The King of Special Warfare

Rows of medicine cabinets.

Neatly arranged, biological specimens soaked in liquid.

All kinds of highly poisonous creatures kept in glass windows.

Cultivated flowers of oddly shaped plants.

High-end test bench.

Dense experimental equipment.

Eerie, cold, depressing, dark.

This is the third underground floor of the East Palace Castle.

Poison doctor Yu Donglai's territory.

Everything is still the same.

Except for the more advanced equipment and more specimens, there is almost no difference. It looks like the original laboratory that belonged to Yu Donglai more than 20 years ago.

Li Kuangtu looked around with some nostalgia, full of interest.

He was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the laboratory, with a large amount of useful and useless data recorded by Yu Donglai on the desk in front of him.

"It's almost the same as back then."

Li Kuangtu chuckled softly: "Uncle Yu, I still remember the first time I entered your laboratory when I was thirteen years old. I rushed in with a smile and ran out crying. You were the one who ran out with me." As for me, I just rushed out and just cried, and you were almost paralyzed there, if the security guards in the laboratory hadn't rushed in quickly to take care of the aftermath, you probably wouldn't even rush in your own laboratory, would you?"

"Do you have the face to say this? If it weren't for you, little bastard, you were so cheap at the time, I wouldn't have left any psychological shadow."

Yu Donglai scolded with a smile, shook his head, and sighed: "From then on, when I saw that thing, I was not afraid, but my whole body was weak, not in reality, or even on TV, or seeing pictures, seeing those things. Toys, I feel like my scalp is numb and I can’t walk in cold sweat. Now I watch TV alone, and occasionally I will tremble when I see that kind of scene, and my heart can’t bear it.”

He picked up a large water glass, took half a cup of boiling hot water from the water dispenser and let it dry, then opened several medicine cabinets, took out some herbs with unusual smells, crushed them, and deliberated about them. In the midst of his busy schedule, he seemingly casually asked, "What about you?"

"I'm not having a good time either."

Kuangtu Li smiled wryly: "On weekdays, I'm even more serious than you.

After waking up, I dare not sleep again. Even if I close my eyes and think of those things, I have to hypnotize myself and forget them quickly. The psychological shadow, as if no one has it. For me, this thing is almost a fatal weakness. "

After a pause, he continued: "But it's okay, nephew, I have made some achievements in the spiritual field. After the martial arts are abolished, it can be regarded as another way, but my spiritual power is different from that of the Sanctuary. It can be regarded as another aspect of the use of swordsmanship." , fierce and fierce, it is difficult to moisten things quietly, but it is not a problem to hypnotize yourself, so this aspect can be overcome with difficulty."

"That's good."

With his head down, Yu Donglai continued to tinker with various crushed medicinal powders, and said with a chuckle, "So, I'm really not a qualified poison doctor."

He shook his head, as if he wanted to shake some pictures deep in his memory out of his mind.

That year, thirteen-year-old Li Kuangtu entered his laboratory for the first time and observed various living specimens in his laboratory with great interest, but was frightened by a poisonous snake kept in the window. He accidentally knocked over the window, and Li Kuangtu ran out of the laboratory crying in fright, but he didn't expect that Yu Donglai, who is known as a poison doctor, would turn pale with fright and even stand a little unsteadily.

Yu Donglai is afraid of snakes.

This is a secret that few people know.

It was also because he was afraid, and in order to prevent interested people from seeing it, that's why he kept that thing in his laboratory, but he didn't even touch it on weekdays.

Those who play drugs, afraid of this stuff, are simply a joke.

But Yu Donglai was really scared.

This kind of fear can even be said to be a mental illness. It is not the fear or disgust of ordinary people who simply don't like it, but a kind of fear that makes the whole body stiff and pale, scalp numb, and blood flow back after seeing it.

Overwhelming all sane fear.

Except for this thing, Yu Donglai has never been afraid of anything in his life.

And the farce that time also left a deep psychological shadow on Kuangtu Li. Over the years, no matter where, no matter when, as long as he saw it, he would completely smash it with sword energy without hesitation.

Also after that time, Yu Donglai simply stopped pretending and never raised that thing again. Even if he needed to study it, he would send people to extract the toxin.

"This is not a weakness. In terms of poison, looking at the entire dark world, Uncle Yu can be said to be at the level of a patriarch."

Kuangtu Li smiled.

Yu Donglai shook his head, and poured all kinds of medicinal powders he had made into the water cup together. The hot water that was only half a cup suddenly lost all heat, and the white water in the cup turned into a strange, miserable green color. Bubbles.

Yu Donglai picked up the cup and put it in front of Kuangtu Li, saying, "Drink it."

Li Kuangtu looked at the cup of green liquid, and watched it become more and more viscous, frowned slightly, and did not speak.

"Do you not trust my craftsmanship? Or do you not trust me?"

Yu Donglai picked up some powder residues and asked without looking back.

"no."

Li Kuangtu shook his head: "It's still the same sentence I said many times back then, this thing looks so fucking disgusting, Uncle Yu, you are not particular."

"Stop talking nonsense, I really want to be particular. It's okay to make you a glass of colorful cocktail-like things, but are you healing or enjoying it? Don't drink it if you feel sick. Don't get hurt if you have the ability. Be Laozi Willing to serve you."

Exactly the same counting as back then.

Exactly the same accent as back then.

Li Kuangtu's eyes froze for a moment.

When the Li family was still at its peak, he was young and energetic, making rapid progress in martial arts, but he was still often injured, fighting with others, fighting with his own people, tempering, and fighting. Every time he was injured, he rarely went to the hospital. Go to Yu Donglai directly.

Yu Donglai is known as a poison doctor, he is the patriarch who plays poison, and he can also be regarded as the patriarch who heals his wounds. Every time Yu Donglai will get him a cup of green things that look disgusting to heal his wounds, the appearance is extremely ugly, But the effect really works.

And every time Li Kuangzhang resisted a little.

Yu Donglai kept forcing him to drink it, even threatening to pour the green stuff on his head.

Li Kuangtu smiled wryly, shook his head, picked up the cup, and drank the green liquid in front of him in one gulp.

Yu Donglai looked at him silently, and when he finished drinking, he suddenly asked: "Madman, tell the truth, did you come down this time to see Rushi, or to find me, an old man?"