Chapter 81 Drake
On the bank of Hudson River, in a cold and damp cave, there were snakes and scorpionseverywhere.
A haggard old man sat in it, with a gray and white python wrapped around his body. Its head was on the old man’s shoulder, and it was swallowing scarlet letter.
The old man closed his eyes.
“Ew!”
Suddenly, the old man spat blood and his face was full of ferocity.
“Who killed my colorful centipede?”
Three pale men rushed in, knelt on the ground and asked in fear, “Master, what’s wrong with you?”
“Your younger martial brother Jim is dead!”
“Jim is dead?”
All three were in a flash.
The withered old man nodded and said, “I lost contact with the colorful centipede. It was finally in New York, a city in the State of New York. You should go and capture the man who killed Jim alive. I
will tear him up and feed him to the python.”
“Yes!”
After the three pale men left, the haggard old man’s eyes suddenly darkened, and his strange eyes
were no different from those of the python on his shoulder.
“Damn it! How dare you kill the colorful centipede that I cultivated meticulously? When I catch you, I will skin you and cramp you!”
Drake roared.
He didn’t care whether Jim was alive or not at all. He only cared about the colorful centipede.
If it was not for the critical period of breakthrough, the old man would definitely go New York immediately and eat the man alive.
Now, the arrogant colorful centipede had been grinded into powder by John and put into medicine
in batches.
Centipede powder, which could relieve spasm, detoxify and disperse knots, was a very important medicinal material.
The colorful centipede powder was powerful and rare.
John used less than one tenth of the centipede powder to save Alice.
Tracy came with the decoction and said, “Come on, darling. Take the medicine.”
Alice glared at her, “Tracy! I am so weak, and you just make fun of me.”
“Well, I won’t any more.”
Tracy was hardly naughty. While feeding Alice, she said, “I can’t understand why you was bitten by
a centipede like this. Was it a centipede demon?”
John stood aside, laughing.
Tracy was right. That was a centipede demon.
At that time, when John was grinding the centipede into powder, his sisters were not there. Otherwise, if Tracy saw such a big centipede, she would not have said that.
Alice was also tacit and didn’t tell them the truth.
After feeding Alice, Tracy sighed again, “I don’t know what’s going on recently. There are so many bad things. First, Russell Family blackened Queenie and John, and then you were bitten by a
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