Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The interior is bright.

The three of them gathered around the desk, their faces showing dignity.

What they have to do next is very simple, that is, to open the abdominal cavity of Mud and try to get rid of the parasitic monsters.

It's easy to say, but difficult to do.

Li Changan grabbed a short knife with a long handle, with a thin blade, and repeatedly grilled it on the brazier.

In the days when he was wandering the rivers and lakes, he had actually done many tricks, whether it was a demon or a human.

But this time is different.

Not for "killing", but for "saving"!

It is rare for a Taoist priest to feel guilty.

Surgery is a highly skilled craftsmanship.

"Brother Dao?"

In hesitation, the gaze of the two people next to him turned around.

Li Changan nodded slightly.

There is no one else at the moment, and I try my best.

Fortunately, he vaguely remembered that he had watched a drama, which included scenes of open cavity surgery. While trying to remember, he used the knife from under Muddy's chest according to the memory.

The blade pierced the skin, and Feng Chong, who was next to him, hurriedly sprinkled amulet water on the wound point, imposing a "Sword Injury Bleeding Curse" in it.

After all, a qualified operation requires a knife to stop the blood.

The medical skills are not enough to get together.

However, Feng Chong also said frankly that this technique is for human use, and it is not known how effective the monsters are.

Fortunately, blood was still flowing like a spring at the beginning of the wound, but after the water went down, it gradually stopped bleeding.

it works!

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The Taoist priest continued to use the knife carefully, marking a V-shape from the lower edge of his chest.

But at this moment, he remembered embarrassingly that the drama he watched seemed to be a suspenseful reasoning drama. Therefore, that part of the plot is not performing surgery, but dissecting the corpse. It is not the abdomen, but the chest cavity that needs to be opened.

Uh...youkai's vitality should be more tenacious, right?

Having already achieved this step, it would be impossible to stop thinking about it.

The Taoist priest was cruel, according to the original plan, and then cut the knife from the tip of the V, which is the position of the xiphoid process, and cut through the flesh all the way to the belly button.

As I said earlier, Li Changan is very experienced in breaking his belly, but hesitated with this knife. It only cuts the flesh and does not hurt the internal organs. It is exceptionally clean and tidy.

When the matter is over, close the knife.

Li Changan grabbed both sides of the wound.

"are you ready?"

Bo Tzuyu rubbed the blue and white numb skin, and Feng Chong muttered "Blessed Tianzun" with his eyes down.

Soon.

Taoist priest opened Mudman's abdominal cavity.

…………

Torches, lamps, candles, more than a dozen light sources shine brightly, reflecting the surroundings of the countertop as bright as daylight.

On the table in the bright center.

In the small abdominal cavity like a baby, the mudman's liver, gallbladder, spleen, kidneys, stomach... are unobstructed. With gentle breathing, it trembles slowly in the thick plasma.

Parasitic worms have replaced the intestinal system. The ring-shaped slender body of snakes seems to be unaccustomed to being exposed to the air, like a snake waking up from hibernation instinctively squirming and trembling.

And the Tingpo Needle quietly landed in the center of the "worm circle".

"A spell is really mysterious, a short needle can also hold down the monster, not violently hurt people."

Bo Tzuyu used to push the corpse of the worm all the way into the yamen, and was accustomed to nausea when he thought about it.

Li Changan was there, and there was no sense of embarrassment to be exposed.

"Little Doer, it won't last long, and you have to trouble Feng Daoyou to set a ban."

Feng Chong glanced at him deeply, but someone had a thick skin, so he hummed twice, put a pen in cinnabar, and drew a talisman directly on the insect's body.

A talisman to seal the town of monsters.

Soon.

The Taoist priest took down the Dingpo needle and used a short knife to overturn and check the monster.

The head of this worm is connected to Mud's stomach sac, and the tail is connected to Mud's anus. Between the links of the body, there are fine tentacles that "grow" into Mud's internal organs like a rhizome.

Li Changan tried to cut off the tentacles connecting the kidneys, but as soon as the knife was cut, the tentacles suddenly curled up, and the kidneys immediately convulsed, exuding fine blood beads.

It seems that cutting off the tentacles may also destroy the kidneys.

Li Changan had to turn the knife edge to the insect body.

But this time.

All the tentacles of the demon worm curled up at the same time, and the mud man almost broke free from the ban under the severe pain.

This situation is really like a hedgehog, teaching Li Changan nowhere to start.

Watching the two of them, Bo Tzuyu murmured directly, and Feng Chong groaned for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"If you can't use a knife, can you use medicine?"

"Do you want to fight poison with poison?"

Feng Chong didn't rush to answer, but first raised an irrelevant question.

"Brother Dao knows about facial sores?"

It's a coincidence.

Not only did Li Changan know about this facial sore, he also treated it. To be precise, I ran into it once with the cheap master Liu Laodao.

The old things of that first time crossing.

The master and apprentice passed through a small town.

There was a businessman inside with a weird sore on his arm. The sore looked like a human face. The eyes, ears, mouth and nose were complete. What's more strange was that this man could also eat and drink with facial sores. After drinking, he would blush like a human.

The businessman also sought medical advice at first, but the famous doctors in the neighborhood were helpless, and coupled with the pain or itching, there seemed to be no harm to the body, so the businessman was left alone.

Can gradually.

This sore has grown from the size of a finger to the size of a palm. At the beginning, I want to drink wine and eat delicious food. If I am not satisfied, I will swear at the people around me, but I can still swear in the most embarrassing place in people's hearts. Many times, the businessman was so tired that he almost went to court.

The businessman was overwhelmed, so he had to pay a lot of money to seek medical treatment, and it happened that Liu Laodao took Li Chang'an on the way, and he accepted it in one fell swoop.

The way Liu Lao Dao treats this person's face is very simple.

First take the wine and get it drunk, then take it to the drugstore, and stuff the medicinal materials into its mouth blindly. Facial scars are always drunk, and only a few rare medicinal materials are vomiting in the mouth.

Liu Laodao picked out these medicines and poured a bowl of bitter soup into it.

Only for a moment.

The medicine is sore removed.

...

"It's exactly what Dao brother said."

Feng Chong explained.

"This facial sore is actually a demon in the body." (No, I'm nonsense)

"Therefore, people with facial sores caused by wind-cold are not willing to eat psyllium; because of dysentery, they are not willing to eat coptis; because of golden chaff, they are not willing to eat platycodon." (ibid.)

"I also often hear that there are alchemists who deliberately induce the qi to turn into monsters and heal some strange diseases."

Bo Ziyu's eyes lit up after hearing this.

"Feng Daochang is saying that the method of treating human facial sores can be used to clean up this monster?!"

But immediately he frowned.

"But the scar is a disease, but this monster is a worm. Can the two be confused?"

Feng Chong smiled without answering, only pointing at the tail of the demon worm.

"Look at it, two."

The Taoist priest took a closer look and found that this worm's body was quite different from elsewhere. The body of the worm is white and red here; the body of the worm is smooth, and the folds here are more like a piece of...intestine?

Is it possible...

Li Changan's inspiration flashed.

It's not that bugs got into the body and ate the intestines. But the demon plague turned the intestines into worms? !

"Since fellow Taoist pointed this out." The Taoist priest looked at Feng Chong, "Surely there must be a magic method?"

Feng Chong nodded slightly.

"There is indeed a way, but it is a little risky, and it needs someone with a quick eye to protect it."

Li Changan did his part.

"I come."

Feng Chong nodded and said again.

"Furthermore, my method needs to speak, the monster has no tongue, and can't let go of the prohibition hastily, and I need one person to act as a psychic medium."

Talking.

Both of them turned their eyes to the dumbfounded Bo Tzuyu.