Author: Ging Le

But Jing Zhao did more than that. Later, in the daily meals, the clear portion included an extra soup, sometimes it was squab Codonopsis Soup, sometimes it was sweet longan and white fungus soup, every day, there was no repetition.

Several people from the Shandan clan who were friends with Qing said that Jing Zhao must be interested in her, and even Ah Fu would make fun of them both.

But only Qing knew that this was Gu Jingzhao's nature. He treated everyone equally, and this preference was never exclusive to her.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the medicine on Afu's side was finally released.

He pushed the door open a small crack: "Find someone to come over and test the medicine."

After the words fell, everyone looked at each other in confusion. No one knew what it meant to test the medicine. If it succeeds, you will live, if it fails, you will die. It is better to linger now than to be treated as a test subject and sent directly to the Palace of Hell.

Jing Zhao thought for a while and asked: "What is the probability that your medicine will be successful?"

Ah Fu tilted his head: "Less than 40%."

Everyone took a long breath.

Ah Fu snorted and said arrogantly: "In this world, even if my master came out, the chance of success in making medicine for the first time would not be more than 30%!"

He looked at the fire and urged: "Hurry up, the properties of this medicine will change when it cools down. Then you won't blame me if the medicine doesn't work well."

Jing Zhao and Aning looked at each other.

The one who got sick was a member of Shandan's tribe. Testing the medicine was extremely risky, so it was really not their turn to intervene in the selection.

The two of them held hands and stood aside in a tacit understanding. Although Shandan was conflicted, he walked into the crowd and said, "Is there anyone willing to try the medicine?"

I originally meant that no one would be willing to do it, but I didn't expect that when Shan Dan said this, he would be answered by hundreds of people.

"Let me do it."

"I'm most serious, let me try. If I don't survive, I won't survive. I won't regret it." The person who started talking was already speaking intermittently. Every time he said a word, he had to breathe for a long time before he could regain his breath and continue.

Shandan's eyes turned red when he saw all his tribesmen dying heroically. This was a gamble with no return. If you lose the bet, you risk your life!

Shandan asked Ah Fu in a choked voice: "How many people are needed to test the medicine?"

"Let one person come first."

Shan Dan closed his eyes heavily and responded, "You guys send Ah Qi Gong over."

He asked two young men to carry the old man on his back.

After Ah Fu took the old man into the door, he closed the door directly. Before closing the door, he solemnly left a message: "This medicine should not be exposed to the wind. If the wind catches the throat, you must not open the door if I don't open the door."

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Jing Zhao and Shan Dan agreed at the same time. They and An Ning were guarding the outside. Mainly An Ning was guarding it. Even if the King of Heaven came, he couldn't even think of breaking through!

Just as Jing Zhao finished speaking, suddenly - bang, there was a loud noise, and the door was smashed open from the outside.

Aning reacted very quickly and protected Jing Zhao behind him almost instantly.

A cold light flashed before Jing Zhao's eyes, and instantly, the strong and pungent smell of blood filled the tip of his nose.

After he reacted, he was already hidden behind Aning, who was half a head taller than him. The boy's broad shoulders and narrow waist completely blocked him. The dagger he had not seen for a long time was now tightly held in the boy's left hand.

"Be careful." The young man said coldly, with a biting coldness.

His eyes swept over the people rushing in, and finally landed on the man who was wearing five-color embroidery, a black robe with many strange runes embroidered with silver thread, and a snake with silver black flower stripes on his belt. The snake's head and

The snake tails are twisted together to form a buckle.

The left half of his face was painted with oil paint, while the right side was very clean, with tanned skin, the corners of his lips curled up in a half-smile, and his eyes full of evil and sycophancy.

There is a crown on his head, which is made of snakeskin, and the pattern of the snakeskin is the same as the snake-shaped pattern of his belt.

If he guessed correctly, this person should be San Bengyun, one of the twelve priests under the great witch.

Standing next to him were An Feng's lackeys who were frightened speechless by Jing Zhao's "witchcraft" yesterday, and an old man with a white beard standing side by side with the priest.

I haven't seen that man Jing Zhao before, but he has a face somewhat similar to An Feng - a sharp and mean face, and he doesn't seem like an easy guy to get along with.

Jing Zhao patted Aning to indicate that he was fine.

When Jing Zhao stepped forward, Aning kept his eyes fixed on the priest opposite, holding the dagger and keeping alert.

If he does anything detrimental to Jing Zhao again, Aning can guarantee that next time his dagger will directly cut his throat.

Jing Zhao looked around at the visitor and was a little surprised, "Where's An Feng?"

"How dare you, Gu Jiazui, call the mayor by his first name!"

Jing Zhao shrugged: "Isn't it just a name that people use to shout?"

He dismissed the man with a simple word.

The priest chuckled twice when he heard the words, "He is crazy. Thanks to you, he saw the thunder and lightning strike An Laosan to death with his own eyes, and was so frightened that he lost his soul." After he finished speaking, he looked up instantly, and his eyes were like those on his hands.

The snake I was playing with was cold and cruel.

It was the snake he had just released to bite him! If Aning hadn't quickly hidden him behind his back, took out his dagger and quickly slashed seven inches into the snake. At this moment, he would have been lying on the ground waiting for death.

The snake was injured by An Ning and was lying dying on the priest's hand. However, its sinister eyes were always chasing An Ning and Jing Zhao. Just waiting for the opportunity, it would definitely launch a fierce attack.

The priest asked again: "I heard that you have been called by the gods and you also know witchcraft?"

Jing Zhao said in a bad tone: "Yes." He replied coldly.

But the priest was obviously very interested in Jing Zhao and tilted his head to look at him.

Everything he saw and heard here was told to him by the people who went down to the stream. What made the grain trough instantly full of food, what summoned thunder from the sky and struck An Laosan to death, and scared An Feng crazy.

He also checked the grain trough and An Laosan's body, but found nothing.

But this matter must not continue to develop. Gu Jingzhao, whether he pretends to understand witchcraft or really understands it, must be eliminated!

This is the order from the great witch he received before he came!

The priest asked again: "How did you communicate with the gods?"

Jing Zhao laughed twice, folded his hands and spoke in a somewhat arrogant tone: "How you communicate with the gods is how I communicate."

These questions were so young that they were easy to answer, which made Jing Zhao a little confused. Is the legendary wizard who can subjugate and rule thousands of miles away from Fujian and Yue at this level?

Can people who ask these questions really make tens of millions of people believe in their faith? Are the people too easy to fool, or are they forced by the tyranny of the great witch to tame the people so that they have no time to ask questions?

The priest frowned, Jing Zhao's answer made him very dissatisfied.

He asked one last question.

"Since you said that the witch ancestor gave you divine power, you will use this divine power to resolve the locust plague here and restore life to the rice in this field."

Jing Zhao folded his hands and tilted his head, and said calmly: "Can you, the priest, do this?"

The priest was silent.

Jing Zhao added: "The priest asked me to do something, but did I get the order from the witch ancestor?"

The priest remained silent.

Jing Zhao continued: "You and I are both priests of the witch ancestor. I have the same position as you, and I should follow the order of the witch ancestor. If it wasn't the order of the witch ancestor, why would I listen to your orders?"

The fever has reached 40 degrees. I apologize if there are any typos or the plot does not make sense. I will correct it tomorrow.
Chapter completed!