I survive in the weird Liaozhai

After hearing what the Taoist priest said, Xu Chongxiao moved instantly and rushed towards the cave at high speed.

Wang Jie raised his head and looked at Gu Nian'an. After a moment of stunned silence, he followed Xu Chongxiao into the cave.

After the two of them entered the cave, Gu Nian'an looked up at the clear blue sky, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Why is it so hard for everyone along the way?

He is like this, Song Ruyue is like this, and even Xu Chongxiao is like this. Will this fucked up world ever get better?

"what!"

Suddenly a dull and hoarse roar came from the cave.

After a moment, a figure holding a broken blade rushed out of the cave. His eyes were dark and he looked like a madman. Without stopping, he ran into the woods in front of him and disappeared.

Looking at the gradually disappearing figure, Gu Nian'an just frowned slightly and no longer paid too much attention to it. He didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs. Unfortunately, there were too many people for him to take care of.

Besides, Xu Chongxiao’s current condition is not suitable for further intervention.

After a short nap, Wang Jie walked out of the cave with a pale face and trembling.

After walking out of the cave, he lay on the ground and vomited continuously.

He was a descendant of a large family and had seen dead people before, but he had never imagined so many corpses, so many corpses with such tragic deaths.

He kept lying on the ground vomiting until his stomach began to cramp and he could no longer vomit anything. Only then did Wang Jie's dizzy pupils slowly begin to focus.

Gu Nian'an just stood there silently and watched quietly. This should be the normal reaction of a normal person when seeing the scene in the cave.

I feel scared and a little confused.

What about him? Am I still a normal person?

Gu Nian'an collected his thoughts and walked slowly into the woods. There were still many things to arrange today. If everything went well, everything would be over tonight.

An hour later, Gu Nian'an came to the gate of Anyang County again, but when he just arrived at the city gate.

A somewhat old figure quickly pushed through the crowd and rushed to him, then knelt down in front of him with a plop.

Kneeling and speaking quickly and anxiously

"Master, help me, please save my nephew. He is the only descendant of our Yan family. Please save that child."

Looking at the figure kneeling in front of him and kowtowing continuously, Gu Nian'an was stunned for a moment before he realized that this was the old gatekeeper from a few days ago.

So the unlucky guy who was attacked by the ghost baby last night was the gatekeeper boy who was causing trouble for him?

Looking at the crowd that gradually gathered around to watch the fun, Gu Nian'an frowned helplessly.

So he squatted down to stop the old soldier who wanted to continue to kowtow and pray, and whispered in his ear:

"There are so many people here that it's hard to communicate. If you want to save your nephew, you can lead the way. I'll go and take a look at the situation first."

He was still somewhat interested in the condition after being injured by the ghost baby.

After all, there is a possibility that they will have to fight that ghost thing again tonight. He thinks it is necessary to check the condition of the goalkeeper and try to treat him.

Upon hearing this, the old gatekeeper quickly got up from the ground, pushed aside the crowd that was about to surround them, and hurriedly led the way, not daring to delay for even a moment.

Led by the old gatekeeper, the two men walked quickly towards the east of the city for half an hour, and then a small courtyard with three rooms appeared in front of them.

They came all the way to the inner courtyard of the small courtyard, and the old gatekeeper took Gu Nian'an into the wing room of the main courtyard.

But as soon as he entered the door, Gu Nian'an smelled a pungent stench that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The sound of the door opening startled the old woman who was silently crying beside the bed. Seeing that the person coming was the gatekeeper, the woman quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and walked quickly to the gatekeeper. Her voice was a little choked with sobs.

"Uncle, have you found a way to save Xiao Yi? He won't last much longer."

Hearing this, the gatekeeper quickly turned sideways to let the person behind him pass and introduced

"Sister-in-law, this Taoist priest is the expert I found for Xiao Yi. Let him take a look at Xiao Yi's condition first."

After hearing what the old soldier said, the old woman turned her gaze to Gu Nian'an. Looking at his overly young face and the ribbon covering his eyes, her eyes became a little surprised, and filled with strong worry.

Doctor Xue, a famous doctor in the city, had come to treat the patient early in the morning.

But he had no way to cure Xiao Yi's injuries. Could this young man with eye disease really cure Xiao Yi?

But now that it has come to this, I have no choice but to give it a try.

Besides, he believed that his second uncle would not joke about Xiaoyi's life. After all, Xiaoyi was the only child of their Yan family.

After figuring out the situation, the old woman immediately knelt down and begged Gu Nian'an, "Master, please save Xiao Yi. As long as you can save Xiao Yi's life, I am willing to give all my belongings to you."

The old woman knelt on the ground, kowtowed and spoke.

The old gatekeeper standing by also lowered his head silently, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Gu Nian'an felt helpless. He felt that if someone old enough to be his mother kowtowed to him, it would shorten his lifespan.

So Gu Nian'an strode forward and helped the old woman up, "Auntie, there is no need to do this. I came here to save people. Let me take a look at the situation first."

After comforting the old woman, Gu Nian'an went straight to the bed. He was speechless for a moment when he saw the young man lying on the bed with a dark blue body and a foul smell.

From a professional doctor's perspective, there is no need to take the pulse, as the person in bed actually does not need treatment.

The poison has entered the lungs and no medicine can cure it. Instead of spending money on treatment, it would be more appropriate to arrange for the funeral.

Gu Nian'an patiently placed three fingers close to the young man's pulse on the bed and felt it carefully for a moment.

The pulse was barely perceptible and intermittent.

Slowly lifting the quilt and looking at the small black wound exposed on the young man's chest, Gu Nian'an's face suddenly changed slightly.

Is the ghost baby's poison so strong? It's just a minor scratch, and it took only a few hours to cause such consequences. It's really shocking.

Look at the young man's dark wound, and then look at his weakly rising and falling chest.

Gu Nian was at a loss for words, but when he turned around and looked at the old woman behind him with tears in her eyes and a pleading look on her face.

"Ugh!"

He sighed helplessly and thought, forget it, just give it a try.

Gu Nian'an took off the silk scarf from his eyes, then slightly mobilized the thunder in his body, and instantly, strands of light blue electric arcs danced on his palms.

Gently placing his palm on the young man's wound, he squinted his eyes and looked closely.

When his palm wrapped in electric arcs touched the wound, wisps of gray-black smoke overflowed from the young man's wound.

Seeing this, Gu Nian'an's eyes lit up slightly. The method was feasible, so he tried his best to suppress the output of Thunder. After a while, he withdrew his hand helplessly.

It’s not that the method doesn’t work, but…

He looked at the young man who was shaking on the bed, and then at the charred palm print on his chest.

If I continued, I don’t know if the guy on the bed would be poisoned to death, but I would probably electrocute him to death prematurely.