What he cared about the most was the inner core of the big demon.
Cultivators had some extremely mysterious methods. If he could devour that inner core, his Dao technique would definitely break through to a higher realm.
However, after looking around, he did not even see the shadow of the inner core.
"Will it be swallowed by this beast?"
Old Crooked Luo kicked the Six-winged Centipede's corpse and said casually.
However, these words gave Zhe Gushao a reminder. He reacted immediately and took out a short knife, carefully cutting through the abdomen of the six-winged centipede.
With a ripping sound, it was as if a piece of paper had been cut open.
When the great demon was alive, it was as if it was covered in heavy armor, but now that it was dead, it could not even withstand an ordinary knife.
The others did not say anything when they saw him cut open the corpse's stomach. Instead, they stood at the side and watched excitedly.
The Xie Ling Sect never said that they respected corpses.
However, after cutting open the abdomen of the corpse, an extremely pungent smell of blood immediately spread, causing everyone to cover their mouths and noses and take a few steps back.
However, Zhe Gushao did not care at all. All he cared about was his inner core.
Unfortunately, after rummaging through it several times, he still could not find the shadow of the big demon's inner core, making him extremely frustrated.
"Dao brother, perhaps that inner core has already been destroyed.”
Chen Yulou couldn't help but try to persuade him when he saw his dark expression.
"The inner core won't be easily destroyed…Forget it, perhaps it's fate that I can't have this item.”
Francolin Whistle shook his head.
He casually threw the short knife in his hand to the side and said helplessly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that someone was tugging at the corner of his shirt. He turned around and saw the worried eyes of the flower spirit.
" We don't even know if Second Senior Brother is dead or alive…"
Oh right, Old Westerner!
Zhe Gushao's heart sank. He only cared about the six-winged centipede and the inner core, but he forgot about his junior brother's life and death.
"Head Chen, I need to borrow some people from you to help me find my junior brother.”
Facing such a request, Chen Yulou naturally wouldn't refuse. He called over 20 bandits to retreat from the Immeasurable Hall and return to the arch bridge.
Previously, the six-winged centipede hid under the bridge and attacked when everyone crossed the bridge.
Although the old foreigner tried his best to resist, he was powerless and was shot down under the bridge.
A group of people raised their searchlights and looked down the bridge. However, there was a thick layer of fog below, making it impossible to see the exact situation.
Helplessly.
Some bandits brought over centipede-shaped mountain ladders and built them from the bridgehead to the bottom.
He also chose a few people who dared to die to accompany Zhe Gushao to search for people below.
However, the underground river under the bridge had already dried up, leaving only countless jagged rocks. There were also a few corpses piled up there, all of which had been swept down the bridge by the six-winged centipede.
Seeing this scene, Zhe Gushao's heart could not help but sink.
Falling from such a high bridge, even if he was not careful, he would have broken his leg and injured himself, not to mention that he had suffered a heavy blow from a demon like the six-winged centipede.
In fact, he no longer held much hope in his heart.
"Found it."
The further he went, the more painful his heart became. A moment later, in the darkness not far from the bridge, a cry of surprise suddenly came.
Francolin Whistle rushed forward and saw the old foreigner lying on the ground.
His eyes were tightly shut, and no one could tell if he was dead or alive.
However, there was a deep scratch on his chest. It was obvious that he had been injured by the six-winged centipede. There was also a strange black fog rolling around the wound. The blood that flowed out was black, and the poison had already penetrated into the bones and blood.
"Still breathing…still breathing."
A few bandits helped him up from the ground and carefully put their hands under his nose. They found that there was still a trace of heat, but it was already a thin thread.
"Send her up."
Seeing the old foreigner's miserable state, Francolin Whistle felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
The three of them came from the Laglama tribe. They were cursed, but at the same time, they carried the hope of countless clansmen.
He hoped that they would be able to find the legendary Dust Pearl and completely remove the curse on their clansmen.
The old foreigner had traveled with him all these years and suffered countless hardships, but he had never complained. Now, he was injured like this in this Bottle Mountain.
He couldn't help but blame himself.
If he didn't take him away from the tribe, if he didn't agree to Chen Yulou's request, if…
Everything was his fault.
A few bandits carefully sent the old foreigner up and collected the rest of the corpses, preparing to burn them outside when they left.
"Senior Brother!"
The flower spirit had a weak personality. When she saw the old foreigner's appearance, she immediately burst into tears.
"The old foreigner is poisoned…I'm afraid there's nothing he can do.”
Chen Yulou knew a little about medicine. Seeing that the blood vessels in the old man's pupils were turning black and his tongue was covered with black threads, he shook his head helplessly.
"There must be a way. Save Shixiong.”
"Please save him."
Half-kneeling in front of the old foreigner, the flower spirit's pure face was covered in tears.
Francolin Whistle also clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with pain.
Feng Bai took out a medicinal pill." I do have a Detoxification Pill here that can try to alleviate his poison. If there's anything…"
That was the end of the sentence. Actually, everyone understood.
His pills could only temporarily stop the old foreigner's poison from acting up and wake him up to say his last words to the people around him.
Someone took some warm water and mixed it with medicine to feed the old foreigner.
After a while, he suddenly coughed violently and spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
His face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was dispirited. However, he finally woke up and looked up at Zhe Gushao and the flower spirit in front of him.
"Senior brother, junior sister…I might not be able to accompany you to continue searching for pills…pills.”
"The day has finally come, seventeen years ahead of schedule.”
"Junior Sister, don't be sad…Look, at least my blood is still red, not gold.”
These few words were extremely difficult to say, as if he had exhausted all his strength. The old foreigner closed his eyes and completely lost his breath.
However, what was surprising was that there was no fear of imminent death on his face. Instead, there was a hint of relief on his face, and there was even a smile at the corner of his mouth.
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