"Wait!" Chen Fengjiu immediately woke up halfway and exclaimed violently, "There's something else in there!" ”

"Yes, I saw it, it's the best medicine!" After the old man finished speaking, he grabbed another handful, grabbed it and threw it in. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoThe originally clear hot water immediately bubbled up in colorful bubbles, and from time to time the corpses of three or five scorpions, two or three centipedes, and a dozen spiders churned in it. There are also some strange and unnamed insects, whose bodies are constantly moving with the boiling water, and all kinds of mucus are coming out of their mouths, as if they have come to life again.

Chen Feng was completely stunned, and after a long time, he said hesitantly: "Old man, where did you apply these medicines to your body?" ”

"Tu? Isn't it a waste to put such a good medicine on the body? That's what I mean by decanting soup. The old man explained with a laugh.

Chen Feng's throat was a little itchy, and his stomach was a little bitter, but he still struggled to contain himself and didn't spit it out.

After more than ten minutes, the water in the whole pot turned green, boiling, and bubbling up incessantly. When each bubble bursts, a puff of green smoke rises and slowly floats in the air for a long time. The green smoke entered Chen Feng's nostrils as if it was alive, and Chen Feng tried to hold his breath to prevent a trace of green smoke from entering. But after holding out for a long time, he was finally defeated. The green smoke wafting out of the pot immediately entered Chen Feng's lungs through his nasal cavity. The peculiar thing is that Chen Feng did not feel any discomfort, but suddenly his spirit soared, and the green smoke did not disappear when it entered his body, but flowed with his blood and dispersed for a long time. This feeling is somewhat similar to the smell of that mysterious bead, which is very pleasant. It's just that the smell of the beads is like fragrant tea, with a long aftertaste; The green smoke is like a thick soup and has a mellow taste.

When the green smoke was enough to weave a brocade on top of the iron pot, the old man inhaled deeply, fanned his nose, and smiled very satisfied. Then, the old man took out two broken porcelain bowls, and filled each bowl with some medicinal soup.

Although the green smoke gave people a good feeling, it didn't mean that Chen Feng could accept the potion in the bowl. Chen Feng frowned and saw that the water in the bowl had already turned jet black, and the corpses of the insects had also been boiled. Chen Feng's stomach couldn't help but cramp again.

The old man picked up a bowl by himself, raised it at Chen Feng, and said, "Drink, what a good decanting soup, I have been preparing it for a long time to gather enough medicinal materials."

You know, not everyone has the opportunity to drink this divine soup. Then he drank it all. After drinking, he sighed meaninglessly: "Comfortable!" ”

Chen Feng held the bowl, his face was bitter, his brows were furrowed, and he obviously couldn't drink it. The old man drank two large bowls in a row, sat comfortably on the ground, had already closed his eyes, saliva remained at the corner of his mouth, and after a while, he snored, but muttered in his mouth: "Poor those who died before, if they drank my sobering soup, they would never be so ......"

To drink or not to drink, that's the question. However, looking at this old man's posture, Chen Feng knew that it was impossible for the other party to harm him in such a simple way. Especially the old man's last sentence, which hit Chen Feng's life, even if this is really poison, he can't hide. Thinking of the strange person who appeared last night, Chen Feng had many doubts and unpredictable feelings in his heart. Compared to that weirdo, Chen Feng felt that the old man was more trustworthy. If you want to take medicine, the old man has many opportunities before. Moreover, the old man himself has drunk a lot of sobering soup, so it shouldn't be a big deal. As for why there are so many bugs in the soup, it is probably because of the home remedies.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Feng poured all the warm water in the bowl into his throat. At this time, there was still a trace of luck in Chen Feng's heart. I smelled the smell coming from the soup before, and I felt very good, maybe this ugly medicinal soup tasted more delicious. But the answer came out immediately, and Chen Feng's abdomen suddenly felt as painful as if tens of thousands of steel needles had been pierced. Chen Feng wanted to make a noise to vent, and even more wanted to question the old man loudly, but his entire throat seemed to be plugged with cotton, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Is it poison? Chen Feng's doubts were immediately driven away by pain, he couldn't think of anything, his mind and body were full of endless pain.

After a while, the pain in Chen Feng's abdomen changed again. Just now it was like a steel needle prick, but now it is like a burning fire, and my throat is thirsty and uncomfortable.

Chen Feng was able to grit his teeth and persist at first, but his body was really not angry, and he was completely defeated after the potion was put into his stomach, and there was no place where he didn't hurt. In the end, it was as if there were countless insects wriggling and gnawing inside. Chen Feng finally couldn't hold it anymore, sat down, and squatted on the ground holding his stomach. The big drops of sweat on his forehead couldn't stop rolling down, and it was difficult to breathe. Because of the pain, Chen Feng's consciousness began to be a little blurry.

Am I going to die here? Chen Feng thought about it, and all the joys and misfortunes he had experienced in his previous life and this life came to his mind, and a sense of relief came to his mind.

"Hey, it's so tiring to be alive, it's better to die." A voice sounded in Chen Feng's ears. Under the guidance of this thought, Chen Feng gave up control of his entire body, and although the potion was still churning in his stomach, he felt much better.

In an instant, in Chen Feng's mind, all kinds of thoughts began to surge, and the sufferings he had suffered also surfaced one by one as if he had experienced them that day.

Chen Feng thought of his suffering relatives, the days when he fished alone, the torture brought by illness to this family, and the unwarranted disaster on Red Maple Island.

Yes, in life, there is more suffering and less happiness. In this life, it is painful from birth. The mother conceived in October and gave birth in one day, and she paid a lot for herself every step of the way. Chen Feng seemed to see his poor mother, as if he had seen that fateful night when the yin wind roared. No wonder people are not born laughing, but crying, crying about the bitterness and pain of their mothers, and crying about the hard journey of a lifetime.

When you are born, there will inevitably be bumps and bumps. The best childhood of my life was spent in ignorance, and I couldn't appreciate the hardships of adults. When the grandparents' once smooth skin was covered with wrinkles, they grew up. But what will you give them in return?

In the winter of the previous years, the wind and snow were very heavy, and my grandfather and grandmother had fallen ill, but I could only watch them get terminally ill in bed day by day. In their last days, they still have to worry about themselves. They have paid so much that they don't even have the opportunity to fulfill their filial piety. One day, I will be old, lying in front of my bed, watching my children cry, but I can't do anything. In life, how good it would be if there was no illness!