Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning Chapter 655: 286 Potion of Separation

Chapter 655: Chapter 286 Potion of Separation

The sedan chair in front of the hall remained motionless.

The four bearers stood there quietly, as still as statues.

The curtain of the sedan fluttered in the wind, under the eerie green light, it seed even more ghostly and strange.

The sa was true inside the hall.

The green light hung high, Su Mo casually placed the knife to the side and sat on the chair, watching the red sedan outside the door.

Corpses were strewn all around, fresh blood slowly flowed towards lower ground.

Severed limbs and torn body parts filled the room, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

In the corner, Heart Demon Xiu Lan stood silently, not fleeing nor intervening, just occasionally gazing at Su Mo with subtle shining eyes.

The shouts of killing in the courtyard had already completely stopped.

Ghost Lady had not spoken yet, seemingly still contemplating.

Su Mo was not in a hurry, she could answer whenever she liked.

Right now, he was more concerned about Ding Wugong.

The porcelain bottle was swallowed, its shards slicing his throat, fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

But none of these made Ding Wugong panic.

Just external injuries, nothing severe for him.

A traveler of Jianghu ought to bear wounds.

What was truly fatal was what had been ingested.

He stood silently, silently watching Su Mo, trying to keep his facial expression as calm as possible, not to panic.

Su Mo was also looking at him, but the smile on his lips grew more obvious.

After a mont, Ding Wugong’s expression gradually stiffened.

A trace of black air clearly appeared on his face, moved along his ridians, and black patterns erged on his skin.

These patterns spread rapidly, covering his whole body in the blink of an eye.

Under such circumstances, how could Ding Wugong afford to smile?

Finally, he could no longer restrain himself and abruptly reached into his chest to pull out another porcelain bottle, trying to shove it into his mouth.

However, the next mont, an iron ball shot out, piercing through Ding Wugong’s hand.

Pained, the porcelain bottle in Ding Wugong’s hand imdiately fell to the ground.

He hurriedly crouched down to catch it, completely ignoring the injury on his hand.

But the porcelain bottle did not hit the ground; instead, it flew with a whistling sound into Su Mo’s hand.

Su Mo looked at the small porcelain bottle in her palm, then at Ding Wugong:

“Any more?”

“…Give it back to .”

Ding Wugong’s voice was hoarse, speaking caused severe pain in his throat, but he still reached out for the porcelain bottle in Su Mo’s palm.

As he extended his hand, one could see the patterns under the skin of his palm had protruded, entangled like tree roots, faintly showing a withered color.

Su Mo gently shook her head, lowered her gaze to the porcelain bottle.

But in the instant Su Mo lowered her head, Ding Wugong swiftly reached into his chest again, pulled out another porcelain bottle, not bothering to open the lid, he attempted to shove it into his mouth.

There was only one bottle of poison, and only one bottle of antidote.

He could die by Su Mo’s hands tonight, but he absolutely didn’t want to be tortured by the poison in the future.

So, when Su Mo fed him the poison, he deliberately showed no reaction, not because he wasn’t afraid of it, but because he didn’t want Su Mo to see his fear.

Only in this way, he might have a chance to resolve tonight’s disaster.

Thus, the first porcelain bottle was just a delaying tactic.

The goal was to make Su Mo think that the bottle contained the antidote, seizing it and relaxing in that mont he created an opportunity to ingest the real antidote.

And now… he was almost successful.

But just as he was about to shove the porcelain bottle into his mouth, suddenly his hand was empty, startled, he looked up, and Su Mo’s hand already held another small porcelain bottle.

Two porcelain bottles placed side by side, looking at Su Mo’s face, she wore a smile that wasn’t quite a smile:

“Any more?”

The sa question, but it felt like a knife stabbing into the heart.

The calmness on Ding Wugong’s face had completely disappeared, his eyes only showed despair.

“You, you think too much.”

Su Mo sighed: “They say Jianghu is treacherous, but without stepping into Jianghu, how many can deeply understand it?

“Hmm, may I ask, what exactly is the poison inside you?”

Ding Wugong collapsed to the ground, as if he had lost all hope, he murmured:

“This poison is called the ‘potion of separation.'”

Su Mo paused for a mont upon hearing the na, and then realized: “The separation of ‘separation in life and death’?”

“Yes.”

Ding Wugong looked at his hand, penetrated by the Iron Ball, with a more apparent feeling of decay, he took a deep breath and was about to speak, but saw Su Mo gently waving her hand, signaling him to pause.

Then she looked up at the big red sedan outside the hall:

“I don’t mind you continuing to weigh your options, but if you don’t want to truly beco a ghost, it’s better to keep away from here.”

“Yes.”

The voice of Ghost Lady was calm, completely unprovoked by Su Mo’s tone: “Then I will find a place to contemplate for a mont, and after Lord Su finishes this matter, shall we talk in detail?”

“Go ahead.”

Su Mo nodded gently.

In the next mont, the big red sedan suddenly took off, reaching outside the courtyard in an instant.

However, after arriving there, the sedan suddenly stopped.

“Why not continue forward?”

A voice ca from the side.

The four bearers turned around at the sa ti, seeing a woman holding a long spear standing atop the wall.

The tip of the spear still had fresh blood stains on it.

“I dare not.”

The reply from Ghost Lady inside the big red sedan was unexpectedly brief and straightforward, even more surprising.