Another kind of poison?
Zhen Xiuming, feeling a bit depressed from being called a fool, was taken aback and imdiately went to check the little guy’s pulse, but after so ti, he still found nothing.
Wuyou Sanren stroked his beard, which concealed his face, and said, "That snake venom is mixed with a poison from a strange flower. This flower grows in the highest mountain rock of the snowy mountains. It’s hard for ordinary people to find it, and its poison is colorless and tasteless, undetectable by most people."
The old Taoist seed a bit smug, but Zhen Xiuming wasn’t dissatisfied at all. He indeed heard about such a flower, but he never expected that he’d encounter it today.
"Does the gentleman have a way to cure the poison?"
Ran Qing and Xia Geng were more worried about their son’s safety. Since the cause was found, the next step was to detoxify.
However, their hopes were about to be dashed.
The old Taoist might seem competent when speaking of it, but when it ca to actual detoxification, he faltered.
"This flower’s poison, there’s no dicine to cure it!"
No dicine to cure?
Ran Qing staggered, almost collapsing to the ground.
If the poison couldn’t be cured, wouldn’t her son really et his end? She already couldn’t live without the Big Pimple, and now she definitely couldn’t without her son.
Xia Geng bowed deeply: "Gentleman, since you could identify what poison my son is afflicted with, you must have a way to save him. Please, show rcy!"
Ha ha, ha ha.
Wuyou Sanren flicked the black and greasy horsetail whisk in his hand, which happened to swish across the sleeping Big Pimple.
Strangely, ever since his birth, the Big Pimple either ate or slept, yet the mont the whisk swept over, he woke up instantly, staring at it with big eyes.
Everyone was curious about what he would do next, and just then, the little guy opened his mouth and vomited!
Vomited!
Wuyou Sanren’s laughter abruptly stopped, his blackened face looked unpleasant, and curses couldn’t help but rush out of his mouth.
"Slly boy, the old Taoist ca to save your life on account of your grandfather’s face, and you show no gratitude, but even dare to disdain ! Fine, fine, isn’t it that you despise the sll of my horsetail whisk? Alright, I’ll keep you by my side every day, letting you sll the old Taoist’s stink daily, let’s see if you’ll still vomit! Hmph!"
Just a mont ago, the old Taoist who was jovially inconsistent suddenly changed his face, even causing Ran Qing and Xia Geng to feel a bit afraid.
What worried them even more was the old Taoist saying he would take their son away. Oh my god! How could they bear it!
anwhile, Qin Feng and Master Ran focused on the Taoist’s previous statent, that he ca on account of Master Ran’s face?
But Master Ran couldn’t recall knowing such a disheveled beggar-like Taoist!
Although Master Ran was old, his mind was still sharp. He carefully observed the old Taoist, suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaid: "Old geezer! Turns out it’s you!"
Indeed, the visitor was none other than the Ghost Hand God Doctor who had once made a na for himself in the Martial World.
Only, over the decade of absence, he had turned into an old Taoist!
"What do you an old geezer! You’re just hoping I die fast, aren’t you?"
Snorting through his nose, Wuyou Sanren emphasized again: "From now on, call Wuyou Sanren. The old Taoist is ant to cultivate immortality and ascend to the heavens to spar with Taibai Jinxing on alchemy!"
Cultivate immortality? Taibai Jinxing? Alchemy?
What nonsense is this!
Master Ran was puzzled, and asked several other questions like where had he been over those years, what he’d been doing, and so on.
But without exception, all he got were so irrelevant answers.
This old Taoist even said he drank longevity water and ate immortal at every day, and now he had an immortal body.
Such answers only left everyone more perplexed.
Eventually, Zhen Xiuming swallowed and reminded everyone that maybe this old geezer had his mind burned by so poison he concocted in his youth, resulting in madness.
Upon hearing this, Ran Qing and Xia Geng beca even more worried about handing over their son, whom they barely pulled back from the Ghost Gate, to a mad old Taoist. How could they feel at ease!
They naturally couldn’t feel at ease, neither could Master Ran nor Zhen Xiuming!
Despite everyone’s refusal, they found the child missing early the next morning, with only a few strands of filthy horsetail whisk hair left behind.
In the end, the Big Pimple was taken away by that old Taoist.
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