Dispel Zombie Poison! Guard the Forest!

"Seriously, this guy's voice is going to give me a heart attack in the middle of the night."

Jia Le shivered all over.

"Phew, I'm exhausted. You guys run too fast. Jia Le, little Daoist priest, you really shouldn't have left me behind."

Attendant Wu, holding Seventy-One Prince, arrived before everyone, panting heavily.

As he spoke, Jia Le swallowed hard.

He quickly retreated behind Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

Attendant Wu put down the Seventy-One Prince in his arms.

The prince staggered, unable to stand steadily.

Sweat dripped down his forehead.

He even reached up to wipe his brow.

Suddenly, Qingqing seemed to notice something unusual.

She quickly stepped forward and said, "This little prince doesn't look well. Why does he seem so frail, like he can't even stand properly?"

Qingqing reached out and touched him, her heart startled.

The little prince's face was burning hot.

It was as red as if he had a high fever.

Attendant Wu seemed to recall something, and said with a tearful voice, "Yes, yes. Seventy-One Prince was like this earlier. His little face was frighteningly red and burning hot. It's making me so anxious!"

Suddenly, the Seventy-One Prince seemed to lose his strength.

His body swayed, his eyes unfocused.

He was about to fall.

Attendant Wu half-crouched, quickly supporting him.

Seeing this, everyone gathered around.

"He must have a high fever. Rushing through the night and getting soaked in the rain. Children have weak resistance, it's normal."

Jia Le said, looking at the flushed little face.

"A common cold and fever shouldn't be this bad. This little prince also seems to be having a nightmare."

Master Yixiu gazed intently at the terrified Seventy-One Prince and said.

Suddenly, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes' eyes lit up.

He saw that the sleeve of the Seventy-One Prince's arm.

A good portion of it was already torn, as if slashed by something sharp.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes immediately squatted down and tore open the Seventy-One Prince's sleeve.

Several dark claw marks were revealed to everyone.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes said upon seeing this, "Quickly carry him into the tent. This little prince was scratched by a zombie. We need to use glutinous rice to treat his wound and expel the corpse energy."

"Everyone, make way. Let Mr. Wu carry the little prince into the tent."

Lin Fan commanded.

Attendant Wu quickly picked up the Seventy-One Prince and hurried into the tent.

As he brushed past Lin Fan, he didn't forget to give a flirtatious glance.

It seemed to say thank you.

Lin Fan, who had been walking, suddenly stopped.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

A wave of nausea washed over him.

At a time like this, with your little prince critically ill, you still have the energy to flirt.

"Jia Le, quickly bring the glutinous rice inside for Uncle-Master."

Lin Fan said with a wry smile.

"Okay, Senior Brother."

Jia Le quickly walked towards the tent.

After just a few steps, Jia Le stopped.

He remembered the earlier words, "Jia Le, little Daoist priest, you shouldn't have left me behind."

Jia Le couldn't stop shivering.

Ugh, I can't stand it. Am I walking into the tiger's den?

It's better not to meet.

Jia Le turned around and saw A Dong following closely behind.

He handed over the glutinous rice in his hand of his own accord.

He opened his mouth and said, "Shi... Shidi. Can you give this to Master for me? My stomach suddenly feels uncomfortable."

Lin Fan saw Jia Le's strangeness and seemed to understand something.

After all, they weren't gay!

Jia Le wanted to get away, but Lin Fan flashed forward.

Quick as lightning, he snatched the glutinous rice from A Dong's palm.

He shoved it back into Jia Le's hand.

He said with schadenfreude, "Hey, you'd better hold onto it. Otherwise, if this little prince turns into a zombie later, your Master won't be able to question you. You won't be young Daoist Jia Le then."

Jia Le wanted to cry but had no tears. He tucked the glutinous rice at his waist.

He looked as if he was ready to die and led the way in.

The others followed immediately.

Inside the tent, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes was slightly displeased. "I told you to heal this little prince, heal him. You're acting like you don't have a care in the world, running around everywhere. Hurry up and give me the glutinous rice. Do you want your Master to have to beg you? I really love you to death."

"Master, coming, coming."

Jia Le took the glutinous rice from his waist and handed it over aggrievedly.

Attendant Wu, who was half-crouching, looked up.

Seeing that it was Jia Le, he took advantage of Daoist Priest Four-Eyes looking down at the little prince's wound.

He winked at Jia Le, and this time he even blew a kiss.

Ugh.

Jia Le gagged.

He didn't dare to meet Attendant Wu's gaze.

He even handed the glutinous rice to Daoist Priest Four-Eyes with his face turned sideways.

Seeing Daoist Priest Four-Eyes take the glutinous rice, he quickly turned and ran.

"Bear with it, kid."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes held a palmful of glutinous rice and said to the little prince who had already fallen asleep.

With that, he pressed the palmful of glutinous rice onto the Seventy-One Prince's arm.

A large patch of glutinous rice adhered to the Seventy-One Prince's wound.

Suddenly, wisps of black smoke emerged, and the corpse poison was slowly receding.

"Ah!"

The Seventy-One Prince, who had fallen asleep due to the corpse poison, cried out in pain.

The crowd that had just entered the tent heard the cry and gathered around.

Seeing the receding corpse qi, they all felt relieved.

"Oh, be gentler, Daoist Priest," Attendant Wu cried out worriedly.

"Here, gentle. You suck it out for him," Daoist Priest Four-Eyes replied irritably, pointing at the Seventy-One Prince's arm.

"I... Hmph!"

Attendant Wu pouted coquettishly.

Looking at the Seventy-One Prince's arm.

Along with wisps of black smoke, the glutinous rice gradually turned black.

A lot of black, viscous liquid also flowed out from the wound.

This nauseating sight.

How could he suck it out? Teach me.

Seeing the Seventy-One Prince's complexion improve slightly.

Attendant Wu didn't have anything else to say.

"Senior Brother, how is he? He should be fine, right?" Daoist Priest Qian He came forward and asked Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

"It's a minor matter. The wound isn't deep. It's just that this spoiled brat is bound to cry out in pain. It's normal for him to cry a few times," Daoist Priest Four-Eyes waved his hand as if nothing had happened.

"Amitabha, amitabha."

Master Yixiu raised his Buddhist hands and murmured.

"Ouch, stop making noise. You're all chattering away, don't you want Seventy-One Prince to rest? Hurry up and get out, it stinks."

Attendant Wu shouted in disgust, as if seeking revenge for Daoist Priest Four-Eyes scolding him earlier.

As his voice fell.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes rolled up the sleeves of his robes.

He stepped forward looking like he was ready to fight and said, "Hey, you un..."

"Senior Brother, please excuse him, please excuse him."

Daoist Priest Qian He flashed forward and blocked him, stopping him.

He held Daoist Priest Four-Eyes' arm with one hand.

His eyes signaled for everyone to leave together.

Seeing this, the group promptly walked out together.

Daoist Priest Qian He reasoned with them for a moment, then turned to face the group.

He clasped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you all, Senior Brother, for tonight. We disciples will handle things from here. It's getting late, everyone should hurry back and rest."

Lin Fan's mind raced.

This was all because of his arrival.

To save his Uncle-Master Qian He.

He had changed the original course of events.

Since things had changed, it was better to be careful.

He couldn't be careless, it was just for one night.

It would be better to stay and provide some backup.

It passed in the blink of an eye, he could consider it as accumulating Skill Points.

Suddenly, Lin Fan stepped forward and said, "Uncle-Master, that won't do. We should at least wait until after tonight to escort you out of this forest. If tonight isn't over, there might be unexpected changes, and it would be good to have an extra helper then."

"Little Martial Nephew is right, we can't be careless. It's precisely when we're most relaxed that those evil spirits are most likely to strike. Let's wait until after tonight."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes agreed.

"What the two benefactors said is very true, it's wise to be cautious."

Master Yixiu nodded in agreement.

He then instructed, "Qingqing, go tidy up that fallen tent. We'll be staying here tonight. To ensure peace in this area, everyone should work together."

"Yes, Master."

Qingqing acknowledged and immediately strode towards the collapsed tent on the other side.

As Qingqing moved, Jia Le followed close behind.

Looking at the two heading to tidy up.

And the group who decided to stay.

Daoist Priest Qian He no longer refused and replied, "Since that is the case, then I, this humble Taoist, thank you all again."

After cupping his hands in thanks to everyone, he immediately ordered, "Southeast, Northwest, you go and deal with the dead imperial soldiers at the scene, don't let them reanimate."

"Yes, Master."

Southeast and Northwest answered in unison, then walked towards the coffins.

Looking at the tent, which Jia Le was steadily propping up not far away.

Lin Fan couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

After a night of hard work, he had earned a lot of merit.

He could finally rest.

His Skill Points should be almost accumulated.

It was time to upgrade his skills!