The front door of the bus was broken, and the man who was under the Gu crawled out with difficulty, dragging out a blood mark that was as wide as his body.

As soon as he crawled out of his mouth, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. Baiyun called the police and called the ambulance.

The passenger in the car was not seriously injured. I squatted in front of the gull person and asked with concern: "How are you okay? You have called an ambulance."

The man who drew the guqi reached out to me, and something flew towards me, as fast as an arrow.

The thing hit my neck and fell down again. I looked down and found that it was a blue bug.

It looks like a tadpole, with two short legs, eyes are invisible on the head, but a mouth with small sharp teeth.

The bug fell to the ground and twisted a few times, trying to stand up, but failed, and died after only a few seconds.

The eyes of the man who was given the Gu were full of shock. In fact, I was surprised that he had not fainted even if he was so injured.

He has shed a lot of blood, so...

No, he did shed a lot of blood just now, but now it seems that he has become less?

I mean that the blood on the ground has become less. Could it be that he can suck the blood that flows out again?

I have seen people who use evil magic, and they do have such skills.

"Who are you?" asked the man with a gu Gu.

"I am a passenger. Let's take a bus. You were injured just now in a car accident." I explained patiently, like a stranger who didn't know him.

His eyes were almost covered in blood, and he grinned at the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to sneer.

I reached out to move his shoulders, and he tried to stop him, but his strength was not as strong as mine.

I turned his body over and lie down from lying, with my abdomen facing upwards.

He had no injuries on his back, and the main wound should be on his stomach.

He broke one arm and one leg, but his arms and legs didn't have much blood.

There was a big hole on his forehead, and blood from his face was flowing out.

But there was no fatal injury on his head, otherwise he would have fallen into a coma long ago.

There was indeed a big hole in his abdomen, but strangely, the flesh on the edge of the wound was moving.

It was like flesh sucking blood back by itself, no wonder the pool of blood flowing from under him was sucked back.

This man was already a monster, and I suddenly remembered the "person" tied up in the engraving tomb.

The ultimate 'treasure' in the tomb of the Poison Master, the Poison Master himself.

The "person" was only left with a skin, and was occupied by monsters, which was a bit similar to the gu people in front of him.

However, the guzpa is only occupied by the abdomen, not as serious as the toxicologist.

Maybe if he continues to develop, he can reach that level.

"You have parasites in your stomach. I'll take them out for you." I looked at him, trying to pretend to be worried, but I couldn't stop the smile on my lips.

"stop!"

I have never been an obedient person, and it is important to ‘save people’.

I reached into the wound on his abdomen, and his unbreakable hand came to grab me and grabbed my wrist, but he was not as strong as me and could not stop me at all.

I touched his stomach and found something full of beards.

I caught this thing, and the beards that were stretched everywhere, instantly retracted, curled up, and turned into something like a ball of yarn.

I took my hand back and took out the 'bamboo yarn' from his stomach.

The man who took the Gu shouted, and his eyes were fainted.

The wound was flowing again, and I burned the things I held in my palm with karma fire, then took off my scarf and wrapped it around the wound of the gu people.

The blood quickly soaked into the scarf. When the ambulance arrived, he had already died of excessive blood loss for ten minutes.

The doctor couldn't help but comfort me.

Maybe I saw me guarding the corpse, covered in blood, and my scarf wrapped around the wound of the corpse, thinking I was his relative and friend.

I looked regretful and did not take back the blood-stained scarf.

The body was carried away, and everyone else in the car was only slightly injured, at most a little soft tissue contusion and shallow scratches.

Baiyun and I also pretended to have suffered a little injury and did not need treatment.

After the gu people died, the people in the car woke up and saw nothing.

Immediately afterwards, the police and the ambulance arrived.

We cooperated with the investigation and then took another car back to the city.

The surveillance camera inside the car captured the scene where the gu man left his seat and stood in front of the car door while the car was driving at high speed.

This situation is not allowed. His death is caused by his own reasons and by the driver.

But the driver couldn't tell why he was speeding up while turning, and only said that he was confused at the time and might be sick.

The other passengers couldn't tell what happened at that time, and their minds were blank, perhaps because they were scared.

Baiyun and I didn't say much, just said that the car had overturned. We felt that we were fine and climbed out of the car to check the situation of the injured.

I bandaged the injured and Baiyun called the police.

Only when we settled in the city of the next stop did Baiyun take out what she had done from the bag of the Guer.

It was a line-mounted booklet, the size of a palm, with a broken edge, as if it had been burned by fire, but it was rescued in time.

The paper pages turn yellow and brittle, it should be a while.

When you open it, you will see rows of fountain pen characters, and the vertical format is not as commonly used by modern people.

The font is also traditional. I read two lines of content and realized that this is this diary.

After reading it, I found that it is a "record" and is written just to record the progress of an event, and no matters that have nothing to do with it.

The beginning of this incident was when the recorder of the "records" discovered that his father had a secret.

His father was a medicinal farmer who had been growing herbal medicine for decades. He could not cure diseases, but could detoxify.

Anyone in a village who was poisoned in the ten miles away came to him to help him.

His father loved his mother very much. One day her mother was also poisoned, and his father failed to cure her by using various methods.

Where they live, there are many poisons, flowers, plants, insects, and fog may be poisonous.

His father can easily cure others when they are poisoned, but the poison he gets in his mother is obviously unusual.

Seeing that his mother was about to die, his father seemed to have made up some determination to explain the family matters to him, and then went to the back mountain alone.

His father often went to the back mountain to collect herbs, and he didn't think much about it at that time.

But my father has been there for seven days, and his face looks extremely ugly when he comes back.

He held his wife's hand and held it tightly, then touched her head instead, followed by the front, back, and belly.

The recorder of the incident thought that his father was not as if he was comforting his mother, but seemed to be looking for something.

In the end, his mother failed to hold on and the poison died.

His father told him about his funeral and secretly drank pesticides at night.

His father told him that his mother could be buried in the ground, but his father had to be cremated.

Moreover, you are not allowed to stop at home, and you will be cremated immediately after death, and don’t wait for a day.

His father did not explain why, so the recorder did not follow his father's instructions during his lifetime.

He was afraid of rumors from the people in the same village and was afraid that people would poke his backbone.
Chapter completed!