Wang Jingzhe's legs were covered with thick sores and trauma from below the legs. It looked like he was walking in a pan. After being taken out, his legs were completely unrecognizable, and there was a pungent smell coming.

Jiang Qing couldn't understand how the arrow that penetrated his back and chest caused this situation. Although there was a secret technique of the witch sect on that arrow that could extract human vitality, it would definitely not be transferred to the legs.

If Wang Jingzhe woke up at this time and he wanted to see this scene, he would know that his destruction had somehow increased by 20%, from one leg to two. According to common sense, this deterioration would have at least one and a half years left, and then it would spread to his body, followed by the chest and back, until he was twenty-seven years old, and it would have been like this all over his body.

Anyone who has watched the Fengyun will remember that scene. The clay Buddha in the play is known as the No. 1 Master in the world. Because he leaked too many secrets, he caused poisonous sores to his body. He could only cover his head and wear thick clothes to cover his whole body, otherwise he would reveal his sores and eventually died of the secrets of the universe, and he would be exhausted from the secrets of the world.

This is the symptom of Wang Jingzhe.

"The five declines of heaven and man?" The middle-aged man called the deadbeat and sniffed his nose hard, and his face suddenly changed. When he thought of Wang Jingzhe's short life, his expression became gloomy and sunny.

Jiang Qing also knew the symptoms of the five declines of heaven and man. After a little comparison, she found that Wang Jingzhe was indeed like this. This is a sign of foul body, atrophy on his head and a thick sore all over the body. It is obvious that the three declines of the five declines have appeared.

The deadbeat said with a strong expression: "The five decays and humans have decayed, and there are sores on their bodies. There is something wrong with his short-lived image. How could I say that it is an unsolvable life? It turns out that it was punished by God."

"What has been punished by God?" Jiang Qing asked in surprise.

"I was cursed by God, and my life span was limited. When the deadline was approaching, even the gods could not be saved. Who in this world could be great? No wonder his life was unsolvable. So that's how it was." The old man shook his head in confusion and said, "This is unlikely. How old is he? It's impossible for him to do many things that are angry and resentful, which makes God unable to see it."

Jiang Qing asked with a headache: "You are too professional, can you explain what's going on in a general way?"

Jiang Qing was really a headache. According to her plan, it would be no big problem to hurt Wang Jingzhe and get disabled. This would cause Wang Xianzhi, Xiang Que and others to be dissatisfied with Tang Da. But now it seems that Wang Jingzhe's condition is a bit too much.

The old man looked at her and said, "Let's say that, God can't see him in this situation, so he must die. He doesn't give much life, but this phenomenon is rare, I have never seen him. I have only heard the old people talk about it. There is a general under Qin Shihuang called Bai Qi, a killing god. He killed 400,000 Zhao soldiers who killed 400,000 people. Bai Qi killed so many people but did not end up being cursed by the sky. It's just that he went to the underworld and the ten palaces of the underworld. Then tell me what he had to do? He was only thirty years old, and he wouldn't even do bad things from his womb. The only explanation is that the problem of this kid's ancestors has been passed on to the next generation. Alas? What did he say he was surnamed and what did he do?"

"Wang Jingzhe, the man who bought a knife..."

"Swish, swish" Lao Lai blinked his eyes and suddenly realized. He frowned and said, "I still know Xiangque."

“It seems that the relationship is pretty good”

Lao Li was stunned and said cautiously: "I really don't know what to say. Okay, stop talking nonsense. You should think about unlocking the secret magic of the witch sect on him. Let's talk about the rest later. Remember... You can do it just to try to unlock the voodoo on him. This matter has nothing to do with you and me. Otherwise, if you leave a little tail, maybe Xiang Que and the knife-maker will find you and me."

Jiang Qing bit his lip and said "um", as if he was shooting himself in the foot.

Fortunately, Wang Jingzhe was a secret technique of the Wu Sect. She was originally from an important faction of the Wu Sect. It was not too difficult to solve this voodoo, but it was just a little troublesome.

After the deadbeat walked out, he squatted in the yard and sighed melancholy. He stroked the goatee's beard and floated, his face was full of entanglement, unhappiness, and depression.

Lao Lai and Xiang Que know each other, which originated from a story more than 20 years ago. In recent years, the two have no connection. One is a retired person living a warm kang with his wife and children, and the other is a leisurely cloud and wild crane walking in the world. Without a line of intersection, there is no need for any connection.

When Jiang Qing was dealing with Wang Jingzhe's wound, the first thing must be done was from external injuries. The arrow pierced through his body, but it did not hurt his internal organs. After Jiang Qing cut both ends with scissors, he pulled out the arrow shaft, and at the same time took out two medicine bottles and applied them to his wound.

As soon as the arrow shaft was pulled out, blood spurted out "splash". Wang Jingzhe, who was already unconscious, even screamed in pain. But then Jiang Qing applied both wounds with herbs, and the blood stopped within a few seconds. This is a Miao medicine from the endless mountains that stretched 100,000 miles. Whether in terms of history or efficacy, it is not much worse than traditional Chinese medicine, and it even has a very strange therapeutic effect in some aspects.

After the trauma was treated, Jiang Qing was already sweating. She wiped it casually for a few seconds and then used a knife to separate Wang Jingzhe's wrist. His blood dripped down, and it turned out to be a faint black black. Jiang Qing frowned and said in confusion: "I've only been infected with voodoo for only a few hours. Why did it worsen so quickly?"
Chapter completed!