Desperately telling yourself that it's good to act as if it didn't happen, and that it's the same as before, not having children? But it's different! Hope has come and floated away again, unlike it never happened, it's different!

Although she was disappointed, Mu Zi tried her best to adjust herself, she told herself that as long as Xue Jincheng could be saved, as long as their family was well, there would be many children in the future! What's more, they have Sister Yuan, don't they?

From the second day, Mu Zi and Bai Bing left Lizhi Dadu and went to some tribes, some of these tribes were in the plains, some in the hills, and some in the jungle. Dust (⊙) edge (【) literature (【) study (⊙) net

They found some witch doctors, but when they really inquired, they knew that they were just some simple earthworks for healing, and their medical skills were not a little worse than the doctors in Lizhi Dadu.

Blood-exchange, they had hardly heard of it.

Mu Zi was disappointed again and again, searched again and again, and finally found the most remote tribe in Lizhi ten days later, and there was an old witch doctor in this tribe named Zamu.

Mu Zi and Bai Bing found a more prestigious family in the local area, gave them some money, and asked him to introduce them to the Zamu Witch Doctor.

Zamu was over sixty years old, but he looked full of gray hair, deep wrinkles on his face, and tanned skin, which made him look even older.

"You're not sick, what are you doing with me?" Zamu glanced at Mu Zi and Bai Bing, and the sound was like a crisp bark rubbing.

"We want to ask about a kind of witchcraft, I don't know if the seniors understand it." Mu Zi made a Jianghu salute to Zamu.

"What? What if I knew? What if you don't understand? Zamu kept moving his hands, grinding some black powder, and asked without raising his eyelids.

"If the seniors understand, we are naturally overjoyed, if the seniors are willing to help us, we are grateful, if the seniors don't understand, we can only continue to find people who understand." White ice is crispy.

Her voice had a hint of girlish innocence, and it was so delicate that the Witch Doctor looked up at her.

"What witchcraft?" Zamu put down the small bowl in his hand and asked Mu Zi and the others.

"Exchange Blood." Mu Zi replied.

Zamu immediately smiled, no, to be exact, there was an expression on his face that seemed to be smiling, looking at Mu Zi and Bai Bing, "It turned out that he wanted to ask me to help the puppet." ”

Mu Zi's eyes lit up when he heard this, he said this, at least it showed that compared to others, Zamu knew the blood exchange technique!

"No, we're not going to be puppets, we're trying to save people." Mu Zi said a little excitedly.

"Saving people? Do you know what exchange blood is? Zamu looked at Mu Zi and didn't believe her words.

"I don't know, I just know that the blood exchange technique can clean up the blood in a person's body." Mu Zi confessed.

Zamu was a little curious, he looked at Mu Zi as if he looked at it, and said in disbelief, "Who are you going to exchange blood for?" ”

"My husband." Mu Zidao.

"Why exchange blood?" Zamu asked.

Mu Zi clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "He was poisoned." ”

Zamu's eyes widened when he heard this, and he quickly looked around a little nervously.

His residence was located on the outskirts of the tribe, and there were no other residents around, so it was quite empty, and the local who had brought Mu Zi and the others had already left, and there were only three of them in the stone house of Zhamu at this time.