Reincarnation, your moral integrity is gone

This is a poisonous fungus that can cause hallucinations if consumed. If it is not treated for a long time, the muscles will eventually fall off and the person will die, which is exactly the same as the symptoms these people are experiencing.

But this is the world of reincarnation...

I’m not sure if that’s the reason.”

"So it's a disease..."

"I thought there really was a ghost..."

After knowing the truth, Chen Xi and Shen Jufeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"No! There really is a ghost here..."

Orange suddenly raised his hand and whispered, "When I got off the car... I saw it. The white thing was under the car..."

"Judging from their clothes, those dancing are all poor people. If they are ghosts, the dead one should be Huang Tianlin." Li Tianxiu shook his head.

"But the driver also saw it! Didn't you guys notice it? That thing told us to leave, otherwise it would kill us..." Orange said with lingering fear.

"Then why didn't you say it before?" the beast said dissatisfiedly.

"The gunmen came, and I couldn't get a word in afterwards..."

"It's not too late to talk about it now. Huang Tianlin and the others mentioned that Guanghan Tower is an important place. There might be ghosts in it. Don't take it lightly." Old Gong tried to smooth things over.

"But why can't we see it? Have you changed your eyes to have yin-yang eyes?" Chen Xi wondered.

"No, as for my eyes, I was..." Chengzi glanced at Li Tianxiu.

"..."

Chen Xi also glanced at him.

Could it be that the reason Orange can see ghosts is because he has chili oil in his eyes?

"Assign the tasks."

Li Tianxiu thought for a while and looked at Zhao Miaomiao: "Can you make a drug that can cure ergot?"

"I used to write prescriptions and ask patients to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine. I couldn't make the medicine myself..." Zhao Miaomiao shook his head.

"Then let me summarize."

Li Tianxiu summarized the opinions of others and analyzed: "At present, it seems that this world can be divided into three lines: how to solve the main line's disease, whether there is a ghost in Guanghan Tower, and how to deal with the difficulties of the Huang family.

The third problem is not something we can control for the time being. They will keep causing trouble for us like a group of rats, so we must make good use of our time.

Zhao Miaomiao, Chen Xi and I went to investigate the problem of chorea.

Old Gong, the four of you go investigate what happened in Guanghan Tower. If there really is an extraordinary power, don’t act rashly to avoid unnecessary casualties.”

"Ok."

The common crisis brought the reincarnations together and also served as a recognition of Li Tianxiu as a leader.

……

In the magnificent Huang Mansion, Hu Shuo was reporting the situation with a serious face.

"Master, Huang Er was dragged to the street by the county magistrate and beaten with a stick in public. He will be beheaded on a certain day."

"Behead?"

Huang Tianlin was leisurely leaning in the arms of a beautiful woman, drinking tea with a playful smile.

"Beheading people in this day and age is a clear irony that you are the remnant of the previous dynasty (chao) and are causing trouble for the present dynasty (zhao)!" Hu Shuo analyzed seriously.

"puff!"

Huang Tianlin spat a mouthful of tea on Hu Shuo's face and put down the tea bowl with an unhappy look on his face.

"Master, we can't just watch Huang Er being executed, can we?" Huang Da asked anxiously.

Although the seven brothers are not biological children, they have become as close as real brothers over the years and could not bear to see him die tragically.

"Don't be anxious. Didn't the county magistrate say he wanted to catch ghosts? Then find a few more ghosts for him to catch." Huang Tianlin said casually.

"Looking for a ghost..."

Hu Shuo thought for a long time before he understood what it meant. His eyes sparkled, "Oh, oh, oh! Master, you are so smart! I'll do it right away!"

There are some things that are inconvenient for humans to do, but ghosts can.

Chapter 32 There’s a ghost!

The sky over Goose City was filled with clouds and mist, and it looked as if black rain was about to fall.

Zhang Zixiao was carrying a small piece of pork and rushing home anxiously.

He was a resident of an ordinary small town. He studied for a few years in his early years, inherited his father's mantle, and returned to the town to become a doctor.

Doctors these days can be considered a high-level profession.

Even if they only opened a small clinic, the Zhang family could be considered wealthy.

But the good times did not last long. Zhang Zixiao became addicted to gambling and his family's financial situation plummeted.

His father became ill due to anger on the spot. His poor medical skills could not support the entire clinic, so he could only rely on his mother's farming to make a living.

To make matters worse, Zhang Zixiao's mother contracted chorea and was beaten to death by Huang Er.

When he went to claim the body today, he received burial money from the county chief.

So he went out of his way to buy a small piece of pork, intending to take it home and give it to his seriously ill father to poison him.

"Dad, I'm back."

Pushing open the moldy old wooden door, Zhang Zixiao glanced at his father's bedroom guiltily.

"You're back... Did you find your mother?"

Zhang Zhiwu stood up, holding onto the window sill and poked his head out tremblingly.

The room was full of dust, with chairs and rags thrown randomly on the floor. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned for some time.

"No... not yet, don't move, I'll go make you something to eat."

After confirming that he was still as weak as usual, Zhang Zixiao walked into the kitchen.

In order to pay off gambling debts, everything that could be sold at home was sold, leaving only a pot and a clay pot in the kitchen.

The only valuable thing left in their family was the land where the clinic was located.

However, the deed to the clinic was hidden by Zhang Zhiwu, and he could not find it. After killing Zhang Zhiwu, he could not only inherit the clinic reasonably, but also have one less mouth to feed at home, which could be said to be killing two birds with one stone.

"call……"

After taking a long breath, Zhang Zixiao put the wheat that had turned a little black into a pot to heat it up, then he lit a pot and started stir-frying the pork.

Hot steam quickly rose, carrying with it a faint aroma of meat and a slight burnt smell.

Zhang Zixiao quickly added some water and salt, and then prepared to put arsenic in it.

At this moment, a face with sunken eye sockets and no blood suddenly appeared behind him. The mouth full of rotten teeth was less than five centimeters away from his neck, as if it would bite him at any time!

"Ghost!!!"

Zhang Zixiao was so frightened that he jumped up and threw the paper bag containing arsenic in without even opening it.

Turning around, he saw Zhang Zhiwu smelling a burnt smell and wanting to go into the kitchen to help.

"Son, can you do that?"

"Go away, go away!"

Zhang Zixiao's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He quickly put down the spatula, turned around and pushed him out: "You don't even have the strength to hold the spatula, so don't make trouble. Go wash the dishes, I'll be there soon."

"Yes, it's poisonous..." Zhang Zhiwu said with difficulty.

"What's poisonous?!"

Zhang Zixiao's heart was pounding.

Could it be that he was discovered?

"Meat...if you burn it, it will go bad and become poisonous..." Zhang Zhiwu warned.

"I know, I know. Wait for me outside."

Zhang Zixiao felt relieved. After pushing him out, he ran back in a hurry. The paper bag was almost melted.

"Damn it!"

He couldn't help but curse under his breath, and clumsily picked up the shredded paper, then added half a spoonful of salt to cover up the smell.

The process was not smooth, but after all, it was a soup, so it was still okay.

When I returned to the room, Zhang Zhiwu was staring at the table with a dazed look on his face, as if he had fallen asleep.

Zhang Zixiao pursed his lips, took two seconds to adjust his expression, pretended nothing had happened, and walked into the house with the soup.

"Haha, ahahahahahaha, the broth is here."

The steaming soup was placed on the table. He picked up his father's bowl and filled it up.

"You don't want soup?"

Zhang Zhiwu slowly raised his head and asked in a tired tone.

"This is for you, you eat first, you eat first."

Zhang Zixiao smiled awkwardly, put the bowl of rice on the table without moving, and kept his eyes on Zhang Zhiwu's hand.

"This... there's so much meat..."

Zhang Zhiwu was surprised to find three pieces of meat when he scooped it up with a spoon.

Their family hasn't eaten meat for half a month, and the last time they ate meat, it was just a few small pieces of meat.

How much does so much meat cost?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwu felt reluctant, so he took out all the meat and put it all into Zhang Zixiao's bowl.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Zhang Zixiao became nervous.

"I'm old, and it's a waste to eat meat. I'll give it to you." Zhang Zhiwu shook his head.

"This...this won't do. I bought it specially for you, how can I eat it?" Zhang Zixiao said with a strong smile.

This thing is not good to eat, it can kill people.

"I'll just have the soup..."

Zhang Zhiwu smiled, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, feeling very relieved.

He blew gently on the soup in the bowl, took a sip, but his expression soon changed.

"Pah, it's so unpalatable..."

Zhang Zhiwu frowned and spat out the soup in his mouth.

"I really……"

Seeing him drink it, Zhang Zixiao just breathed a sigh of relief.

This vomiting made him completely anxious, and he slammed the table and said, "I worked so hard to make this? And you just vomited it up like that. Do you know how expensive this meat is?"

"Ah... yes, it's the broth... but this strange smell... I'm actually so sick... Is there something wrong with my sense of taste..."

Zhang Zhiwu breathed deeply, his eyes suddenly became cloudy, he picked up the bowl of soup with trembling hands and forced himself to drink it.

"Slow down, Dad."

Seeing Zhang Zhiwu eating in pain, Zhang Zixiao suddenly felt a little sorry for him and stepped forward to gently stroke his back to prevent him from choking.

After all, he is his father. Letting him have a good meal before he dies can be considered filial piety.

“It tastes so bad…”

Although he had finished the bowl of soup, Zhang Zhiwu still found it difficult to accept the taste.

"Next time, next time it will be delicious, eat meat."

Zhang Zixiao picked up the meat again and tried to comfort him.

Zhang Zhiwu couldn't refuse and ate the meat. Not long after, he felt unbearable abdominal pain.