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- "I understand." Finally returning to the ground, Yang Zongbao felt that the blood in his body was flowing again. He probably understood the old man's purpose of bringing him here, which was simply to deepen his impression on him, to prevent the slightest change, and not to go to extremes.
"What you did in country r was a bit unwise." The old monk would always know about Yang Zongbao's news immediately.
"I will try my best to make up for it." That was always a thorn in Yang Zongbao's heart. Although the typhoon was beyond his control, it was always because he triggered an opportunity that the place became unsuitable for living in a short period of time.
"It's up to you." The old monk knew that Yang Zongbao was just paying lip service, and he must have disapproved of it in his heart: "Let's stay in Zatoichi for two more days this time."
¡°I think so too, these days are too exciting, please be calm and relax.¡± Yang Zongbao replied.
¡°That¡¯s fine, you really have no other way out now except waiting.¡± The old monk nodded.
After the two returned to the village, it was already dark. But the entrance to the village is very lively. The villagers who had already gone to bed all came out. At the entrance of the village, several tables were put together to create a large dining table, which was already filled with food. A bonfire was lit in front of the dining table, making everyone's faces glow red.
"I'm back, hurry up and eat." When the old man saw the old monk and Yang Zongbao, he hurriedly welcomed them to the dining table: "You are hungry, drink some rice wine to warm yourself up." After that, he poured a cup of rice wine for Yang Zongbao. .
Yang Zongbao couldn't resist, so he could only take a sip from the old man's hand. The spicy taste made him choke to tears.
"You can't just take a sip, you have to drink it all." The old man refused and asked Yang Zongbao to finish the bowl with extreme enthusiasm.
Yang Zongbao is not a long-winded person, and he doesn¡¯t want to be forced, so he simply finished a bowl.
"Good! Good! Good!" The old man shouted the word "good" three times in a row, turned around and poured him another bowl.
Yang Zongbao glanced in the direction of the old monk and found that there was no one around to persuade him to drink, and he was looking at him with some gloating. Without hesitation, Yang Zongbao took the bowl from the old man's hand, raised his head, and drank it in one gulp.
"Young manthat's really good!" The old man gave a thumbs up and handed over another bowl.
Yang Zongbao now sees the old man as a ghost. I just felt the heat in my neck, ears, and skull. I couldn't sense any situation in the outside world at all. I habitually took the big hand from the old man's hand. My mouth had lost my sense of taste. I only knew that a stream of liquid entered my mouth and then flowed down my esophagus. In his stomach, a sudden surge spread to all his body and limbs, and his vision became even more blurred The last scene that remained in front of him was the old man's thumbs up.
"Doctor Yang! Doctor Yang!" The old man asked the old monk who came over for help.
"It's okay, he's drunk." The old monk lifted Yang Zongbao, who was lying limply on the ground, on his shoulders. The old man was not surprised by the old monk's great strength, he seemed to have seen it before.
The old monk walked easily while carrying Yang Zongbao, while the old man stayed and greeted the whole village to eat. It was supposed to be a celebration for Yang Zongbao, but he didn't expect him to be drunk and absent, but he still had to eat. So it is not that important whether Yang Zongbao is present or not.
After taking Yang Zongbao back to the old man¡¯s house, the old monk checked his pulse for a while and then he calmly closed his eyes and rested. Yang Zongbao just suffered from the cold, so it would be good to drink wine to make him sweat.
Yang Zongbao was very uncomfortable lying on the bed. He felt very hot. His body felt like it was being roasted on a fire. The skin all over his body felt much duller. Everything seemed to be separated by a layer and was insensitive. But the heat couldn't dissipate Until there was a sharp stinging pain in my fingers, the heat in my body seemed to have found a breakthrough, and rushed there one after another
Yang Zongbao was woken up by the old man the next day.
"What's wrong?" Yang Zongbao had a splitting headache. He didn't expect the rice wine to be so powerful.
"Go and have a look." The old man couldn't describe it, but he just urged Yang Zongbao to leave quickly.
Yang Zongbao couldn't be too calm under the old man's nervousness, but he still insisted on putting on his shoes before going out.
The old man took Yang Zongbao to a house on the edge of the village, facing the forest. There were several rabbit skins hanging under the eaves, which must have been a hunter.
"Old Zhang's son Zhuzi came back from the mountains yesterday and had cramps at night. I wanted to call you Dr. Yang, but you were drunk, so I delayed it until this morning. In the morning I saw that Zhuzi was even worse than last night"
Yang Zongbao walked into the house while trying hard to collect useful information from the old man's unclear words.
As soon as he entered the house, Yang Zongbao smelled a rotten smell. The house is not big, and there is a wooden bed in the innermost part. A young man huddled there. There was a smile on the corner of the man's mouth before he could clear it up.??Vomit. It should be the pillar.
"Don't come close, it bites." A middle-aged man in the house warned Yang Zongbao, who was approaching.
"Yeah." Yang Zongbao walked in and took a look, only to see that Zhuzi's hands and feet were tied. He couldn't see clearly just now because he was covered with a quilt.
When Zhuzi saw the stranger coming, his eyes widened, he struggled desperately, and made a hurt and whimpering sound from his mouth.
Yang Zongbao was not intimidated by Zhu Zhu's ferocious appearance and wanted to feel his pulse.
But Zhuzi reacted violently and Yang Zongbao couldn't catch him. In the end, it was the middle-aged man who just helped me hold Zhu Zhu's wrist. When I don¡¯t have any equipment at hand, I can only use the oldest method: watch, hear and listen. But Yang Zongbao couldn't feel Zhu Zhu's pulse, so he could only grab his wrist and feel it with his palm. His pulse was found to be unusually active. Looking at Zhu Zhu's pale complexion, it doesn't match his pulse activity. After thinking for a moment, Yang Zongbao asked the old man: "Where has the master gone?"
"I don't know. I saw you lying on the bed alone in the morning." The old man now only cares about the pillar lying on the bed, and doesn't care much about the whereabouts of the old monk. You must know that when the old monk came to this village, he came and left as soon as he came. The old man was used to it.
gone? Yang Zongbao became suspicious. But there is nothing we can do now. In front of so many people, it's impossible to escape and let go.
"Are you possessed by evil spirits?" the old man asked weakly.
"This" This question makes it difficult for the atheist Yang Zongbao to answer.
"I look like the village chief. Are you confused by the spirits in the mountains?" The middle-aged man who had been helping Yang Zongbao spoke.
"Try it." It turns out that the old man is the village chief.
In the inexplicably warm atmosphere among the villagers, Yang Zongbao was ignored.
Soon someone brought a bowl of blood, and the village chief took it. The middle-aged man held up Zhu Zhu¡¯s head, took out the blockage in his mouth, and helped the village chief drink the blood from Zhu Zhu¡¯s mouth
Yang Zongbao watched from the side. Half of the bowl of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth because of Zhu Zhu's struggle, and the other half was still in his mouth.
"Zhuzi's dad, don't let him shut his mouth." Seeing Zhuzi spit out more and more blood from his mouth, the village chief hurriedly used it to gag his mouth.
The middle-aged man didn't mind after hearing the order, and immediately used both hands to forcefully hold the pillar's mouth. However, the pillar's bite force was amazing. While swallowing the remaining blood, it also bit the middle-aged man's mouth and had no time to take it back. Fingers.
"ah¡¡"
"Well¡¡"
Zhu Zhu bit his father's finger and looked at him with vicious eyes, completely losing his mind.
"Let go, let go." The old village chief was also ruthless. He picked up the bowl in his hand and smashed it on the mouth of the pillar
one time¡¡
? ? ?Twice
Zhu Zhu finally opened his mouth after losing two teeth.
The middle-aged man held his fingers and backed away.
"Jiejiejiejie" Zhuzi opened his mouth with two missing front teeth and let out a sinister laugh that was not like a human being. His mouth was full of wounds cut by the bowl Every time he laughed, some black blood would spurt out.
"He's crazy" the middle-aged man said bitterly. I don't know if it's because of the wound on his hand or his son's madness, maybe both
Yang Zongbao saw that although the middle-aged man¡¯s wound looked like the flesh and bones were separated, because the blood vessels on his fingers were limited, even if the bleeding continued, it was not serious enough to cause death, so he could ignore it for the time being. What he is paying attention to now is the reaction of Zhu Zi. In his eyes, maybe this was a native method of the villagers. Maybe the same situation had happened before, so the old village chief and the others immediately took life-saving things.
After Zhuzhu laughed weirdly for a few times, he suddenly threw himself on the bed and vomited.
¡°The vomit was a mass of black material, exuding a strong rancid smell
As the smell got stronger, only the old village chief, the middle-aged man and Yang Zongbao were left in the room.
After Zhu Zhu finished vomiting, he lay motionless beside the bed.
"How's it going?" The middle-aged man endured the pain and asked the old village chief for his opinion.
"I don't know." The old village chief was not sure either.
At this moment, Yang Zongbao walked up. Slowly holding up the upper body that fell off the edge of the bed from the pillar
"How is it?" The middle-aged man felt that something was not good from Yang Zongbao's stiff back.
"" Yang Zongbao didn't say anything, but moved away and let them see for themselves.
"Ahson" The middle-aged man suddenly threw himself on the pillar, feeling extremely sad.??.
The pillar on the bed, my neck was forcibly straightened, and I leaned back as far as possible. My mouth was opened wide, as if it was dislocated. There was only a hollow in the eye socket, the eyeball had prolapsed, and there were only a few nerves and blood vessels connected to the inside of the eye socket. My whole body was tense. , all the joints were ankylosed all on the surface, Zhu was in extreme pain when he died.
"What's going on?" When the old man was confused, he turned around and asked Yang Zongbao.
The pillar was dead. Yang Zongbao picked up a wooden stick in the corner, covered his nose with one hand, and dug in the vomit of the pillar a few times. He was curious about the black mass. The black thing was stiff all over and unresponsive.
"I don't know. His reaction is a bit like being infected with rabies virus. See if there are any bites on his body." Yang Zongbao didn't know if he hoped it was rabies virus. If yes, then it¡¯s easy to handle. We know the cause, but there is no medicine. If not, then good, no medicine is needed, but what about the cause? Is it contagious? - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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