The barefoot doctor slowly came to the edge of the straw mat, then opened the mat covering it, looked at his son who had closed his eyes and had already passed away, and nodded gently: "It's as I expected. Fortunately, I It’s not too late.”
While he was talking, he saw the barefoot doctor taking out a gourd from behind.
When it pulled out the stopper on the gourd, a strong medicinal smell slowly overflowed from the gourd.
The taste was very strange, a bit bitter, and had a faint odor.
But this stench was different from the stench Wang Dapeng had smelled before.
It smells like some kind of wildflower.
The barefoot doctor knelt down and quickly pointed the mouth of the gourd towards Wang Dapeng's son, and then three drops of green liquid dripped from the mouth of the gourd.
The next moment, a surprising scene appeared in front of them.
Wang Dapeng rubbed his eyes and thought for a time that he was hallucinating.
The originally painful and despairing mood regained confidence at this moment, as if a green bud had just grown out of the cracks in the stone.
Because he was surprised to find that his precious son, who had his eyes closed, actually opened them again.
"Alive, actually alive."
Wang Dapeng has lived for fifty or sixty years. When has he ever seen such a strange situation?
He clearly remembered that when his precious son was brought back, he had already died of anger, but now he suddenly opened his eyes.
After his precious son opened his eyes, he slowly turned his gaze towards him and called softly in his throat: "Father, why are you crying!"
Wang Dapeng burst into tears. Looking at his precious son who spoke again, he finally believed what the barefoot doctor said, and he believed it deeply.
After all, since receiving the news of his son's death, Wang Dapeng has long lost the courage to continue living.
Now that his son can survive, this is more important to him than anything else.
If he could make a choice, he really hoped that the person who fell to death was him instead of his precious son.
"Xiaojie, that's great. It's great that you're okay. Are you hungry? I'm going to make dinner for you right now!"
However, the next moment, his son's neck suddenly tilted, his body stiffened, and the look in his eyes disappeared.
Wang Dapeng's heart skipped a beat. He quickly ran to the barefoot doctor and grabbed his wrist tightly: "What's going on? What happened to my son?
This gentleman, no, Mr. Miracle Doctor, you must save him! I only have such a precious son. If he dies, then I don’t want to live anymore. "
The barefoot doctor stood up. He looked at the impatient Huang Dapeng, shook his head slowly, and then let out a long sigh: "Oh, what a pity, what a pity! That's all, maybe this is God's will, this Old gentleman, just pretend that I have never been here. See you another day, no, maybe never again."
Hearing what the barefoot doctor said, Wang Dapeng immediately became anxious, because the barefoot doctor had clearly given him a glimmer of hope when he was most desperate, and now he wanted to take away this glimmer of hope. To him, this was no less than killing him. He was in so much pain.
He quickly stopped the barefoot doctor: "Miracle doctor, I beg you to show mercy and save my son. Didn't you say he's not dead yet? I will use all my belongings to repay you."
"Do you really want to save your son?"
The barefoot doctor stopped because Wang Dapeng knelt on the ground and begged bitterly. He hugged him tightly with both hands and refused to let him leave no matter what.
"Actually, he is already dead. I think I came too late. He is already dead. I think you should clean up and prepare to bury him."
"No, I don't believe it. You must have a way, right? Are you lying to me? Please, please save him. I am just such a son. I really can't lose him, no matter what I do. I am willing to bear the price."
The barefoot doctor raised his eyebrows and stared blankly at Wang Dapeng who was kneeling on the ground. After taking a deep breath, he looked back and looked around, then squatted beside him and lowered his voice and said, "No matter what Are you willing to bear the price?"
The words of the barefoot doctor seemed to have some incredible magic power.
Wang Dapeng nodded subconsciously, with a firm look in his eyes: "Even if you want me to die, I am willing to do so."
The barefoot doctor shook his head slightly: "Although he is already dead, if it were others, they would never be able to save him.
Although I have a way to save him, I'm afraid you can't do this method. "
Wang Dapeng grabbed the barefoot doctor's ankle tightly: "Miracle doctor, no matter what method it is, I will do it even if I risk my life, just say it."
Seeing how persistent he was, the barefoot doctor looked around carefully, and then lowered his voice a little lower: "Since you are so persistent, I will tell you the method. Remember, I will only say it once."
Wang Dapeng nodded and listened quietly, only to hear the barefoot doctor slowly say: "You must find sixty-eight corpses that have just died within two days, because you can only gather sixty-eight corpses in one day." of dead bodies.
Use this as a guide to bring your son back to life. This is the first condition. If you can do this, come to the Earth Temple three miles away to find me in three days. I will wait for you there. "
Wang Dapeng was stunned when he heard this. There were sixty-eight dead bodies. Where could he find them?
This was obviously an impossible condition, not to mention that these sixty-eight corpses had to die within one day.
Even the huge Shizhou City, plus some nearby small cities, would not be able to find so many dead bodies in two days.
This thought completely made Wang Dapeng lose hope, and he let go of the barefoot doctor with blank eyes.
The barefoot doctor shook his head and strode out of the hospital. In the courtyard, Wang Dapeng was the only one left.
Wang Dapeng sat alone at the door for a long time, and even forgot to continue making a coffin for his son.
At midnight, a mouse slowly crawled out of the corner.
After the mouse took a few steps, it fell down and lay stiffly on the ground.
Looking at the black blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth, Wang Dapeng's eyes flashed. This mouse was obviously poisoned to death by the poison he made.
He looked outside the door, looking at the silent night. The village was quiet under the night, and everyone fell into a deep sleep.
"You need to find sixty-eight recently deceased corpses within two days, and use this as a guide to resurrect your son. If you can meet this condition, in three days, you can reach the corpse three miles away. Come to me from the Earth Temple.”
The words of the barefoot doctor suddenly echoed in Wang Dapeng's mind. He looked at the silent village and murmured: "Sixty-eight corpses that just died. Sixty-eight!"
Apart from me, aren’t there exactly sixty-eight people in the village?
Wang Dapeng suddenly remembered something. He rushed under his bed and rummaged through the cabinets to find a bag of poison.
This bag of poison was obtained from a mystic when he was young.
Immediately, he came to the well in the center of the village by accident.
He looked back around again, and there was no other figure in the darkness.
Thinking of this, he tremblingly sprinkled half of the bag of poison into the well.
It was quiet in the middle of the night, and a cat meowed in the darkness, startling him.
Wang Dapeng's hand shook and he lost his grip, and the whole bag of poison was poured into the well.
Wang Dapeng's heart was pounding. Looking at the white paper with a little powder on it, he knew that there was no turning back this time.
The sixty-eight corpses in Xianhe Village, this is how this case happened.
Sixty-eight people in the village, regardless of gender, big or small, all died from the poison that Wang Dapeng sprinkled in the well water.
On the next day, starting from the morning and lasting until noon, the ups and downs of wailing and screaming, as well as bursts of crying, were heard outside the yard.
These chaotic and noisy sounds did not disappear until noon.
Wang Dapeng walked out of his house with a hint of nervousness and knocked on the door from door to door.
Everyone was dead, no one was left alive.
Because everyone in the village shares the same well.
Plus his poison is colorless and odorless.
He finally found sixty-eight corpses in one day, and these sixty-eight corpses had just died, and they died on the same day.
Wang Dapeng couldn't tell at this time whether he was happy, sad, or guilty.
Although his heart was complicated, he still did not forget what the barefoot doctor said.
With mixed emotions, Wang Dapeng wandered to the Earth Temple three miles away. As expected, the barefoot doctor was lying in the Earth Temple to rest.
"Miracle doctor, I have prepared everything you want. Can you start saving my son now?"
The barefoot doctor raised his eyebrows.
"What? What did you say? Did you really do it? How on earth did you do it?"
Wang Dapeng listened to the miracle doctor's question and didn't know how to answer. He lowered his head like a dead corpse.
"You promised me that as long as I find sixty-eight recently deceased corpses, you would be able to save my son. Is this true or not?"
The barefoot doctor nodded calmly.
"It's natural, my nickname of Invincible Holy Hand is not for nothing.
Since you don't want to say it, let's get down to business. Take me there quickly, the sooner the better.
If you want to save your son, you still need to make a lot of preparations.
Once it gets too late, I'm worried that I'll miss the best opportunity, and your son won't be able to be resurrected so easily by then. "
After hearing this, Wang Dapeng did not dare to hesitate and took the barefoot doctor directly back to his yard.
When he first entered the village, the barefoot doctor stopped and said, "It's unbelievable, it's really unbelievable, it's so strong."
