When the poison attacks, Yang Qiming's blood vessels feel like centipedes crawling.
Xue Jingyun pointed to the miasma valley in Yunnan on the satellite map: "To find Wu Changfeng, first dig up the dead man's poison he buried twenty years ago." We broke into the rain forest with a Luoyang shovel and black donkey hooves, but Zhou Siqi received a "Do not return" letter written with poison oil.
Fat Hucheng's boots shattered the threshold of Yiyuanzhai: "You dug something you shouldn't have dug." What's even more terrifying is that the sound of Wu Changfeng's silver bell Gu flute always sounds at midnight - the eyes of those mountain monkeys who follow us look more and more like their missing companions.
