Wutong held Zhao Yun hostage and set fire to the Zhao Manor. For a moment, the flames soared into the sky. The nearby residents had already heard the noise. Because they knew that it was Wutong who punished them, they didn't dare to go out for fear of being involved in any trouble.
Zhao Yun had nothing left to live for. He couldn't vent his resentment. He only asked Wutong to give him a quick death so that he could go to hell to meet his parents.
When Wutong saw Zhao Yun's half-dead appearance, he knew that killing him would be giving him relief. He hesitated for a moment and had a plan. He took out a red pill from his hundred treasures pouch and fed it to Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun couldn't resist at all. Even if he knew that it wasn't a good medicine, how could he not eat it? The pill was pushed down his throat and immediately turned into red water. It mixed with his blood and circulated around his bones and organs.
Zhao Yun suddenly felt an unbearable itch in his whole body. It was as if countless lice were crawling and restless, but he couldn't tell where the itch was. His whole body was in great pain. Now, it was painful and itchy. The feeling was especially uncomfortable.
Zhao Yun's fingers struggled as if he wanted to scratch the itch. His fingers moved and raised slightly. Finally, they were powerless and fell back to their original position.
When Wutong saw Zhao Yun like this, he couldn't help but be happy. He knew that the medicine was taking effect. He smiled and said, "Speaking of which, it's your fortune to be able to enjoy this Qizi Pill. In the next thirty days, you'll itch every day. At that time, the itch will turn into pain. The feeling is overwhelming! Tsk tsk, even if you stare at me, I still have to remind you. Don't seek death! You're the only one left in the Zhao Family. If you die, who will avenge them? Tsk tsk. "
This Qizi Pill was made with the combination of peacock plume, Xiezhi horn, chaos grass, and Tianyi divine water. It was refined with the black gold divine fire of the Blazing Sun Bead. Its medicinal properties were neither yin nor yang. Its toxicity was unique. Those who were hit by it would feel unbearably itchy and painful. Even a Daluo Golden Immortal couldn't do anything and would die within thirty days.
According to Wutong's experiment, no one could survive for ten days. They couldn't endure it anymore and killed themselves. Since Zhao Yun was in so much pain that he wanted to die, he couldn't let him die so easily. He had to torture him to death. This was the perfect revenge.
Therefore, Wu Tong encouraged Zhao Yun instead and said, "Kid, this venerable one hopes that you can find a famous doctor, visit an expert, and learn that supreme divine power. Then, you can come and find me to take revenge for killing your family ah! I'm looking forward to it. Hehe. "
Finished speaking, Wutong transformed into a burst of black qi and headed straight for the northwest. Then a strange voice, like a demon's, resounded through the sky, "Who dares to help the Zhao family? That night will come!" When the people of Yiyang County heard this, they were all terrified and uneasy.
Zhao Yun lay at the entrance of the residence. The raging fire raged around her, and the strange poison in her body flared up. There were thousands of holes in her body, and every part of her body was itchy and painful. She felt that she could no longer bear it.
He had been living like a prince since he was young. In addition to his extraordinary strength, he was the one who bullied others. When had others ever bullied him? This kind of disaster was not something an eighteen year old ignorant youth could imagine! The confidence he had built up for so many years crumbled, and he could not help but feel sorry for himself.
If he hadn't been so arrogant, messing up the marriage and smashing the temple, how could his parents have died and how could he have been poisoned?
"No!" As if the pride of eighteen years had bloomed at the same time, as if the paranoia of several lifetimes had erupted at the same time, Zhao Yun suddenly shouted in her mind!
Zhao Yun, you can't give in!
Zhao Yun, how can you lower your head!
Zhao Yun, you have to take revenge!
Those words of regret and doubt, she could not even think about them.
After hesitating for a while, Zhao Yun regained her clarity of mind. However, the moment she regained consciousness, the itch and pain became even clearer. It was like gangrene attached to the bones, lingering around her. The more she was entangled, the more urgent it became. It was really unbearable.
"According to the demon god, as long as I can detoxify within thirty days, my life should not be in danger. My left arm is charred, but my right arm is still there. It's not impossible to fight. Wutong's treasure is powerful. If I can subdue his treasure, I don't have to be afraid even if I only have one hand! As long as I seek the mercy of the immortals and cultivate spells, then I might have a chance to take revenge. Therefore, the most important thing is to detoxify the poison. "
"I can't live under the same sky as Wutong. How can I seek death? How can I retreat!"
Although Zhao Yun's idea was good, unfortunately, his bones were broken and he could not move an inch. Under the unbearable itch and pain, he could only lie on the spot and endure bitterly. It was also because his constitution was different from ordinary people and his desire for revenge was very firm that he could barely hold on.
Seeing that the east was white, the Zhao Residence had been burned to ruins. The people in the neighborhood only dared to go out and point at Zhao Yun. Some scolded Zhao Yun for acting recklessly. Some discussed quickly rebuilding Wutong Hall, but no one came forward to help.
In addition to the pain and itch, Zhao Yun was also hungry. Her entire body was weak and powerless. She constantly heard mockery and abuse in her ears, and it was even more unbearable. She thought of these people bowing and scraping in the past and using all kinds of methods to curry favor with her. She even provoked Wutong because of them, but now, no one was willing to stand up and help her in her hour of need.
The hypocrisy of the world was really lamentable.
Zhao Yun was anxious and anxious. She swore, "If I can live, I will definitely not be these pitiful and foolish commoners!"
Swearing was just a way to relieve herself. Her wounds were festering and her internal organs were failing. She could only stay on the spot and endure the pain.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon. Zhao Yun could no longer bear it and fainted from the extreme pain.
There were still idle people holding bowls and chopsticks and watching with a smile.
At this moment, the crisp sound of horse hooves could be heard as it rushed straight towards the Zhao Residence. He saw a golden carriage, pulled by four tall steeds, cheerfully coming over. There were two riders on the carriage. Their equestrian skills were outstanding. Seeing the crowd surrounding the Zhao Residence, they did not slow down.
Seeing that the galloping horses were about to step on a passerby, the four horses stopped in unison with a whoosh. There was not a single bump.
The frightened person below the horse was shocked and angry. He shouted, "Are you courting death?" As soon as he spoke, he realized that the person who came was extraordinary and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to keep quiet.
A gentle voice sounded from the carriage. "Little brother, I'm sorry. I really didn't expect there to be so many people outside the Zhao Residence."
A sharp-eyed person saw that the carriage was light purple, noble and elegant. On the left side of the carriage, there was a three-inch long goshawk with its head raised and wings furiously. He could not help but exclaim, "It's, it's the Ye Residence of Ding Lin!"
The person in the carriage smiled and said, "May I know why the villagers are here?" A woman dressed in palace attire slowly walked out of the carriage. Her willowy hair was like spring and her hair was tied up in a black bun. She looked to be in her thirties and was very charming.
Before the crowd could answer, the beautiful woman looked up and saw that the Zhao Residence had turned into a wasteland. She exclaimed, "This, this is?"
A black-clothed rider shouted, "What exactly happened? All of you, quickly tell us." He held a horsewhip and stood there like a fiend, causing people to feel intimidated.
Everyone talked at once and said that it was caused by offending the deities.
The beautiful woman frowned and sighed. "It's really hard to predict the fate of the heavens. Manor Head Zhao did not compete with others and was peaceful and amiable. It's really sad that he met with such a disaster. "She then turned her head and said to the black-clothed rider," In that case, you and I will return to Ding Lin. The will of the heavens has always been high and difficult to ask. The affairs of the world are unpredictable.
She seemed to be touched. Her tone was sorrowful and her beautiful eyes were filled with grief, causing people to feel pity for her.
The two riders respectfully lowered their heads and said, "Yes."
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