"Miss Xiaocui, do you know if your village has any grudges with other villages?"
Now, if we want to find out the reason why this village was poisoned and killed, we can only start with Xiao Cui's soul.
Xiaocui cried for a long time. She heard the low cry of a female ghost at such a close distance. She didn't know whether it was Tao Ziming's misfortune or luck.
Fortunately, with Lu Yaoyao's comfort, she calmed down a lot.
Xiaocui looked up at Tao Ziming: "It's impossible, our village is very close to some major sects, but it belongs to Shizhou City.
It falls under the jurisdiction of Shizhou City and is naturally within the protection of Shizhou City.
Our village has always been isolated from the rest of the world, and there is nothing valuable in the village. Everyone makes a living by farming, and we don’t have any property worthy of others’ concern.
Over the years, although there are occasional merchants passing by in the village, everyone gets along well with each other and there has never been any enemy. "
Hearing Xiaocui say this made Tao Ziming even more confused. If there were no enemies, then why would others poison them?
It's a pity that Xiaocui has been away from home for three years. Even she doesn't know what happened in the village during these three years.
Just when several people were confused, Tao Ziming suddenly raised his eyebrows.
Because in the state of perception of the mind's eye, he discovered that in addition to Xiaocui, there was another ghost in the silent village.
He looks like an old man in his sixties, but he is in good condition.
This dead soul is very special. The reason why he is special is because this soul has been running towards the well and drifting away since it appeared.
After arriving at the well, he never left the well. He kept standing by the well and watched the situation in the well.
It seemed like there was something down there that he couldn't forget.
Once the soul has an obsession, it will become particularly stubborn.
They are willing to repeat and repeat day after day, year after year, in order to do one thing, and it will never end.
Tao Ziming suddenly remembered his previous speculation that the people in this village might have drank the water from the well, so they were poisoned to death at the same time.
Could it be that this dead soul is the murderer of this case?
With this doubt, Tao Ziming glanced at Li Wuyou and ran towards the well first.
Arriving at the center of the village, I saw the black ghost standing quietly at the edge of the well.
"Wake up, my child. Nine days, nine days to go, and you will be alive.
My dear child, you must live. "
Tao Ziming felt chills running down his back. At this moment, he felt that the ghostly voice sounded so scary.
Even though several people had already arrived beside him, the ghost figure was still staring at the well, as if he had not noticed their arrival at all.
"If I guess correctly, you should have put the poison in the well water."
Tao Ziming's words were not surprising, and he kept talking. As soon as he said it, several people were instantly frightened.
No one thought that the poison in the well might be caused by the dead soul in front of them.
If this is the case, then this dead soul is too terrifying.
More than sixty people were killed with poison in such a ruthless way.
It is conceivable that such a person will definitely be difficult to deal with even if he turns into a dead soul.
The black ghost figure slowly turned around, a pair of pupils emitting a faint green light, staring straight into Tao Ziming's eyes.
Even though Tao Ziming didn't open his eyes, he could still detect the complicated look in the ghost's eyes through his mind's eye.
"Yes, they were all killed by me, I deserve to die, no matter what fate I end up with, this is the retribution I deserve.
You must be disciples of the secret sect from Shizhou City.
The old man knew that his crime was so heinous that he could no longer live on, so he hanged himself.
I just didn’t expect that death is not the end of a person’s life.
Two young heroes, when we first met, I could feel the strong righteousness in your bodies.
The old man has killed so many people. Even if he is a ghost, I don’t think he is qualified.
But before he died, the old man had one unfulfilled wish.
Two young heroes, can you give me another nine days? After nine days, no matter what the two young heroes want to do with me, the old man will never say a word. "
Tao Ziming and Li Wuyou looked at each other, this matter was very complicated.
Xiao Cui's soul, in particular, stood quietly beside the two of them. Now that Xiao Cui was in danger outside, and when the two finally sent the bones back to their hometown, her relatives and friends all died unexpectedly.
Xiaocui is the only soul that exists in this village. This matter has become very complicated now. How should we deal with him?
Tao Ziming thought that he did not have this right, so he simply opened his eyes and faced Xiaocui.
And there were two more lines of black tears left in the corners of Xiao Cui's red eyes.
"Uncle Wang, why did you do this?" Xiaocui asked sadly, looking at the dead soul in front of him with a tearful voice.
What Uncle Wang said next made Tao Ziming never think that the sixty-nine lives of people in Xianhe Village were caused by a foot doctor who happened to pass by Xianhe Village.
A month ago, Wang Dapeng, the only carpenter in the village. I was sawing wood in the yard that day, planning to make a new chair.
However, bad news suddenly came to the village. It turned out that Wang Dapeng's son fell from a tree and was seriously injured.
There is a very tall apricot tree in Xianhe Village. In order to pick the fruits from the tree, Wang Dapeng's son also climbed to a very high position to pick more fruits, but his foot slipped...
After falling, his head happened to fall on a stone nearby, so it was opened on the spot and white and red were scattered all over the floor.
Before anyone arrived, he was already dead on the spot.
Wang Dapeng is such a son, and he has been extremely fond of him since he was a child.
Who would have thought that when a man with white hair sends a man with black hair, he almost fainted.
It's just that death is like a lamp going out. No matter how sad and reluctant Wang Dapeng is, now that his son is dead, everything is a foregone conclusion.
With grief, Wang Dapeng personally built a coffin for his son.
I'm afraid he couldn't have imagined that he, who had always been making coffins, would one day make one for his biological son.
The coffin was only half done, but at night, there was a sudden knock on the door of Wang Dapeng's house.
Wang Dapeng stopped the tools in his hand and numbly opened the courtyard door with a heavy heart.
At the entrance of the hospital, a barefoot doctor holding a long banner appeared in front of him.
On the long white flag, there are two lines of large characters written: Miao Hands Rejuvenate, Save the Lives and Heal the Wounded!
The barefoot doctor had a thin mustache on his face, his face looked slightly fresh, and he had a mysterious smile on his lips.
"Who are you looking for?" At this time, Wang Dapeng had lost his usual enthusiasm because of the death of his son.
Facing this stranger who suddenly visited me, my heart was filled with despair and I couldn't bring myself to show any interest.
The mysterious man pointed to the long white flag in his hand.
"Miracle rejuvenation, saving lives and healing the wounded! I am just a barefoot doctor wandering around the countryside.
When I passed by this place today, I smelled a faint smell of blood in my father-in-law's house.
It seems that someone important in the old gentleman's family is seriously ill, and it seems that death is not far away. "
Wang Dapeng frowned when he heard what he said: "Are you deliberately looking for trouble?"
Looking at Wang Dapeng with a flash of anger in his eyes, the mysterious man smiled faintly: "Old sir, if you don't believe me, you will definitely regret it.
Within three hours, the patient can still be saved. If three hours pass, he will definitely die even if Daluo Jinxian descends to earth. "
Hearing what the barefoot doctor said, Wang Dapeng became even more angry: "You damn quack, don't you want to curse me?
Now I am the only one left in my family. How come I don’t know that I am going to die soon? "
The mysterious man laughed again: "I'm not talking about your Excellency, but him!"
As the barefoot doctor spoke, he looked at the corpse placed in the center of the yard, which was Wang Dapeng's son.
His son died hastily, so Wang Dapeng decided to carefully make a coffin himself in order to let his son make the final journey.
But the time was too tight, and I was busy from noon to night, and I could only barely make a prototype.
So his son could only be temporarily wrapped in a straw mat and left in the yard.
When Wang Dapeng heard what he said, he looked back at the corpse placed in the yard. He finally understood who the patient the barefoot doctor was talking about.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"I'll just call you a quack, my son is already dead, do you understand?
He is already dead, not to mention Daluo Jinxian. Even if Buddha comes, he cannot save him at all because he has expired. "
"That's wrong!" Dr. Chi waved his hand and pointed to the long white flag on his hand. "When I say he is a patient, he is a patient. If I say he is not dead, he is definitely not dead. .Old sir, if you don’t want to lose your son, you’d better let me in quickly. If it takes three hours, even I won’t be able to cure him.”
When Wang Dapeng heard what he said, he moved away doubtfully and let the barefoot doctor in.
Although he believed from the bottom of his heart that his son was dead, how could the dead be resurrected?
Even if he is a miracle doctor, he definitely does not have such superb medical skills.
But I don’t know why, maybe because my son was reluctant to let go, he died so pitifully.
So Wang Dapeng still had the last trace of hesitation, thinking that a dead horse could be used as a living horse doctor, and let the barefoot doctor into his home.
