Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

There was a strong earthy smell all around.Yesterday's heavy rain caused landslides and roads were washed away.In the large amount of soil and sand flowing down the slope, there are fallen trees with their roots exposed and huge boulders that cannot be moved by manpower.

"It seems that you can't go out this way." Mr. Baohe carefully climbed onto a protruding boulder, observed the terrain and said, "It's completely blocked."

"Then what should we do?" Liu Zian looked a little flustered, he didn't want to be trapped in such a weird village.

Aning poked his head out from Dr. Cao's arms, yelled twice, and flew away with flapping wings.

"A-Ning said that she would look around to see if there is another way out." Dr. Cao said, looking at the direction where A-Ning was flying.

In order to prevent Aning from being unable to find them for a while, the three decided to take a rest in place and wait for Aning's reply.

"Speaking of why Aning has been looking for me, is there any relationship between us?" Since waiting was too boring, Mr. Baohe started the conversation.

"The relationship between Aning and Mister is probably the same as the relationship between Zian and you." Doctor Cao didn't want to say more, but after thinking about it, it might improve the relationship between Aning and Mr. Baohe, so he opened his mouth Said, "It's just that Aning doesn't have the title of apprentice."

Mr. Baohe thought about it carefully, but he still couldn't find the person named Aning in his memory, so he asked again: "When did this happen?"

"Probably... more than 4000 years ago?" Doctor Cao paused, uncertain, "It's been too long, and I can't remember clearly."

"More than 4000 years ago..." If Doctor Cao hadn't said these words in a serious manner, Mr. Baohe must have felt that the other party was playing tricks on him.

Dr. Cao saw that Mr. Baohe looked a little surprised, so he explained: "Ah Ning is a Danghu clan, you should already know it. The Danghu clan is not counted according to their age, but depends on whether they have passed the 'examination' '. You have also seen that although Aning is not young, she can't even do the transformation between the body and the human body, so she has always looked like a little girl."

To be honest, it was really embarrassing for Dr. Cao to say such a long paragraph, but Mr. Baohe was still confused.

"Let's not mention Aning, even I am not four thousand years old." Mr. Baohe shook his head and smiled.

"Mister is more than four thousand years old, but you forgot." Seeing Mr. Baohe's disbelief, Dr. Cao frowned and said seriously.

"Why, is it possible that you are still as old as when Pangu created the world?" Mr. Baohe joked.

It was just a joke, but Dr. Cao took it seriously and nodded: "Almost."

Mr. Baohe was dumbfounded, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to change the topic back to Aning: "Then do you know why Aning walked with me in the first place?"

Doctor Cao nodded, and began to talk about Aning's past: "The Danghu clan was born with emerald feathers, but Aning is covered in snow and white. From a certain point of view, he is a different kind."

"Generally speaking, the day that is too special is always difficult." After all, Aning is also a poor child, Mr. Baohe sighed inwardly.

"That's right. Besides, under normal circumstances, Dang Hu will reach adulthood at 150 years old, and at the latest he will not be [-] years old. Ah Ning practiced very hard, but he is almost [-] years old, and he has not yet felt the slightest bit of spiritual power."

"Did something go wrong with your practice?" Liu Zian interjected.He felt that if he didn't try to divert his attention, he would be driven crazy by the omnipresent gaze.

Dr. Cao shook his head and said, "Actually, Ah Ning is very talented. Being a Hu clan's secret method, the eye of the sky, is very labor-intensive. It takes a long time for someone else to use it once. Today, Aning has never closed the sky eye since he opened it. He is still alive and kicking all day long, and there is no sign of spiritual exhaustion."

"That's strange." Mr. Baohe laughed, "It stands to reason that Aning should be very powerful."

"Ah Ning also found it strange, so he left the secret realm alone and went outside to find a solution." Doctor Cao said.

"I met Mr. later." Liu Zian felt as if he knew what happened next.

Dr. Cao smiled, and said: "Indeed, but to be precise, the time when Aning met Mr. was a bit later..." Just as he was about to continue speaking, there were a few birdsong in the air, and Aning came back.Doctor Cao stopped talking, and reached out to catch Aning.

Aning nestled in Doctor Cao's arms for a moment, shook her head, and yelled a few times.

"What did she say?" Seeing Aning shaking his head, Liu Zian hurriedly asked in a panic.

"Let's go back to the village first." Doctor Cao frowned.

"Is there really no other way out..." Mr. Baohe glanced at Liu Zian worriedly, and sure enough, he saw a sudden change in his face.

"It's impossible not to get out! Sir, if you take us around again, maybe we can get out?" Liu Zian had a flash of inspiration and thought of Mr. Baohe's stray syndrome, which was his last straw.

"This..." Mr. Baohe hesitated.

"It's going to rain heavily." Dr. Cao looked at the dark clouds. If he guessed correctly, the rain should be serious, maybe even bigger than yesterday's rain.

"Let's go back first, if it rains really hard, we can't leave, can't we?" After much hesitation, Mr. Baohe decided to go back to the village to shelter from the rain before making other plans.

Although Liu Zian was really reluctant to return to that fishing village, there was only one way out of the village, so there was nothing he could do.

On the way back to the village, it rained heavily, and the three of them were freezing cold.So he put Aning into the bag again, and followed the exact same route as yesterday to the seaside.At the end of the beach, there is a cliff with jagged rocks and cross-stacked rocks.The waves beat against the cliffs, stirring up white foam.

"Look, there's a fish stuck there." Mr. Baohe pointed in that direction.

The violent sea tide rushed over five or six fish, smashing their doors into the cracks in the rocks, unable to escape.The seawater kept flowing in and out between the rocks, but with the size of the fish, it was stuck so tight that it couldn't move.Every fish is struggling with all its strength, and all of them have human faces. Because they have not been dried by the sun, the skin on their faces is still smooth, and their age and gender can even be distinguished.Their eyes were wide open, as if their eyeballs were about to fall out; their mouths were flapping, panting in pain, as if they wanted to climb over the reef and swim back to the sea.

There was a face that still looked like a child, with tears streaming down his face, twisting his body desperately, bouncing up and down again and again, the skin and flesh were scratched by the punctured rock surface, and the blood flowed profusely.There was another one with a woman's face, pleading eyes, covered in blood, and kept trying to get over the reef.Listening carefully, you can faintly hear the whistling of fish amidst the sound of waves' spray.Inarticulate moans of pain burst from the depths of their open mouths.Liu Zian had never heard of a fish that could make a sound.What I saw at this moment seemed to be a scene of hell.In hell, throwing people into a boiling cauldron and boiling them alive is probably like this.

Thinking of this, Liu Zian felt very sympathetic to these fish, feeling that they were simply too miserable.

"Zian, what are you thinking, it's time to go." Mr. Baohe shouted to Liu Zian.

Liu Zian regained his composure and shook his head vigorously, trying to shake his imagination about hell out of his mind.

"Here we come," he replied.

Soon, the three of them returned to the fishing village along the road they had walked before. They told the village head that the mudslide had destroyed the mountain road and made it impossible to pass.In the next few days, I was unable to leave the village, but it was because both Liu Zian and Mr. Baohe were infected with wind evil.It's all to blame for the cold in the rain, which froze the body.The two of them were so sick that they couldn't even get out of bed, so they could only lie under the covers, looking at the faces in the wood grain of the patio, doing nothing.

"This place can be written in the "Book of Journeys". The mysterious fishing village full of faces is very attractive at first glance." Mr. Baohe counted the faces on the patio and said with a smile.

"Yes." Liu Zian responded vaguely.

Although both of them were equally ill, and Liu Zian looked younger and stronger than Mr. Baohe, but for some reason, Mr. Baohe seemed to be in better spirits.

"Boom, boom, boom" someone knocked on the door outside.

"Who is it?" Mr. Baohe asked.

"It's me." The visitor spoke with a strong local accent.

"It's Madam, please come in quickly." Mr. Baohe replied across the door.

The door was pushed open with a "squeak", and a village woman dressed in local clothes walked into the house.

"You seem to be in good spirits today." The aunt said, "Our place is poor and remote. It's a pity that you are such a good doctor."

During this time, Mr. Baohe and the others were sick, so Dr. Cao took a walk in the village when he was bored, taking care of minor illnesses and disasters for the villagers.Although it is a little effort, it has also earned a good reputation among the villagers.In order for Dr. Cao to see a doctor in the village with peace of mind, the villagers spontaneously took care of the two people who were still sick, cooked for them, and cleaned up the house.

However, Liu Zian couldn't eat a single bite of the food prepared by the villagers.In this fishing village, most of what people eat comes from the sea, and there are very few rice and vegetables.That's all, after all, Liu Zian is not a very picky eater, the main problem is that there are human faces on every food here.Even the steamed rice grains, if you take a closer look, the white surface is uneven, and the shape looks like a human eye and nose.To be honest, some rice grains can even be seen with ear-shaped protrusions and hair-like hairs.As long as you see one grain of rice like this, you will feel that the whole bowl of rice is made up of tiny human heads.Vegetables, and shellfish picked up by the sea, as long as you look carefully, you can find a human face anywhere.Even the boiled taro looks like the head of a baby sleeping soundly with its eyes closed.

However, the most important thing is the way the villagers cook fish.Generally speaking, the villagers came with ready-made dishes, but one villager brought a lively fish that day and said that he would make fish soup for them.Mr. Baohe fell asleep that day and didn't see him, but Liu Zian was lying in bed, his eyes were still open even though he had a high fever and was confused.

The fish on the chopping board had the face of a woman in her 30s. When the kitchen knife touched her neck, her face was full of fear, and she struggled to escape.But the villager slapped the fish cruelly with a knife, and when it stopped moving, he quickly cut open the belly of the fish, took out the internal organs, and his fingertips were red with blood.The group of viscera was thrown into the trash can by the villagers, but the moment it passed by, Liu Zian saw something strange in it, and said to the man in fear: "I said, is that...?"