HCB Chapter 232 Miasma
Chapter 232 Miasma
When I arrived here, I saw my men killing each other with swords as if they were possessed.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, he was momentarily confused about the situation.
Just as he hesitated, one of his subordinates suddenly raised his sword and slashed at him. He dodged to the side and then struck out with his palm. With no other choice, he could only knock the subordinate unconscious for the time being.
To his relief, the method of knocking out the person seemed to be effective; at least the person who was knocked down temporarily stopped attacking.
Looking at the chaotic scene before him, and facing this bizarre situation that was out of his control, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness and fear.
The man shook his head, which was feeling dizzy. He used his sword to support himself and felt that his condition was not good. His head was getting heavier and heavier, his body was feeling light and his consciousness was beginning to blur.
Watching his subordinates wildly slashing with their swords, he guessed that if he continued to stay here, he would eventually lose consciousness just like them.
Just as an unconscious guard was about to slash at the man with his knife, Long Chuqing raised her phoenix feather whip and lashed it at the man, the whip precisely wrapping around his waist.
She pulled him back forcefully, dragging him down onto the grass behind her.
The phoenix feather whip transformed into a bow and arrow in Long Chuqing's hand once more. She drew the bowstring taut and aimed it at the guards below the mountain valley.
At the same time, the healing spiritual power released by Fei Feng wrapped around the arrow, and the two spiritual powers intertwined, radiating a faint golden light.
As Long Chuqing released his finger, the arrow shot out, transforming into countless arrows in mid-air, whistling towards the guards who were wildly slashing with their swords.
A dense whistling sound of arrows rang out, and the arrows accurately hit their targets, instantly piercing their bodies.
The guards froze instantly upon being struck by the arrows, and moments later they lost their ability to move, collapsing limply to the ground and falling into a deep sleep.
After restricting the guards' mobility, Long Chuqing aimed at the miasma-filled area again and fired three arrows in succession.
At this moment, the man lying on the ground coughed lightly, clutching his chest.
Upon hearing the noise, Long Chu turned around and walked lightly toward the man.
Due to the poisoning from the miasma, the man's face was already somewhat pale, and his body was weak and powerless.
However, his consciousness was much stronger than that of the guards, which is why he has been able to hold on until now.
Seeing Long Chuqing walking towards him, he struggled to raise the long sword in his hand and point it directly at her.
"What...what are you going to do!"
Long Chuqing walked to the man's side and stood there, glaring down at him.
Looking at the trembling longsword pointed at her, she couldn't help but find it amusing. She then kicked the sword away from his hand.
She slowly squatted down, struck the man's abdomen with her palm, and then used her internal energy to slowly push upwards, expelling the miasma from the man's body.
She took out a bottle of antidote pills from her small cloth bag and poured two into his hand. "These are antidote pills. They'll relieve the symptoms. It's up to you whether you dare to take them!"
The man looked at the two pills in his palm, glanced at Long Chuqing with a puzzled expression, and pressed hard on his chest, finding that the uncomfortable and depressed feeling from before had eased considerably.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he put the pill in his mouth and swallowed it.
Long Chuqing walked to the spot where he had been and looked down. He fired three arrows to break the miasma, but the miasma in the valley below was dissipating so slowly that the situation here seemed different.
She frowned. "Feifeng, Fengyu, look, the miasma hasn't dissipated. Could it be that there's something special about this miasma? Or is the miasma-breaking arrow ineffective against it?"
“Yes, it is indeed very strange,” Feng Yu said. “If it were ordinary miasma, it should have dissipated by now.”
After taking the antidote pill, the man's consciousness began to return slowly, and he regained some strength in his hands and feet.
He stood up, brushed the dry branches and leaves off his clothes, and walked towards Long Chuqing.
"Thank you for saving me, young lady." He bowed slightly, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Long Chuqing. "I misunderstood you just now, young lady, please forgive me."
Long Chuqing turned around and said in a calm tone, "If I were the kind of person who likes to hold grudges, I wouldn't have made a move just now."
"Thank you again, young lady." He bowed again. "By the way, my name is Lu Beizhou. May I ask how to address you, young lady?"
Long Chuqing replied calmly, "My surname is Long."
"Greetings, Miss Long."
"This is not the time for small talk. Stop standing there and quickly bring up those who are still breathing on the ground. I'll see if they can be saved."
Upon hearing that the guard might still be alive, Lu Beizhou's previously dim eyes instantly lit up.
He glanced down into the valley and then hurriedly replied, "Oh, okay, I'll go right away."
He turned around and took two steps, but then suddenly turned back to look at Long Chuqing, asking with a troubled expression, "Could you lend a hand, young lady?"
Upon hearing this, Long Chuqing first glanced at the stinking ravine, then frowned in disgust at the pile of bones and corpses below.
He firmly refused: "No, you really have the nerve to ask me to go. If you don't go, I'm leaving."
Lu Beizhou reached up and touched the back of his head, only then realizing that his request had indeed been somewhat rash and impolite. The other party was a girl; how could he ask her to help him move men?
Thinking of this, he looked guilty and quickly apologized to Long Chuqing: "I was in a hurry just now and was impolite. I'm sorry."
Long Chuqing didn't say anything more, but simply waved his hand casually, signaling him to hurry up and get to work.
Lu Beizhou walked down the mountain valley, while she found a relatively flat open space away from the stench of the mass grave to wait.
“Qingqing, that mass grave looks very suspicious,” Feifeng said. “Moreover, the guards looked strange, and the miasma looked unusual too. It’s extraordinary that it can cause hallucinations.”
"Could it be the work of that dream demon?" Feng Yu analyzed. "That strange smell might be there to cover up the demonic aura."
“It is indeed suspicious,” Long Chuqing said. “We will investigate it more thoroughly later.”
At this moment, Lu Beizhou carried an injured guard on his back and helped another guard who had regained some consciousness as he walked towards her.
Lu Beizhou put the two guards down, and Long Chuqing took out an antidote pill and asked him to give it to the guards. She then went to check on the guard who was more seriously injured.
She took out silver needles and hemostatic powder from the small bag she carried with her, and used them to stop the bleeding to prevent them from dying from excessive blood loss.
Watching Long Chuqing use the silver needles so skillfully, Lu Beizhou asked, "Does the young lady know medicine?"
"Well, for now I can only help them detoxify and stop the bleeding. I can't do detailed treatment on the wounds here. After the less seriously injured people wake up, send them back to find help and take them back for treatment."
“Okay.” Lu Beizhou agreed, and then he continued to move the rest of the guards here.