How many people can calmly guess the murderer of the poison?

It's because they feel that Elder Yao must be able to save the Lord.

But then...

Elder Yao lowered his head, slapped himself hard in the face, and whispered: "Incompetent!"

"Pah——"

"waste!"

Looking at Elder Yao's actions, the heads of several people standing aside were buzzing.

Several pairs of eyes stared at Elder Yao in disbelief, watching him tremble all over, and tremblingly squeezed out a few words: "There is no antidote, this poison..."

"This poison has no cure."

When the Lord is decadent.

They can cheer up.

When the Lord said he wanted to find her, when he wanted to give up the ancient martial arts family.

They can also cheer up.

But now, they really can't support it anymore.

A few people smiled in a daze, and then sat down with a bang along the ground.

"No solution?"

"How come there is no solution..."

They shook their heads and listened to what Elder Yao said word for word: "From the time I met my master, she likes cigarettes and wine, and wants the strongest and strongest ones."

"But later, the master quit."

"I still remember that when my master used to develop poisons, he never made antidotes."

"But later on, Master, every poison must be matched with an antidote."

"It's all because of that person...the person who died for seventeen years."

The elder Yao said more and more.

The disciple became even more uncomfortable, and his heart was hit hard several times.

"This poison..."

"The master developed it before he heard that the man died, and hid it in the secret room. The master didn't have time to prepare the antidote, and he didn't have time..."

"The poison only lasts for a month."

"Just one month..."

Elder Yao lowered his head in guilt and helplessness, and the entire main hall revealed a desperate and desolate atmosphere.

Every pair of eyes looked at the woman lying on the ground.

She won't light up cigarettes anymore.

I won't get drunk again.

I will no longer close myself in, blame myself all the time, and give up the Guwu family to find that person.

"No, there must be a way!"

The ancient martial arts disciples couldn't believe it.

He climbed up to the Lord with both hands and said with a cry in his voice: "I don't believe that Master has survived seventeen years."

"How could you be taken away by the poison you developed?"

"Elder Yao!"

"There must be someone who can save my master, right? Tell me, you have a way, right?" The disciple of Guwu grabbed Elder Yao's shoulders and shook him desperately.

He doesn't believe it!

How could anything happen to the master?

Elder Yao's face trembled slightly.

His heart felt so tight that he couldn't even breathe...

But suddenly!

Elder Yao's eyes suddenly caught sight of the red silk thread not far away. He was stunned, forcefully pulled away the disciple's hand, and rushed to the side of the silk thread.

"Thread, silk thread."

"Yes, yes, yes...!"

"There is one person who can save the Lord. He is the person who brought the Lord to a standstill seventeen years ago. She will definitely be able to save him!"

Elder Yao stared closely at these red threads.

He spoke excitedly: "Seventeen years ago, my master's life was in danger several times."

"It's the master who was rescued by that person!"

The disciple who had some hope at first became desperate after hearing these words: "Have you forgotten? That person is dead."

"He died seventeen years ago."

Elder Yao stretched out his hand.

Touching the silk thread in front of me as if it were a treasure, I lowered my head and pondered for a long time.

Collect red silk thread...

That seemed to be seventeen years ago...

Right!
Chapter completed!