Memories poured into Zhao Baoxuan's mind like a tide, like thousands of needles pierced into her head, heart, back, legs, and fingertips...... , the pain was so painful that she could barely stand, shaking into chaff: "I did it all alone." ”

Master Mo was not annoyed, he stood in place and smiled, his posture did not change: "Come, drink this bowl of water and forget all your troubles." ”

Zhao Baoxuan's tears rained down: "I can't forget it!"

Are all the memories tumbling in her mind real? Those people of all kinds of identities, all kinds of painful faces, obviously it is not her, but she really feels all the torments of fear of death.

It's true, life is better than death.

Zhang Wuwei wiped her tears with a tissue, frowning slightly: "Why is it so cold?"

In just a few seconds, he watched Zhao Baoxuan cry into tears, his fingers were as cold as ice, he didn't expect his face to be so cold.

That Master Mo is weird!

The last time Bao Xuan fainted here, I remember it vividly, and now I was shocked again, what happened?

He thought about a lot of things, but he seemed to miss this place!

Zhao Baoxuan was so painful that she could barely stand, and the whole person slid down, seeing that her knees were about to kneel on the ground, Zhang Wuwei held on: "It's very uncomfortable, let's go." ”

Thirty-six plans to go up.

Master Mo's voice seemed to have magic: "Come, drink the water and it will be comfortable." Eleven, you bring water to her. ”

The voice is very soft, and the tone is resolute, like an order after the persuasion has failed, you have to drink it, and you have to drink it if you don't drink it.

Zhang Wuwei watched coldly as Niu Shiyi brought the bowl of "water" with both hands, and raised his arm to block it: "What is this?"

Where is this water, look at this thick and blackened color is like a Chinese medicine soup, and it is also a very bitter kind.

The taste, he can't smell it now, and the smell of essential oil on his nose clip blocks all foreign odors.

No matter what the reason is, no matter whether the other party's purpose is completely clear or not, he can't let Bao Xuan drink this "water" of unknown ingredients.

Intuitively, he had a hunch that as long as Bao Xuan drank this bowl of "water", he would be completely ...... with him

They're just colleagues, and even family members can't stay together forever. Their relationship is that of a boss and a subordinate, and a little closer to each other is an uncle and a nephew, and it is very normal not to see each other and have no contact for a lifetime.

Zhang Wuwei didn't want to think about it, and he didn't have time to think about it, in short, in public and private, he had to protect Zhao Baoxuan and return to his parents steadily.

Niu Shiyi took a step forward: "Listen to the master's words and drink it!"

Zhang Wuwei refused to let go, insisting on asking clearly: "What is this?"

Niu Shiyi didn't dare to make his own decisions, and looked back at the master asking for instructions, and Master Mo smiled and bowed slightly.

With permission, Niu Shiyi once again held the soup bowl in his hand and replied simply: "Meng Po soup!"

Zhang Wuwei was stunned, this answer was both unexpected and expected.

The first time they came to this village, they saw many statues of Meng Po, and at that time he thought that the village buildings worshipped by the god Meng Po should have a bridge over the Lethe River to meet the totem worship, but what he heard and saw was not what he thought, so he put aside this doubt for the time being.

It seems that he thinks too simply, or that he knows too little about this kind of folk culture.

Thinking of the conversation he had with Wang Enzheng about the soil of Jincun, he knew that this bowl of Meng Po soup must have the effect of interfering with memory, and after drinking it, he would forget many things cleanly.

In this moment's pause, Zhao Baoxuan stretched out her hands that were trembling because of the severe pain: "I, I'll drink." ”

She stared blankly at Master Mo's compassionate gaze, only knowing that being obedient was salvation.

Zhang Wuwei grabbed her with one hand and took half a step back, and pulled her face with the other: "Baoxuan, grandpa made soup for you, let's go back and drink it again." ”

Seeing Bao Xuan in such pain, he could only take her back first, he already knew how to find a way to get in, and the other unsolved mysteries were left for next time.

Zhao Baoxuan was already so uncomfortable that it was like a thousand arrows piercing her heart, her breathing became difficult, her lips turned pale, and she couldn't cry: "Don't go back, I, it's too painful ......"

Seeing this situation, Zhang Wuwei had nothing to hesitate, leaned over slightly and moved the little assistant to his back: "I'll take you to find your grandfather, you bear with it." ”

Although he hadn't felt any discomfort yet, he was still worried that if he delayed for a moment, he wouldn't be able to leave safely with Zhao Baoxuan.

Fortunately, Master Mo didn't stop him, and Niu Shiyi didn't follow.

Zhang Wuwei had already memorized the roads in Jincun, and when he arrived at the fork in the road, the buildings that looked exactly the same couldn't help him, and he quickly walked to a place dozens of steps away from the entrance of the village as if he had entered a no-man's land.

He didn't dare to be careless, and comforted the assistant softly: "Don't be afraid, you can go home soon." ”

He could feel the pain of the little assistant, and there was nothing else he could do but speed up.

Village Chief Mu was waiting at the entrance of the village with more than a dozen people, and when they approached, he stretched out his hand to stop them: "Come if you want, leave if you want?"

Zhang Wuwei looked at this posture, this is someone else's territory, if he comes to the barbar, he will definitely not be able to leave, if he stays, Bao Xuan will definitely have an accident.

Here he insisted on coming, and now he can only bow his head and admit his mistakes, maybe there is a chance to leave.

"Village Chief Mu, it's my rudeness, we just arrived, and before we had time to visit you and Mu Lao God, Miss Zhao was sick, I want to take her to the doctor, I can only come to apologize next time." ”

Anyway, just be able to leave.

Zhao Baoxuan was in unbearable pain, and also begged loudly: "It hurts, it hurts,"

Village Chief Mu snorted coldly: "Pain, afraid of pain, dare to mess around! In our village, no one has ever ...... without greeting him."

Before the words fell, Niu Shiyi hurriedly ran to Village Chief Mu and whispered a few words, Village Chief Mu's face changed and changed, and finally waved his hand and said fiercely: "Give you another chance!

Zhang Wuwei thanked him, held his breath, ran out of the village in one breath, and took a long breath when he got into the car and hit the accelerator.

Just now he was afraid that there was something wrong in the village, so he was holding his breath all the way, and after saying those few words to Village Chief Mu, he already felt that it was difficult to breathe.

He ripped off his nose clip and replaced it with a new one, put the passenger seat to the maximum extent of lying flat, smeared Zhao Baoxuan with pain-relieving medicinal oil, picked up the phone and wanted to dial, but found that there was still no signal at all, and looked up at the entrance of the village again, where there was a dense forest, and the place where the line of sight was dim and unknown.

A flash of lightning swept across the sky, the trees shook their leaves, and thick dark clouds rolled up in the sky.