"Huh?" Qin He was stunned.

Before he could come to his senses, he saw a ray of red light shooting out from Miao Qianhe's Heavenly Spirit Cap, circling three times ten feet away from the Qin River, then quickly going away and disappearing into the horizon.

Looking in the direction, it is where Jinan City is.

Qin He was shocked, what a guy.

This seems to be a spell.

Miao Qianhe can not only play with poison and poison, but also with spells?

He's a bit powerful, no wonder no one dares to mess with him.

This is so damn shameful.

Qin He had also rewarded a magic doll before, which deceived Brother Aqi for seven days and seven nights. It was somewhat similar, but the difference was still quite big.

Just when Qin He was stunned, Miao Qianhe's four men saw that Miao Qianhe was dead. They rushed to Miao Qianhe, pulled all his pockets, and finally found a porcelain bottle and poured out a few pills.

In ecstasy, everyone grabbed one and swallowed it.

That's the antidote to their poison.

Seeing this, Qin He shook his head, waved his hand, rolled up Miao Qianhe's body in the yellow cloth bag, and then disappeared into an afterimage.

When the four of them saw that Qin He had disappeared, they looked at me and I looked at you. They breathed a sigh of relief, and they all felt like they were surviving a disaster.

Miao Qianhe died, the poison was cured, and they regained their freedom.

All of this was too psychedelic, too sudden, and too surprising.

You know, Miao Qianhe brought nearly twenty people with him to Jinan on this trip. No matter how they rode, they were all top-notch.

Among these twenty people, they were the most junior and had the lowest status, and were left at the dock to guard the ship.

Everyone else went ashore to cause trouble.

Once Miao Qianhe died, they would not be able to get any palliative medicine, and they would all die wailing and rotting in their intestines and stomachs three days later.

…

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

"..."

In Jinan City, in a separate cremation room, Qin He dropped six corpses one after another.

"Sir, you've got a good harvest tonight~" The big bastard, who had long been prepared to wait for Qin He's return, looked at it with bright eyes. These people were not simple at first sight.

Even after death, his aura is still strong.

There were actually two armored corpses among them, one in gold armor and one in bronze armor.

Poke it with a pair of fire tongs and you will see that the skin is soft. Take a look and you will hear the sound of gold and iron clashing. It is very magical.

"This is the weather of the big city." Qin He was also very satisfied.

Master Iron Demon, Miao Qianhe, Golden Crow, his two armored corpses, and Master Baigui went to the latrine.

The masters of Qing Yishui are neat and tidy.

After simply cleaning the body, coal was used to start a fire and the body was burned.

As soon as Qin He lay down on the bed, he suddenly remembered the red light and asked the big bastard: "Do you know the spell?"

Although the big tortoise doesn't know much, its two fathers are both old monsters.

"Spell?" The big bastard turned his head.

So Qin He told about the red light after Miao Qianhe's death.

The big bastard took a breath of cold air and said: "Sir, the spell is a branch of ancient witchcraft. When it is cast, the caster needs to pay a high price. It has declined. There are only a few relics in southern Xinjiang, most of which are secret arts.

form exists.”

"The effect is often related to the price paid by the caster. If the caster casts the spell at the cost of his own life, it will be very difficult to deal with."

"How difficult can it be?" Qin He asked.

"It's hard to say, it depends on the level of the spell caster. If the level is high, you can kill 800 enemies and lose 1,000 to yourself. If the level is low, there is no lower limit. You may lose half your life, and the opponent will only be able to scratch the point.

Pi'er."

"Isn't that a big loss?"

"Spells declined because of this problem. In the ancient mythological era, it was said that there was a method that allowed spell casters to cast spells at a very small cost, but that was already a legend. Nowadays, spells generally only appear on evil spirits.

When Wai Dao strikes back on the verge of death."

"Why do you suddenly ask this? Have you been under a spell?" the big bastard asked curiously.

"That's not true. It's someone I know who fell under the spell."

"What curse?"

"The Bad Ass Curse."

"That shouldn't be a big problem. If not, I'll cut my butt off."

"Cut the butt?" Qin He imagined the scene and nodded, then put his heart back in his stomach and lay down comfortably on the bedding.

At this moment, a small cloth bag on his waist shook, then he picked it up and poured out a small furry thing.

It was Miao Qianhe's mink Gu.

It is about a foot long, with fur colors ranging from gray to white, with small ears and eyes, and is cute. But now it is dying, and even the color of its fur has lost its oiliness and has become dry.

When the person who raises the voodoo dies, the voodoo insects will also be severely injured. At worst, the blood will dry up, and at worst, they will die suddenly on the spot. Even if they survive, they are often temporary and difficult to last.

"You are so lucky to have met me." Qin He touched its round little head, took out an essence pill from his armpit, crushed it, and brought it to its mouth.

The little mink's nose twitched and he smelled the fragrance of the medicine. He opened his sluggish eyes, opened his small mouth and swallowed the broken pills.

Almost instantly, the little thing's eyes lit up a lot.

At this moment, the big tortoise saw the little mink and was stunned for a moment. Then he immediately came over and asked: "Master, what is this?"

"Mink." Qin He didn't even raise his head.

The big bastard's face twitched, he scratched his head and said, "Sir, it's an internal injury, it seems like it's not going to work anymore."

"Well, I was injured." Qin He nodded.

"How about... burying it?" the big bastard suggested.

Qin He raised his head and rolled his eyes at him: "What do you mean, God has the virtue of a good life, and what do you mean when you can't do it? There is nothing that is impossible for me. As long as you still have breath, you can't die."
Chapter completed!