Under One Person: Rebuilding the Glory of the Beast Master

Chapter 45 Removing Corpse Poison

Zeng Su slept soundly until dawn. When he opened his eyes, his first feeling was that he was refreshed and his Qi flowed faster than before.

"Senior brother, get up."

He pulled Lu Jin out of bed.

"Hmm~ Oh~"

Lu Jin sat up with his eyes closed, but was still snoring.

Zeng Su had no choice but to use his special abilities.

"Master, you've arrived!"

As soon as those two words were uttered, Lu Jin stood up straight from the bed, his eyes wide open, and stood at attention perfectly.

"Master, I'm already up!"

However, the door was closed and empty, except for Zeng Su who was smiling at him.

Realizing he had been tricked again, Lu Jin pounced on Zeng Su and pinned him to the ground, roughly rubbing Zeng Su's head with his hands.

"Junior brother, you're teasing me again."

After playing around for a while, the brothers went downstairs to wash up, but as soon as they went downstairs, they saw a lot of people gathered downstairs.

They recognized these people; the ones in uniform were from the security office, and the one in the Taoist robe was the Taoist priest from last night.

People stood up immediately when they saw the two of them; most of them had red and swollen eyes, indicating that they hadn't slept all night.

One of the security guards reached out and poked the Taoist priest in the waist.

The Taoist priest reluctantly stepped forward, then surprisingly bowed and made a sword-finger gesture: "Greetings, two young immortals."

Seeing this awkward and unnatural action made Lu Jin burst into laughter.

"We're not some kind of immortals, and where do you practice Taoism?"

"Uh, this————"

The Taoist priest awkwardly forced a smile, revealing an extremely unpleasant expression. How could he explain this? He was just a charlatan, a swindler, but he knew that the two young men before him were definitely orthodox practitioners from prestigious sects.

Zeng Su looked at the Taoist priest and understood his situation. The Taoist priest had nothing; he was just an ordinary person. Although the Taoist priest had used magic last night, it was only with the peach wood sword in his hand.

"Master, we are cultivators from the Sanyi Sect. May I ask what brings you here?" he said, stepping forward politely so as not to embarrass the Taoist.

"So you are high-ranking cultivators from the Sanyi Sect. We have come to thank the two junior immortals for their help last night in eliminating the zombies for us," the Taoist said.

"It's nothing, just something I did on the spur of the moment." Lu Jin waved his hand, his expression full of heroic spirit.

"These people are probably not just looking for us to express their gratitude," Zeng Su whispered to Lu Jin.

Lu Jin nodded.

The Taoist stepped forward and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Young immortals, to be honest, although the zombie was eliminated last night, all of us—we were all poisoned by the zombie's corpse poison."

After he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing several black lines on his forearm, like tree roots coiled under his skin, extending from his wrist to his elbow.

The Taoist priest's voice trembled, "I have tried every method I could think of: using glutinous rice to draw out the poison, using cinnabar to draw talismans, and using mugwort to fumigate the area. But the poison has not only failed to subside, it is spreading faster and faster."

He pointed to the security guards: "Those of them were scratched and bitten by the zombies, and the poison has already reached their shoulders. For those of us who weren't injured, the poison has seeped into our mouths, noses, eyes, and ears."

As soon as the Taoist finished speaking, a security guard suddenly clutched his chest and squatted down, making a "whoosh" sound in his throat, with black foam oozing from the corner of his mouth.

People around gasped and backed away.

Zeng Su quickly stepped forward and squatted down next to the team member, reaching out to feel his pulse. The pulse was erratic, and in particular, a chilling energy was rampaging through his body.

"Senior brother, you stay here and keep watch." Zeng Su stood up and walked upstairs.

If he himself were infected with corpse poison, he could force it out directly, but it's a different story when it comes to others. Rashly inserting one's Qi into another's body could have extremely bad consequences.

So the only option is to ask a master for help.

Just as she reached the top of the stairs, Zuo Ruotong came down. Her gaze swept over the crowd below, and she understood everything.

"Make way." Zuo Ruotong walked up to the security guard who was squatting on the ground. Her voice was not loud, but it silenced everyone.

He crouched down, extended his right index and middle fingers together, and gently pressed them against the man's chest.

A warm white light shone from Zuo Ruotong's fingertip, and then the security guard's body stiffened abruptly, followed by a violent tremor.

Then he opened his mouth, and a black mist spewed out, condensing into a ball in the air and hissing.

With a wave of his left hand, Zuo Ruotong enveloped the black mist with an invisible force, sending it flying out the window and dissipating in the morning light.

The security guard's face gradually regained some color from its ashen appearance, and the purple on his lips faded considerably. He let out a long breath and opened his eyes, his gaze becoming much clearer.

"Thank you—thank you, Immortal Master." He struggled to kneel down and kowtow, but Zuo Ruotong reached out and helped him up.

"Don't move, it's not over yet," Zuo Ruotong said.

His fingers moved up the security guard's chest, past his throat, chin, lips, and nose, finally stopping at his brow.

Everywhere they passed, black liquid seeped from under the skin. By the time Zuo Ruotong's finger stopped at the center of the forehead, the security guard's clothes were already soaked in black.

"Alright." Zuo Ruotong stood up. "Go back and rest for a couple of days, drink plenty of water, avoid alcohol and spicy or greasy food, and get plenty of sunshine, and you'll be fine."

Zuo Ruotong turned to the others: "Line up, one at a time."

The crowd paused for a moment, then rushed forward, eager not to be left behind.

It was only after Lu Jin shouted, "Don't push! Whoever pushes won't get treatment," that the crowd quieted down and lined up obediently.

Zuo Ruotong treated them one by one, removing the poison.

In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the corpse poison was removed from everyone. At that speed, very few people in the entire world of supernatural beings could do it.

These people were lucky to have encountered Zuo Ruotong; otherwise, the corpse poison would have caused them heavy casualties.

The Taoist priest was the last one. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the black lines on his forearms, his face full of shame, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Zuo Ruotong pressed down on his arm, and the warm white light slowly seeped in.

"The methods you used before, although they didn't force the poison out, also prevented it from penetrating deep into your internal organs, which was already very good."

The Taoist looked at Zuo Ruotong with surprise. He had spent most of his life in the martial arts world and had seen too many arrogant and disdainful so-called "masters". This was the first time he had seen someone with such profound cultivation as Zuo Ruotong who was so gentle to an ordinary person.

"Alright." Zuo Ruotong withdrew her hand. "Your poison has been cleared. But there's something I need to remind you of."

The Taoist priest quickly bowed and said, "Please speak, Immortal Master."

Zuo Ruotong said, "The peach wood sword in your hand, although it has some supernatural abilities, can only deal with some wandering, unclaimed souls. If you really want to make a living this way, find a proper master and learn properly. Stop doing these shady and cheating things, or you'll harm yourself and others."

The Taoist's face turned bright red, and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, this humble one will remember."

The head of the security station ran over and said, "Master, what should we do with those two corpses?"

The two corpses are now lying outside the inn, and no one dares to touch them. Just the thought of collecting the two corpses is terrifying enough, let alone reaching out to touch them.

Especially the zombie; they even shoveled up the soil around its body and placed it on the door panel—this was the Taoist's idea. Actually, he was quite clever; he knew that soil tainted with the zombie's aura could also transmit the zombie virus.

Zuo Ruotong glanced at Zeng Su.

Zeng Su walked out and immediately saw the body of the bearded man.

You can see it most clearly during the day; the other person really does have a fierce look on their face, and simply put, they're not a good person.

The zombie was mixed with dirt and emitted an extremely unpleasant odor.

Ignoring the zombie, he wrapped his hands in steel energy and began searching the bearded man's body.

The bearded man had a bunch of odds and ends on his body.

The innkeeper's waiter even thoughtfully brought over a tray so Zeng Su could put his things on it.

"Thank you!"

Soon the tray was filled with a bunch of things, the most important of which was the drum.

He noticed the drum last night, but didn't touch it because it felt eerie to him, like it was alive.

He then placed the tray in front of Zuo Ruotong.

Zuo Ruotong glanced at these items and frowned.

"These are all evil sorcery and witchcraft items. Take out the drum, that bag, and the booklet; burn everything else!"

"Hmm!" Zeng Su nodded.

Lu Jin watched these things with curiosity.

Finally, the bearded man and the zombie were dragged to an open space. People lit a fire and, as Zuo Ruotong instructed, burned the bearded man and the zombie to ashes, then dug a deep pit to bury them, planted a tree on top, and that would be the end of it.

People originally planned to hold a grand banquet to thank the three masters and disciples, but they didn't know when the three masters and disciples had already left.

"Master, why did you bury the ashes and then plant a tree on top of them?" Lu Jin asked, trying to catch up with his master. He had been holding back this question for a long time. Just now at the bluestone shop, in order to maintain his superior image, he had acted nonchalantly, but in reality, he was scratching his head like a cat.

"Senior brother, you don't need to ask Master about this, I know it too!" Zeng Su didn't let Fei Peng take him flying; he wanted to run around with him first.

"Then tell me?"

"Actually, that tree just serves as a warning. With this tree there, people will know that something is buried under it, so they won't dig it up or go near it. Even if there is any residual corpse poison, it won't harm people," Zeng Su explained.

"Oh, I see!" Lu Jin nodded, finally understanding the reason.

Zuo Ruotong smiled and shook his head. His precious apprentice was actually quite smart, but sometimes he just couldn't get the hang of things. To put it bluntly, he had too little social experience and was too straightforward.

I'm quite satisfied with Zeng Su and Zuo Ruotong in all aspects, but sometimes I feel that Zeng Su doesn't seem like a child.

"Master, um—" Lu Jin hadn't finished asking his question; there were too many things he wanted to know.

"Sigh, let's find a place to stop up ahead, and I'll have a good talk with you." Zuo Ruotong sighed, at a loss for what to do with this disciple.

He knew that if he didn't explain, Lu Jin would keep asking questions along the way, and Zeng Su, though he didn't say anything, had eyes full of curiosity.