I never would have imagined that the demon priest's belly could explode.
With a bang, the black water inside the demon priest splattered everywhere.
It rained down with a *splish-splash*.
Fortunately, my master and Daoist Tang reacted instantly, pulling Mo Ting and me down, and shielding us.
So, only a tiny bit of the corrosive liquid managed to splash onto us.
A *sizzling* sound arose as nearby plants were corroded.
But I was unlucky. I felt a stinging pain in my leg.
Looking down, I saw some of the black water had splashed onto my thigh.
The black water had already corroded my pants and was in contact with my skin, causing a sharp sting.
And this pain was getting more intense.
I couldn't stand it any longer and clutched my thigh.
"Ah! It hurts so much!"
Gritting my teeth, I tried to pull open my pants with my hand to examine the wound.
Just as I was about to reach out, my master quickly stopped my hand.
"Don't touch it with your hands, that's corpse poison!"
"Corpse... corpse poison?"
I was a little surprised.
My master had told me before that some corpses, after becoming sentient, would turn into *shā*.
And there were many types of *shā*, such as the well-known Jiangshi, Blood *Shā*, Blood Corpse, and so on.
But all these *shā* shared a common characteristic: corpse poison.
Corpse poison was potent, and many were also contagious.
I hadn't expected the black water that exploded from the demon priest's belly to contain corpse poison.
"Master, I don't have any glutinous rice on me. What... what should we do?"
The pain was growing stronger, starting from my thigh and spreading throughout my body.
It felt like being stung by dozens of wasps.
In just a moment, the pain made my thigh tremble and cold sweat break out.
I knew that corpse poison needed to be drawn out with glutinous rice.
"It's alright, your master has a way!"
My master comforted me.
Then he turned to Daoist Tang and shouted,
"You old bastard, bring me your wine gourd!"
Daoist Tang and Mo Ting had just gotten up. Hearing my master's words, they frowned.
"What's going on?"
As they spoke, Daoist Tang and Mo Ting walked towards us.
Upon closer inspection, they saw my thigh was swollen.
My master tore open my pants, revealing the flesh underneath.
My right thigh was now greatly swollen.
It was about the size of a fist, black and purple.
"Corpse poison!"
Daoist Tang recognized it at a glance and quickly crouched down.
He took his wine gourd from his waist.
Mo Ting was also terrified.
How much time had passed?
Less than a minute since that demon priest self-destructed.
Yet, my thigh had swelled so severely, showing how potent the corpse poison was.
"Brother Qin, how do you feel?"
Mo Ting asked with surprise and worry.
"It hurts, it hurts a lot!"
I gritted my teeth, the pain almost unbearable.
Daoist Tang, meanwhile, began pouring the wine from his gourd onto the corroded wound on my thigh.
This was high-proof liquor. The moment it touched the wound, another wave of excruciating pain hit.
"Ah!"
I couldn't help but cry out in pain.
My hands gripped the ground tightly, leaving claw marks.
But it wasn't over yet. My master removed the fox claws from my left hand and said to me,
"Little Qin, bear with it.
This corpse poison is fierce, we have to draw it out.
Otherwise, your life will be in danger."
I had a rough idea of what my master was going to do!
He was definitely going to use the sharpness of the fox claws to make an incision on my thigh.
For my life, this seemed insignificant.
"Come on, Master! I can take it."
I gritted my teeth and said.
My master didn't waste any words. Holding my fox claws, he made a cross-shaped incision on my thigh.
The tip of the fox claws was extremely sharp.
It easily cut through my skin and flesh.
Hot, blackish-red blood flowed from the wound...
After making the incision, my master kept squeezing the wound to help expel the poison.
Daoist Tang, even more so, took out several silver needles he carried and inserted them directly into my thigh.
"I'll use acupuncture to seal your meridians first.
Once we return, we'll proceed with a thorough treatment."
As he spoke,
Daoist Tang had already inserted several needles into my thigh.
I had to admit, Daoist Tang's acupuncture skills were truly remarkable.
After just a few seemingly simple needle insertions, the pain in my thigh had significantly decreased.
Using golden needles on acupoints to relieve pain and expel poison.
This acupuncture technique alone, perhaps even veteran Chinese medicine doctors in major hospitals might not be able to match it.
Meanwhile, my master took out a yellow cloth bag from his treasure pouch.
He used it as a bandage to temporarily wrap my wound.
"Thank you, Master, thank you, Daoist Tang."
My master nodded without speaking.
Daoist Tang put away his silver needles.
"It's nothing.
In our line of work, contracting corpse poison is normal.
As long as we're alive, everything else can be managed!"
After saying that, he took a sip of wine from his gourd.
I smiled.
And gave a slight hum.
Although my leg still ached, just as Daoist Tang had said.
In our profession, we were always living on the edge.
Getting poisoned was just a minor issue, as long as no one died, everything else was manageable.
My master took a breath and asked me,
"Can you walk now?"
"Yes, I can walk!"
I nodded affirmatively.
Then, my master and Mo Ting helped me up from the ground.
After the acupuncture, the sharp pain in my right leg had subsided.
But it still ached, and I couldn't put any weight on it.
I could only stand on my left foot.
So, for the time being, Mo Ting had to help me walk...