Star Wars Volume 2 Chapter 4: Blood Orchid Strange Gu
On the river in Borneo, a large silver-white ship was moored by the water. It was the rainy season and the river was turbulent, so it was possible to moor such a large ship. Shamanlang stepped on the water, nimbly hooked from a branch nearby to the bow, and jumped onto the deck. He was carrying a three-foot-high rattan basket with some plants and unknown things scattered inside.
The most eye-catching thing was a small silver-white metal box , which Shamanlang carefully held in his hand and entered the ship. There were only two rooms in the cabin, and one of the doors exuded a cold metallic luster.
Shamanlang put his right hand on the door, and a blue light swept across his body. The door slid silently to the sides, revealing a small but well-equipped laboratory. Chen Ang was holding a slide and scanning the instrument.
In the blue solution in front of him, a strand of blood-red thread outlined a strange pattern. Shamanlang carefully opened the white metal box, which contained several transparent collection boxes. Several brightly colored tree frogs, poisonous snakes, and some highly toxic creatures whose species could not be identified were placed inside.
"Master!" Shamanlang put his hands together and said respectfully, "When I went to collect herbs, I heard the natives nearby say that they found many traces of struggle in the jungle. They didn't look like large animals. I went to see and found traces of human blood."
"We also found many weapons and bullet holes nearby, but no signs of injury to the creatures that attacked those people. We also found two abandoned ships, one fell down the waterfall, and the other was parked near the holy land. Will the Dragon King..."
Chen Ang stared at the microscope without even looking up and said, "Don't worry about him. The Dragon King will take care of everything. Concentrate on researching and restoring the witch insects. Once you have restored the witch land in Borneo, this place will be completely safe."
Chen Ang entered a series of formulas into the database and prepared to send them to the sixth genetic laboratory of Never Ending. He is currently mainly studying the dynamic relationship between blood orchids and the environment, which is related to the analysis of the medicinal properties of blood orchid medicines. Chen Ang is the only one in the traditional Chinese medicine team, while the sixth laboratory specializes in modern genetics.
"Bring number eight to me!" Chen Ang ordered Shamanlang.
Shamanlang carefully opened the glass cabinet next to him, nervously took out an ecological box and handed it to Chen Ang. Inside, a blood-red thumb-sized tree frog was quietly dormant. Chen Ang lightly snapped his fingers at it, and it obediently turned up its belly.
Shamanlang did not dare to underestimate this poisonous creature. He had seen it lick the blood of a crocodile with his own eyes. It only took three seconds for this cute little creature to poison and kill a two-meter-long crocodile.
The tree frog's snow-white belly obediently turned to Chen Ang, allowing him to touch it. Chen Ang used a dropper to absorb a quarter drop of blood orchid solution and dripped it on the tree frog's belly. The blood-red solution melted into the tree frog's belly, glowing strangely red. The little tree frog turned over, and its belly bulged.
A trickle of blood seeped into its body, and Shamanlang felt that the blood-colored pattern on its back was getting redder and redder, as if it was about to drip. He quickly pricked his finger, put it in the eco-box, and let the tree frog suck it.
As time passed, Shamanlang's face became paler and paler. He quickly took out a fishy-smelling pill from his arms and swallowed it. His face turned into a strange flush, and wisps of black air crawled all over his face. As the tree frog sucked it, it turned into black lines and sank into the tree frog's body.
"Borneo's witchcraft is too primitive. Using poison to stimulate your body can certainly have the effect of training, but it is too violent to damage the body. No wonder you witches have a dark aura and your body circulation is yin and unbalanced. Shamanlang, you insist on practicing poison witchcraft. From now on, your body fluids will be highly poisonous and you can't easily come into contact with humans."
Shamanlang bowed his head and said respectfully: "Master, be merciful. This is the witchcraft that our people have passed down. I only hope that witchcraft can be passed down smoothly in my generation. I dare not ask for anything else."
With a sigh, Chen Ang spread out the bark totem inherited by the natives and pointed out: "Your ancestors discovered that the poison in the rainforest has a magical adaptability to the blood orchid, and used this comprehensive reaction to refine the witch medicine of the blood of the gods to prolong your lifespan."
"But this method is too primitive and crude. I used the witchcraft inherited from the Miao border of the Central Plains and the primitive witchcraft of your tribe to improve this process and enhance the ability to purify the blood orchid toxin. It can extend your life by at least 500 years. During this process, you have to constantly take some poisons and witchcraft. Every seven years, you have to take a large amount of blood orchid."
Shamanlang stroked his chest and said, "I will go to the Middle Earth to inherit the master's magic, find a kind-hearted disciple for the master in Miaojiang, and swear to protect the Blood Orchid Holy Land until my death."
"With my token, the two snake kings will cooperate with you. You can also choose one of the snakes as your witchcraft partner." Chen Ang said calmly: "The most important thing about witchcraft medicine is the natal blood parasite. You must be careful to protect it and don't let it appear outside your body. The blood parasite absorbs blood orchids and toxins, parasitizes in your heart, controls and purifies your blood, and prolongs your life."
"You can use the blood parasite to control and command poisonous insects, avoid and scare off wild beasts in the jungle. Even if you are seriously injured, you can heal your wounds by summoning poison. As long as the blood parasite is alive, you will not die."
The blood-red poison frog jumped into Chen Ang's palm at some point, its golden eyes staring straight at Shamanlang. It leaped into the blue solution, and the blood threads of the blood orchid seemed to have life, quickly shrinking around it into a small ball. Chen Ang picked up the gelatinous ball from the solution and handed it to Shamanlang.
Looking at the tree frog suspended in the blood-red sphere, Shamanlang gritted his teeth and swallowed it.
His face began to turn strangely red, and he became drowsy. Chen Ang waved his hand and pulled him out of the laboratory. Such an important experimental subject must not be allowed to cause any trouble. Shamanlang stumbled to the deck, his eyes rolled up, and his whole body twitched.
"Help!" Two black figures in the distance saw the boat and ran towards this side excitedly. Behind them, there was a white woman who was supported by someone to walk towards this side. A monkey jumped onto the boat first and saw Chen Ang. It cleverly crawled in front of him and bowed to him.
"Ha! You little clever one." Chen Ang smiled and touched its head, allowing it to climb onto his shoulder.
The two men who were in the lead got on the boat in a panic and said to Chen Ang, "Go over and help me. My companion can't walk anymore."
Chen Ang glanced at them coldly, and feeling a familiar breath behind him, he sneered. From beginning to end, the white man only talked about how difficult it was for his companions to walk, but did not mention a word why he did not dare to support his companions himself.
The man next to him hesitated a little, but he reacted quickly and asked Chen Ang for help. He saw Shamanlang twitching in pain, and quickly took out an injection from his waist bag and said, "Your companion seems to have been poisoned by a snake. I have a universal serum here. You go down to save them and I will inject him."
These American explorers never seemed to consider the dangers posed to others, or that they saw no reason why others should not sacrifice their lives for them, as if they themselves had brought “civilization” to this land.
Seeing Chen Ang's unmoved look, they turned around and saw a water line on the river approaching the boat quickly. One of them said angrily, "Ignore them, start the boat, quickly!"
Seeing Chen Ang standing there with a smile, the man took out a gun and pointed it at Chen Ang's forehead, saying coldly: "Give me the key, or I will shoot you!" The man next to him shouted: "No need for the key, the captain's room can be started directly."
"Why don't you go and save your companions?" the man was surprised to find that Chen Ang asked him in fluent English.
"Haha! Shit, I thought you couldn't speak English!" The man felt the vibration of the deck under his feet and said excitedly, with a cruel light in his eyes, "Now, I'll count to three, either you jump down, or I'll shoot a bullet into your brain."
He pointed to the water with a proud look in his eyes, a ferocious light flashing, and laughed loudly: "Now we have someone to fill the stomach of that beast!"
"Wait, Ben seems to be shouting something to us!" said another person, pointing to the shore.
On the river bank, the white man who was supporting the woman and the locals shouted excitedly to the boat. The locals waved their hands at them, and a faint voice could be heard: "Dadar, Hu Kexi! Dadar, Hu Kexi!"
"What does this mean?" the man asked in surprise. The other man replied, "It seems like they want us to go back and pick him up!"
"No!" Shamanlang, who was trembling all over, showed a strange smile and said while enduring the pain: "Dadal is the spirit of all things, and Hu Kexi is the forgiveness of nature."
"What does this mean?" the man asked with interest, taking a step forward, trying to force Chen Ang back into the river.
"Wizard, spare my life!" Shamanlang laughed, "He is shouting, Wizard, spare my life!"
"You..." The man was about to say something when a huge shadow suddenly jumped up, and a giant snake with a blood-red crown bit his upper body. With a "crack", the sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out.
On the distant river bank, the locals knelt on the ground excitedly, pressing their heads tightly.
On the deck, another man looked at the giant snake in disbelief. The devil-like giant snake just docilely crawled at Chen Ang's feet and lifted him up high...
