Chapter 53: Killing the master and fighting for life (1)

"Huh?" The calm in the cave finally made the old man Bei Ming notice the strangeness.
He stuffed the small transparent bottle into his robe and looked up at Mu Ge who was lying on the ground.
"Why is there no movement at all? Could it be that the poison was too powerful this time and killed this kid?" With a trace of surprise, the old man Bei Ming came to Mu Ge in an instant.
He squatted down, skinny, but with very hard hands, he quickly grasped Mu Ge's white wrists and probed his veins.
The pulse is steady, and it doesn't seem to be abnormal.
The old man Bei Ming sneered, the strength in his hand suddenly increased. The sharp nails almost fell into Mu Ge's flesh and blood.
"Huh, brat, pretend to be dead?" The old man Bei Ming almost crushed Mu Ge's wrist bones.
Enduring the severe pain, Mu Ge did not react at all.
As if, really fainted.
The old man Bei Ming smiled cruelly and pressed his palm. He only heard the sound of "click", Mu Ge's wrist was broken by him. Beneath the skin, where the bones are broken, there is a sudden bulge, which seems to pierce the flesh and rush out at any time.
The pain of broken bones made Mu Ge's forehead covered with cold sweat, but she still didn't say a word or even reacted at all.
Waiting dormant, waiting for the best time.
This is the most basic quality that a good hunter needs.
Mu Ge believes that he is a good hunter.
"Jie Jie, how tolerable?" Old Bei Ming's smile was creepy. He carried Mu Qingge's severed hand, lifted her up like a chicken, and lifted his feet off the ground.
The weight of the body depends only on the support of the broken hand.
This kind of pain almost broke Mu Ge. However, she still held back, her head drooping, as if she was completely unconscious. However, under her drooping face and her closed eyes, a cold light of killing intent emerged.
After torturing Mu Ge for a while, he still couldn't get any response.
The old man Bei Ming seemed to have lost his patience and threw her fiercely. Mu Ge's spine hit the rock wall of the cave severely, and the pain that almost broke, almost made her faint.
"Huh, useless things." Old Bei Ming muttered dissatisfiedly with his back to her.
It seems that after confirming that Mu Ge was not pretending to be dizzy, he began to think that his own poison was too strong, which caused her abnormal condition.
The devastated Mu Ge's cheeks were pressed against the cold and moist ground, and a gap was opened slightly between her closed eyes. Through the gap, she saw that the old man Bei Ming seemed to be bowing his head and making something.
"It's really a waste, but if you die like this, you will have to make the old man go to the Yaotong to try the medicine again." Bei Ming said to himself, but did not notice Mu Ge's cold eyes on the ground behind him.
After another while, the old man Bei Ming turned around again, and at this time there was an equally black pill in his hand.
Gradually, Mu Ge's thin and curled body was shrouded in black shadows.
The cold and sharp voice of the old man Bei Ming sounded again: "If you take my elixir, you will not survive. Then refine you into a medicine man, so as not to waste the old man's medicine."
With that, he grabbed Mu Ge by the collar and lifted her up. Pinching her neck with her hand, squeezing her cheek, forcing her to open her mouth.
With the other hand, he held the pill and stuffed it into Mu Ge's mouth.
Just now!
Mu Ge must have opened his eyes without hesitation.
In those eyes, it was as cold as snow, cold as ice, and as good as a sword, but at the same time calm as no waves. The penetrating eyes reflected the old man Bei Ming's slightly startled look, and she smiled.