I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 346 Unable to Fight

"Gotcha!" Feng Jing brushed the sunflower seed shells off his clothes, stood up, and quickly moved forward.

Chen Xing followed closely behind, saying as they walked, "It's settled then, if he's ugly, you have to make me a bottle of corpse-dissolving potion, and you'll provide the ingredients."

"Alright," Feng Jing agreed, pushing aside the guards and walking inside.

Chu Liuzheng and Siyue also went over.

Xiao Jingfan also wanted to go and see, but was stopped by Lü Fei and Zhou Yuande, so he had to give up and wait for the guards to bring the man in purple over.

Inside the encirclement, the man in purple struggled in the net, letting out a roar like that of a wild beast, which sent chills down one's spine.

There were barbs online, with cartilage powder on them. As the man struggled, they pierced his skin, and the medicine gradually took effect, causing the purple-clad man's roar to gradually weaken.

Feng Dadan reached out to remove the black veil from the man's face, but it seemed to provoke the man in purple, and he was almost bitten.

Startled, Feng Jing withdrew his hand and pulled out a bottle of powder, smearing it on the man's face as if it were free.

Knowing Feng Jing's ruthlessness, the crowd instinctively covered their mouths and noses and took a step back in unison.

The man in purple had nowhere to retreat. Even through the veil, he had inhaled a lot of the poison. Before long, apart from his eyes being able to move, he was limp as a ball of cotton on the ground, unable to even move a finger. The threatening growl that had been in his throat had turned into a mosquito's hum.

"Try biting me." Feng Jing muttered, reaching out again to remove the black veil.

This time, it was successfully picked.

When everyone took a closer look, they all gasped in shock.

【Fuck! 】

Chu Liuzheng instinctively gripped Siyue's arm tightly, feeling that he would have nightmares that night.

What kind of face is that?
Strange black lines covered his entire face, covered with pustules of all sizes, squeezing his features so much that they were almost shrunken together into a few thin lines, making it difficult to distinguish his nose, eyes, and mouth without careful observation.

The man in purple opened his mouth as if to shout, but only a mosquito-like hum came out.

Everyone stared in astonishment at his dark, gaping mouth; this man had no tongue.

Chu Liuzheng got goosebumps all over and quickly looked away, not daring to look anymore.

If she had known it was this terrifying, she wouldn't have come along and would have just read the text version in the system.

"He really is ugly." Chen Xing squatted down next to Feng Jing and asked the man in purple, "Is he poisoned or cursed?"

“Both.” Feng Jing’s expression was grave. He took the purple-clad man’s hand to feel his pulse and murmured, “He should have died long ago. How did he survive?”

Chen Xing: "You know him?"

"Hmm." Feng Jing withdrew his hand, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his hands as he said, "If I'm not mistaken, his name is Ji An. He once sent a matchmaker to the Qin family to propose marriage, wanting to marry Doctor Qin."

Everyone suddenly realized that it was a love rival; no wonder they could recognize her even in this state.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Chu Liuzheng leaned closer, not daring to look at Ji An's face, and stared at Feng Jing, asking, "Why did you say he should have died long ago?"

Feng Jingdao said: "The last time I saw him, he was suffering from a serious illness and was bedridden. He would not live more than three hours."

Chu Liuzheng was surprised: "Even you couldn't save him?"

What happened to the promise of snatching people from the jaws of death?

“Illnesses can be cured, but lifespan cannot be saved.” Feng Jing stared at Ji An, recalling the scene from that day. “Back then, his internal organs were all damaged, his life force was cut off, and he was only holding on by a breath. Even if a great immortal came, he would have difficulty saving him, let alone me?”

He's not a god.

"But he's alive and well, isn't he?" Chen Xing picked up a twig from the ground and poked the person in the net who had turned into a limp lump of mud. "And he's highly skilled in martial arts. Some people can practice their whole lives and still not achieve his level of skill."

"That's why I find it strange; he didn't know martial arts at all." Feng Jing frowned, unable to understand for a moment.

“He can’t speak without a tongue, so we can’t get anything out of him.” Chen Xing’s branch slid slowly from Ji An’s chin to his abdomen as he smiled and said, “Why don’t we cut him open and take a look?”

Everyone:! ! !
Don't say such terrifying things with a cute smile! Chu Liuzheng silently moved closer to Feng Jing and asked, "Has Ji'an ever been to school?"

“He is a student who has passed the preliminary examination,” Feng Jing said. “His calligraphy is quite good.”

Chu Liuzheng seemed to hear the grinding of teeth, and turned to look at him: "How do you know his handwriting is good?"

Feng Jing said with a sour face, "He wrote love poems for Doctor Qin, more than one."

The last four words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Thinking of his long road to winning back his wife, Chu Liuzheng patted his shoulder sympathetically and comforted him, "Given his current state, Doctor Qin definitely won't be interested in him."

Feng Jing glanced at Ji An's current appearance and wholeheartedly agreed, which improved his mood.

If you can write, you can't dissect it.

Chenxing pouted and threw the branch away, immediately losing interest.

Determined that Ji An posed no threat at present, the guards dragged him like a dead dog to Xiao Jingfan.

Upon seeing the face covered in black lines and pustules, making it unrecognizable, Xiao Jingfan frowned and looked at Feng Jing: "You did this?"

Feng Jing was wronged: "Young Master, I am a doctor, with a kind heart and skillful hands. How could I possibly be so cruel?"

Everyone looked up at the sky, wondering who had just smeared the powder all over someone's face without a second thought.

Xiao Jingfan cleared his throat and changed the subject: "What did you discover just now?"

Feng Jing didn't want to speak, so Chu Liuzheng had to speak for him, considerately omitting the part about the love poem and simply recounting what everyone had discovered.

After listening, Xiao Jingfan asked, "When will he be able to move?"

Only Feng Jing, the instigator, can answer this question.

He said, "After taking the antidote, you will recover completely in no time."

Lu Fei glanced at Ji An's terrifying face and said, "Young Master, let's wait until we enter the city to detoxify this person. It will be easier to keep an eye on him then."

Xiao Jingfan shared the same idea.

Just as he was about to tell everyone to pack up and continue on their way, Jiang Yao, who had been sitting in the tree, suddenly jumped down, her clothes fluttering like snow, and landed beside Ji An.

She crouched down, took out a dagger, and slashed Ji An's arm, watching the almost black blood slowly flow out. Her right eye unknowingly turned gray.

For a moment, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her.

Siyue, who was more familiar with her, asked softly, "Master Jiang, have you discovered something?"

“It’s the Nine-Eyed Gu.” With a blink, Jiang Yao’s eyes returned to normal.

She wiped the dagger clean on Ji An's clothes, looked up at Xiao Jingfan, and said seriously, "You're in trouble."

Xiao Jingfan remained calm: "What trouble?"

“As long as you have the Nine-Eyed Gu, a medicine person like him,” Jiang Yao stood up and pointed to Ji An on the ground, “can be trained in just three months.”

Same internal energy, same movement techniques, perhaps even stronger.

After realizing what she meant, Xiao Jingfan's brows furrowed instantly.

Everyone felt a tightness in their chests as they listened.

If one Ji An is this difficult to deal with, imagine what it would be like if a whole group came!

While bandaging the injured guard, Feng Jing said, "As far as I know, the Nine-Eyed Gu is extremely difficult to cultivate; it's already a rare feat to cultivate even one." Otherwise, the world would have been in chaos long ago.

“Except for Yin Lanci.” Jiang Yao hung the dagger back on her waist. “She has the Netherworld Gu. Once she can raise one Nine-Eyed Gu, she can easily raise ten, twenty, or even a hundred more.”

The crowd imagined being surrounded by a hundred Ji'an, and their scalps tingled with fear; there was no way they could fight back!