Shanhedu

This group of villagers was too close to them, and Ling Xiao couldn't help explaining, so he drove them out of the tavern with the tongs and hammers in his hand.

The threat of getting off the oil pan was still in his ears, and Tusheng angrily called out to Qingshui behind him.

"Fox, it's all because of your crow mouth!"

Qing Shui ignored him, just followed the crowd with his head down.

Ling Xiao was still worried that the little thing in his arms would pop out suddenly, and he put his palm on his chest.

Let the villagers around him see it, thinking that Ling Xiao was afraid of cooking for a while.

Unable to fight back with his hands free, and not wanting to hurt these villagers for no reason, Ling Xiao let them escort him to the entrance of the village.

The group of people arrived in front of the big oil pan with boiling hot oil at the entrance of the village, and Tu Sheng regretted it.

He should have listened to Ling Xiao's words just now, and once he left, he would not be in the same situation as he is now.

The huge frying pan in front of him could almost hold ten men taking a bath together, so he panicked and struggled to look at Ling Xiao.

"Brother, big brother, think of a way! We can't just be blown to pieces like this!"

Screaming like killing a pig, Qing Shui's eyes almost rolled into the sky.

Ling Xiao remained motionless, looking deeply at the old man standing in the middle of the front of the villagers.

"Old man, we just passed by Guicun, and we haven't touched a sip of water. Even if you really want to put us in this frying pan today, you must give us a reason."

The old man also wore a black veil on his face, and there seemed to be helplessness in his brows.

Before hearing his answer, another villager shouted: "Since you found our village for no reason, everyone has to be wary of you. Who knows if you are with the villain who wants to poison us?" Son."

Ling Xiao knew in his heart that these people forced them to go to the frying pan without saying a word, because they had been stimulated before.

It seems that the bones hanging on the wall are also used to scare outsiders.

Gao Leng glanced at these people in front of him, and said solemnly: "Everyone, I can swear on my life, we brothers, through this place, have no intention of hurting you in the slightest, please believe us, folks and elders.

In addition, if you have any difficulties, feel free to speak up, maybe a few of us can help you, and then you will naturally know whether we are here to harm you. "

After Ling Xiao finished speaking, the old man let out a long sigh, paused for a while, and raised his hand to take off the veil on his face.

Only then did Ling Xiao see that the old man's face covered by the veil was covered with red and swollen sores, and there was hardly a smooth piece of skin on his cheeks, like a muddy swamp covered by wild boars, extremely terrifying.

Qing Shui just glanced at the back, and almost vomited out in disgust.

Native and wealthy were dumbfounded.

The old man said in a hoarse voice, "You have all seen that the reason we are wary of outsiders is because some people entered the village before and poisoned us with some demonic method. After those people left, we There were sores on my face for no reason.

Not only that, after that, people came to visit us one after another and poisoned them under pretexts. After that, this strange disease has been circulating in Li Bai in the village.

We had to guard against it, so we threw the later foreigners into the frying pan and fried them one by one. Since then, nothing like this has happened in the village.

In order to protect everyone from harm, everyone hung the bones of those people on the wall at the entrance of the village, and built such a frying pan.

Hey, it's all suffering..."

The old man is the most prestigious among these villagers. Everyone listened to his voice, but they were still afraid of being hurt, so they questioned Ling Xiao vigilantly.

"You swear empty mouths, how can we trust you? The village chief, let's throw them into the frying pan to be safe.

The daughter of A Jian's family has only been born for two days, if she is infected with our strange disease again, how will the family live! .

The villagers were led to chime in again, "Yes, yes, village chief, don't trust them, let's just throw them into the frying pan!"

The Tusheng standing behind frowned and explained bitterly.

"We really didn't come to harm you, what are you trying to do? We really just happened to pass by!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao who was standing in front raised his hand to interrupt him, and Tu Sheng shut up.

Ling Xiao stood straight in front of the crowd, with firm eyes and awe-inspiring voice.

"Everything in this world is related to cause and effect. There will always be a cause of illness. I beg you to give us three days. Even if you can't cure your strange disease, I will try my best to help you find the cause."

After such words were spoken, the villagers of Baojian Village stopped.

He also made an agreement with them in front of the frying pan that within three days, Ling Xiao and his party must find out the cause of the disease. If not, the frying pan would still not allow them to leave Baojian Village.

Native-born impatient temper came up, and he wanted to twist his face to refute, but Fu Gui who was standing by the side responded with a voice.

The reckless man calmed down now, it seems that Ban Xianer has a solution.

A group of five of them were arranged in the courtyard of the old man's house.

Fugui, a half-hearted doctor, recruited villagers and studied the rotten sores on their faces and bodies for two days, but failed to find any results.

On the contrary, it was because of looking at the wound that kept leaking pus, I was so disgusted that I couldn't eat.

Tu Sheng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but Qing Shui had already thought about his way out, Fu Gui devoted himself to studying madness, and didn't feel angry.

Ling Xiao took care of the little things in his arms all the time, hoping that Jun He would quickly cultivate enough spiritual energy, and when he woke up at night, he had to check whether the little things around him had changed back.

With only the last day left in the three-day period, Fugui went out with a straw basket on his back to beat cock crows, and took Qingshui and his natives to the mountains outside the village to gather herbs.

I didn’t come back until sunset, and the whole day passed, and there was not a single grass in the straw basket behind me.

Followed by Tu Sheng and Ling Xiao, the two of them still quarreled while looking for medicinal materials, and in the end they wrestled into a ball and rolled together.

Ling Xiao sat in front of a low table and had just finished feeding Jun He in his palm.

Turning his head to see the three of them coming in with their heads downcast, he knew in his heart that the result was not as good as imagined.

Just as he was about to get details about his wealth, Qing Shui, who was standing behind, walked quickly to the low table next to Ling Xiao.

Pointing at Jun He who was on the table, he said in surprise, "Why did the little thing degenerate again?"

The expression on his face was extremely terrifying, Ling Xiao had never seen Qing Shui so flustered.

He then turned his head, and panic flashed across his face for a moment.

The little cute creature that was lying in the palm of its hand winking at him and waving its wings just now turned its head around and turned into a bluegrass planted in a flowerpot.

Tusheng, who was a few steps away from them, looked at the pot of "Junhe" on the table that looked like onion leaves, and squatted on the ground with his buttocks.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he remembered the big oil pan three days ago, and muttered with blank eyes.

"It's over, it's over."