeed a good thing, even if it ans coming into conflict with the White Miao.
As for kidnapping that Bunong, well, they just did. As long as we can appease the Song Family and handle this matter well, it’s worth making so sacrifices.
Song An downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, smiled, and patted Tianbao on the shoulder, saying, "The Song Family has promised you that if you kill that damned person, we will even double the benefits for you. So, perform well, Tianbao. The world outside is much broader; flying across the sky in a private jet, cruising the seas on a private yacht, those are the real experiences of life, not just being stuck in a small Miao Village from birth to death."
After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the outside, saying, "Co with
to see that Bunong, I still need to get so information out of him!"
A trace of excitent appeared on Tianbao’s face. Seeing Song An walk out, he quickly stood up and followed.
Arriving at the place where Bunong was held, Song An pushed the door open and entered. Inside, two mbers of the Black Miao Tribe were in charge of guarding Bunong. Bunong’s face was a bit bruised, tied to an upright wooden post. As soon as Song An entered, Bunong opened his eyes.
Song An walked over and pulled the cloth out of Bunong’s mouth, sneered, and said, "Bunong, have you thought it through?"
Bunong said nothing, staring at Song An with hatred in his eyes.
"Playing dumb isn’t a good idea. I know you, Bunong, can speak Chinese. But if you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you. We have ti. Let
tell you honestly, even if you don’t write that letter, your daughter and that Li Yifei are probably already as good as dead. No matter how powerful he is, he can’t withstand the bombardnt of modern weapons. The only reason I’m keeping you is just in case."
After saying this, Bunong’s heart trembled. He could certainly understand Chinese, and after spending these days with Li Yifei, his ability had improved significantly.
He had only thought it was a sudden attack by the Black Miao on the White Miao but never imagined that these Black Miao would be helping outsiders to harm others. On the way, he secretly released the offensive Five-Step Silkworm to try to control Song An, but Tianbao thwarted him. In the way of using Worms, the Black Miao Tribe possessed more offensive thods, and in return, they placed two types of poison worms on him. Now, not only was Bunong tied up, but he was also in imnse pain all over, as if countless ants were nibbling his body, causing an itch with pain, yet he couldn’t scratch it.
He recognized this poisonous worm. Miao people called it the Ten Thousand Poison Ant, a very potent worm poison. It harms but isn’t fatal.
Upon hearing about his daughter’s and future son-in-law’s plight, Bunong felt a pain ten thousand tis worse than being infested by the Ten Thousand Poison Ants. These villains had colluded together to target his daughter and future son-in-law.
He spat a mouthful of thick, stinking phlegm right onto Song An’s face, hitting dead on. Song An’s relatively handso face imdiately contorted into rage; he angrily wiped the phlegm from his face and cursed Bunong, "You old bastard, how dare you spit on ! I will kill you!"
Song An’s original profession wasn’t military; in fact, he was just a businessman, the Song family’s representative in Miaojiang, also dabbling in so shady dealings, thus being ruthless in character. Bunong’s thick phlegm had provoked him to the point of wanting to kill.
Tianbao hurriedly held him back, saying, "Mr. Song, you can’t kill him yet. We haven’t received feedback from the other side. You can’t kill anyone now. Besides, although this Bunong is wicked, he can’t be killed, or there will be big trouble!"
"If not kill... then hit him with a few more Ten Thousand Poison Ants, I want to torture him to death!" Song An stomped his foot in anger. He also understood that this person couldn’t be killed, at least not yet. But as long as Li Yifei was dead, he wouldn’t care about any conflict that might arise between the Black Miao and White Miao due to Bunong.
"A person can only be hit with one Ten Thousand Poison Ant, Mr. Song, calm down. We have plenty of ways to deal with him. We have countless types of poison worms to handle him." Tianbao walked up to Bunong, looking at him with so condescension, snorting, "Bunong, this is Mr. Song from a great family. If you’re not afraid of implicating your clan, then keep cursing."
Bunong was completely fearless, his eyes glaring as if they would pop out, staring at the Black Miao Tribe’s clan chief, Tianbao, who aided and abetted outsiders, said, "Tianbao, you are helping outsiders to harm the Miao people. The Nuwa Goddess will not forgive you!"
Tianbao’s face showed a slight unease, but it disappeared in a flash. Having chosen this path, he wouldn’t regret it. He looked at Bunong with so pity, sneered, and said, "Ha, that Nuwa woman can’t control . The god of us Black Miao is Chiyou. Moreover, as the clan chief of the White Miao, how can you allow your own daughter to seduce outsiders? Aren’t you ashad? I’m just helping to purify your clan. How can the blood of an outsider rge with the noble Miao people’s bloodline?"
Bunong’s face flushed red, gritting his teeth. Just now, while Tianbao was speaking, he secretly manipulated the Ten Thousand Poison Ant, causing him searing pain all over. Enduring this wave of pain, Bunong spat again, retorting, "Shaful to the extre, Tianbao, your clan aids the wicked for selfish gain, carelessly using poison worms to harm others, yet you dare to turn back and bite . Have you forgotten the pact from forty years ago?"
Tianbao looked up and laughed: "Agreent... haha, it’s just a verbal agreent. Throughout history, the White Miao have oppressed the Black Miao countless tis. Have you ever thought about any agreents? Now you co to
with talks of an agreent, hahaha, what a joke!"
Forty years ago, there was a conflict between the White Miao and Black Miao, for the sake of living space and their own dignity, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. Later, with soone diating, the two sides reached an agreent of non-aggression, an agreent between the two Miao leaders. However, the Black Miao acted recklessly, drawing much criticism. The White Miao, bound by the agreent, have endured repeatedly over the years, but never expected it to turn into oppression in Tianbao’s mouth.
"Thus, the agreent is void. If you dare to harm my daughter and son-in-law, our White Miao will certainly wash the Black Miao in blood!" Bunong roared with eyes wide in anger.
Song An thoroughly enjoyed the scene before him. He cleaned his ears, tilted his head, waved his hand, and then said: "Old guy, you’re done for yourself, yet you still think you can threaten . Haha, co on, Tianbao, give him so more ans."
Upon hearing this, Tianbao nodded imdiately, turning his hand to reveal a toad as small as a pea in his palm. The toad was blood red all over, with fine red dots covering its body, each of which magnified to look like a blood blister.
This was the dreaded Blood Toad, a thod the Black Miao used to harm people. When it was first refined, it hard countless people. Later, the White Miao expended all their efforts to eradicate these Blood Toads. Unexpectedly, Tianbao had refined one again.
Seeing the Blood Toad, Bunong beca even more furious, not because he feared being poisoned by this Blood Toad, but because of the Black Miao tribesn’s wickedness.
"Tianbao, you have refined the Blood Toad; you’ve lost all reason. Under your leadership, the Black Miao Tribe will fall into a hell of endless suffering!"
"On the contrary, I will lead the Black Miao Tribe to the pinnacle. With the help of the Song Family, we will unify the entire Miao people, and this land will completely belong to the Black Miao Tribe, while you cowardly White Miao will be expelled! The wish of Chiyou God will be realized!" Tianbao’s words grew more fervent, and sohow, the Blood Toad beca even redder, like a ruby.
Refining a Blood Toad is extrely difficult, not only requiring the use of the principle of mutual counteraction of toxins but also requiring a very long ti. Additionally, virgin blood must be collected to nurture it with Yin Qi.
When the Blood Toad is refined, it is not entirely red, but rather blue, which is also related to Yin Qi. However, this Blood Toad’s crimson hue indicated that it had hard more than one person and could be considered a kind of Worm King.
Understanding this reason made Bunong even angrier, yet he was helpless now. He was a farr and couldn’t possibly carry many worms, and those he carried had been confiscated. Unless he released his Life-bound Worm for mutual destruction, which would only take one person with him.
Upon hearing about the plot against his daughter and prospective son-in-law, Bunong was already desperate, pondering whom to kill.
The one targeting his prospective son-in-law was undoubtedly that outsider surnad Song, while Tianbao, so malevolent and mad, would bring calamity to the White Miao unless subdued.
The Blood Toad leapt from Tianbao’s palm like a red beam, instantly landing on Bunong’s face. Its tiny mouth opened, and a crimson tongue shot out, seemingly emitting a wisp of red smoke in the air, instantly turning Bunong’s cheek black.
Just a puff of toxic smoke turned Bunong’s cheeks black, proving the potency of the Blood Toad’s poison.
However, the Blood Toad’s toxicity is not just instantaneous or lethal; it is feared by the White Miao because it tortures its victim over forty-nine days before causing the body to rot, leading to death.
Of course, there is an antidote: capture the Blood Toad, consu the bile inside it, soak in hot spring water, and let the venom flow out by cutting the fingertips and toes. Otherwise, even a breath of poisonous smoke could leave half of Bunong’s face forever festering and incurable, with excruciating pain.
The premise of detoxification is to capture this Blood Toad. But after Tianbao released the poison, he beckoned, and the Blood Toad fell into his palm. With a swipe, the Blood Toad disappeared.
Bunong’s half-face turned black, terrifyingly so, with the skin’s surface wrinkling, as if he aged a decade or two in an instant.
Song An found it a ’delightful spectacle,’ leaning in to thoroughly scrutinize Bunong’s face, clicking his tongue before bursting into wild laughter: "Hahaha, not bad, this thing is not bad. If it did the sa to your pretty daughter, that would be fun. Unfortunately, they are probably just charred flesh now."
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