As the barefoot doctor walked away, he murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect you to use this method. It seems that you really love your child.
But have you ever thought that if you do this, you may have already caused a big disaster? "
Hearing what the barefoot doctor said, Wang Dapeng felt a sense of panic in his heart.
He was not afraid that his crime would be exposed. The only thing he was afraid of at this moment was that the barefoot doctor would suddenly regret not helping to treat his son.
If this is the case, then all his efforts will be in vain. This is not the result he wants to see.
"Miracle doctor, I know that now I have committed a heinous crime. Now I only have one wish, that is, the miracle doctor can save my son. After doing this, I will never survive again. Wang Dapeng will then I will die to apologize, go to the underworld to apologize to them, and make cattle and horses for them to repay what I owe them."
The barefoot doctor sighed: "Death is not the only way to escape, nor is it the best way to atone for sins.
That's all, maybe this is God's will. If I hadn't told you this method,
You would never do this. Even if I really want to atone for my sins, I, as a doctor, cannot escape my guilt. "
In the next period of time, the barefoot doctor assigned him a new task.
The barefoot doctor surrounded a piece of land on the east side of the village. Many tall trees grew in that land.
He promised Wang Dapeng that he would make all-out preparations to treat his son.
However, Wang Dapeng needed to cut down all the wood in the land he circled to make coffins to hold the corpses in the village.
One of the conditions for the Barefoot Doctor's second mission is that there must be no less wood and no more wood in the land he has enclosed.
Once wood from other places is used, the mission of saving his son will be in vain.
Therefore, the barefoot doctor repeatedly warned him not to make such a simple mistake, otherwise, all his previous efforts would be wasted and his work would be in vain.
Wang Dapeng also firmly remembered the Barefoot Doctor's advice, cut down all the wood in the field he had circled, and carried it back to his yard.
Day after day, apart from eating and sleeping, the rest of the time was devoted to making coffins.
With his hard work, it finally took him half a month to chop all the wood and make the coffin.
In the end, eight of the sixty-eight corpses in the village were left, and there was really no wood to put them in.
Finally, under the instruction of the barefoot doctor, he went to the misty forest to the west of the village, picked a special kind of rattan, and temporarily woven it into eight mats.
In the palm of each corpse, a special medicine bag made by the Barefoot Doctor was placed. As for the reason for doing this, the Barefoot Doctor did not tell him.
He also said that these medicinal materials must not be moved, otherwise, the mission of resurrecting his son will fail.
After all the preparations were done, the barefoot doctor told him that everything he had to do was done, and all that was left was to wait.
When the time comes, his son will definitely be able to be resurrected.
So after finishing everything, Wang Dapeng, who was mentally exhausted and harboring a lot of guilt that day, finally couldn't stand the guilt in his heart on a night of thunder and lightning, and hanged himself from the beam of his house.
It is strange to say that after Wang Dapeng died, a group of crows suddenly appeared in the village, with shiny black feathers on their backs and red eyes.
Facing Wang Dapeng's corpse, he mercilessly pecked off all the flesh on his body.
Wang Dapeng remembered that the number of these crows seemed to be sixty-eight.
Although Wang Dapeng died, the barefoot doctor did not leave.
When Wang Dapeng died, he found that his soul was completely trapped in the village, and he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
Although he never thought about leaving, because he would go to the well again and again every day to check on his sleeping child.
And after Wang Dapeng died, he discovered that the barefoot doctor could actually see his own soul, and he was secretly surprised.
I feel that this doctor is not just a doctor, I didn't expect that he has such ability behind him.
Just two days ago, before Tao Ziming and others arrived at Xianhe Village, Doctor Barefoot suddenly told him that he had something to do and asked him to wait nearby for a while.
He promised to be back before the end of the forty-nine days.
For him, the Barefoot Doctor is now as good as a god. After all, there are not many methods that can turn the dead into living people.
After the barefoot doctor left the village, Wang Dapeng would linger by the well every night. What happened next was what Tao Ziming and others encountered when they arrived here.
Listening to Wang Dapeng's narration, Tao Ziming and others finally understood the ins and outs of the matter.
Xiaocui on the side shed blood-red tears again from the corners of her eyes. She looked at Wang Dapeng with a complicated heart and didn't know what to say.
After all, they are all dead.
But Tao Ziming noticed that there was a big trick in it.
The barefoot doctor came and left strangely, and Wang Dapeng's son died strangely.
There are too many problems in this, but when thinking about these things together, Wang Dapeng can't tell what kind of problems are hidden?
The nine days mentioned by the Barefoot Doctor are almost here, and by then the agreement between Wang Dapeng and the Barefoot Doctor will be up.
When that day comes, the barefoot doctor will definitely appear. This is what Wang Dapeng told Tao Ziming himself.
And judging from his confident look, it was obvious that he wasn't lying.
"What should we do? Brother Ziming, how do you think we should handle this matter? I completely listen to you." Li Wuyou said a few words, and the decision-making power of the matter was suddenly handed over to Tao Ziming.
At this moment, Tao Ziming frowned.
The complexity of this matter was far beyond his imagination, and even he himself did not dare to answer it easily.
Tao Ziming thought of this and turned to look at Xiaocui opposite: "Miss Xiaocui, what do you think we should do?"
Tao Ziming was right. After all, they were all outsiders to the people in this village.
And Xiaocui is a descendant of this village. Although she is dead, except for Wang Dapeng, she is the last trace of consciousness left in this village.
Xiao Cui shook her head, not knowing how to answer for a while.
She trembled: "I don't know, I really don't know. I just hope this is a dream of mine, and everything that happens here in the dream is false..."
