"Ha?" Qin He was stunned.

Before he could get over it, a red light shot out from Miao Qianhe's sky spirit cover, surrounded by three circles ten feet outside the Qin River, and then quickly went away and disappeared into the horizon.

Look at the direction, it is exactly where Jinan City is located.

Qin He was shocked, what a guy.

This seems to be a spell.

Miao Qianhe not only knows how to play Gu and poison, but also plays spells?

It's a bit awesome, no wonder no one dares to mess with him.

This is so shady.

Qin He also rewarded a spell doll before, and cheated Aqi Brother for seven days and seven nights. It was a bit similar, but the difference was quite big.

Just when Qin He was stunned, Miao Qianhe's four subordinates saw that Miao Qianhe was dead, and rushed to Miao Qianhe, pulled out all over his pockets, and finally found a porcelain bottle, poured out a few pills, and ecstatically each of them snatched one and swallowed it.

That is the antidote to the poison they have intoxicated.

Seeing this, Qin He shook his head, waved his hand, and rolled Miao Qianhe's body into a yellow cloth bag, and then it turned into a shadow and disappeared.

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

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

All this came too psychedelic, too sudden, and too surprising.

You know, Miao Qianhe brought nearly twenty people to Jinan during this trip, and they were all top-notch, no matter how riding.

Among these twenty people, they are the least experienced and the lowest in status, and are left at the dock to guard the ships.

The others all came ashore and the disaster went on.

Once Miao Qianhe died, they could not get the relief medicine. After three days, they would rot in the intestines and die of wail.

...

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

“…”

In Jinan City, Qin He threw down six corpses in sequence in a separate burning corpse room.

"Master, I've got a good harvest tonight~" The turtle who was ready to wait for Qin He to come back looked at it, and these people were not simple at first glance.

Even if he dies, his aura is still strong.

Among them, there were two armored corpses, one golden armored corpses and one bronze armored corpses.

Poke with a fire tong, the skin is soft. When you look at it, you make a sound of metal and iron intertwined, which is very magical.

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

The Iron Demon Master who went to the thatched cottage, Miao Qianhe, Jinwu No., his two armored corpses, and the Hundred Ghosts Venerables.

The masters of Qingyishui are neatly arranged.

After simply cleaning the corpse, burning coal to cause fire and starting to burn the corpse.

Qin He lay on the bed, suddenly remembered the red light, and asked the turtle: "Do you know the spell?"

Although the turtle didn't have much knowledge, its two fathers were old monsters.

"Spell?" The turtle turned his head.

So Qin He said the red light after Miao Qianhe died.

The turtle took a breath and said, "My Lord, spells are a branch of ancient witchcraft. When casting, the spell casters need to pay a great price. They have declined and there are only a few remains in southern Xinjiang, most of which exist in the form of secret techniques."

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

"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, killing 800 enemies will damage one thousand of them. If the level is low, there will be no lower limit. You may have lost half your life, and the opponent will only be able to get rid of some skin."

"Isn't that a big loss?"

"The spells are declining because of this problem. In the ancient mythological era, it is said that there are methods that allow the spell caster to cast spells at a very small price, but that is already a legend. Nowadays, spells usually only appear when the evil demons counterattack at the verge of death."

"Why did you suddenly ask this? Have you been hit by the spell?" asked the turtle curiously.

"No, it's a man I know has been hit by the spell."

"What curse?"

"Bad ass curse."

"That shouldn't be a big problem. You can cut your butt."

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

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

It was Miao Qianhe's mink Gu.

It is about one foot long, with gray and white fur, and its ears and eyes are small and cute, but it is already dying at this moment, and even the fur has lost its oiliness and becomes dry.

When a person who raises a Gu will die, the Gu insect will be severely damaged. At the least, the blood will dry up, and at the worst, it will die suddenly on the spot. Even if you survive, it is often temporary and difficult to last.

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

The little mink sniffed his nose and smelled the fragrance of medicine. He opened his listless eyes, opened his mouth and ate the scattered balls.

Almost in an instant, the little thing's eyes lit up a lot.

At this moment, the turtle saw the little mink, was stunned, and immediately came over and asked, "Master, what is this?"

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

The turtle twitched on his face and scratched his head and said, "Master, it's an internal injury, it seems that it can't do it."

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

"Why...buried?" the turtle suggested.

Qin He raised his head and gave him a blank look: "What is this? God has the virtue of being alive. What does it mean to be unable? There is nothing that cannot be done here in me. As long as you have a breath, you will not die."

"Uh...yes, yes." The turtle froze and retreated in disappointment. When he passed by the lying ox, he kicked it.
Chapter completed!