After walking in the direction of the downstream of the stream for more than an hour, it was already dusk, and after a distance of 100 meters, the two of them smelled the smell of fireworks in front of them, and the little boy hurriedly urged Bei Ji to speed up his pace.

The lower reaches of the stream are already swollen and wide, and the water source is sufficient, but the land on the bank is not fertile, but a piece of sand and gravel, and in the sand and gravel clearing, a boulder with the height of people stands on the river bank, and there are three flying big characters "sand and gravel village" engraved on it.

An old man in black leaned cross-legged against a boulder, holding a bamboo pole in his hand and motionless, in a strange posture.

"Grandpa, I'm back!"

The little boy's right leg was slightly bumpy, and he ran towards the old man in black with his right toe on his toes.

Bei Ji stood at the entrance of the village and looked towards the village, a fairly spacious stone road could see the steep stone slope at the bottom at a glance, and there were dozens of grass houses on both sides of the road in an orderly manner.

"Grandpa?" There was no response, and the boy shouted again tentatively, but there was still no response.

tiptoed around to the opposite side of the old man in black, but saw that the old man in front of him had his eyes closed, his breathing was slow, and a faint snoring sound came from his nose.

"Asleep again!" The little boy puffed out his cheeks and muttered angrily to himself.

Carefully approaching the old man's ear, the little boy took a deep breath, pulled his throat and shouted out his highest decibel at the old man's ear at close range: "Master-master——! ”

"What's wrong, what's wrong! What happened! Who is it! Who! ”

The old man's body shook violently, and he was awakened, and his mouth was slurred and could not form a coherent sentence, and he was obviously quite frightened by the little boy's prank.

When the old man reacted, he grabbed the collar behind the neck of his grandson, who was snickering on the side, and shouted angrily: "You want to scare your grandfather to death, right!" Didn't you see grandpa still fishing?! How long have you been waiting for the right time, and the fish have been scared away by your turtle grandson! ”

"How many times have you fished, but I haven't seen you catch a single one," the little boy struggled to break the collar that the old man was tugging at, and pushed back the words.

"If you don't interfere, I might catch it this time?" The old man looked resentful, and then the interrogation of the little boy was bombarded with a torrential rain: "Where have you been this day?" I can't find you everywhere, and you don't eat your third aunt's lunch cooking? ”

Staring at the little boy's gaze, he saw the white gauze wrapped around his calf, and before the little boy could answer, the old man continued to ask: "What's the matter with your leg?!" ”

"I'm going up the mountain today, I'm going to look for the herbs to cure the big guys," the little boy put his hands behind his back, absentmindedly lowering his head and pulling the stones on the ground with his feet.

When the old man heard this, there was an unreasonable expression on his face: "Who gave you the idea to find medicinal herbs to find on that mountain?" You hurt your leg on that mountain, right?! ”

"Yesterday at Grandpa Li's blacksmith shop, I heard what Brother Wutuo said to Grandpa Li!" The little boy was dissatisfied with the old man's complaints, and muttered loudly to retort.

"This Wutuo! I'll teach him later, how can I talk nonsense to children! ”

"It was meant to be!" The little boy didn't want to suffer a word.

"You kid......" The old man was about to continue his lecture, when he finally noticed that in addition to his grandfather and grandson, there were other people at the gate of this village.

Seeing this energetic combination of grandparents and grandchildren, Bei Ji was about to say hello to the old man in front of him, but before his hand was raised, there was a sudden coolness on his back.

"I don't know, who is this little friend?"

There was a cold touch on his shoulder, and the old man in black asked this sentence against Beiji's ear.

In less than a nap, the old man in black who was seven or eight meters away in front of him instantly moved to Bei Ji's back and spoke against his ear, and Bei Ji's nerves tensed up in an instant, and he wanted to urge the essence in his body to fight against it.

"Grandpa, he is a medical warlock I met in the mountains, and he came to our village to help everyone heal," the little boy quickly explained, "The injury on my leg was healed by him with the Restoration Technique." ”

It can only be said that the little boy's voice was just right, and the tense atmosphere between the two was only eased at this time.

"It turned out to be the benefactor of asking," a smile appeared on the face of the old man in black, put away the momentum exuded from his whole body, and clenched his fists and apologized: "Recently, there have been some situations in Shashi Village because of outsiders, and the old man's actions have been affected and offended because of this, please don't be surprised!" ”

"The seniors are fine, but the situation just now, you can only blame the juniors for not being determined enough, and the juniors are also offended," Bei Ji hurriedly replied with a fist.

The old man glanced back at the gauze tied around his calf, and asked with a little confusion, "Is Xiaoyou really a medical warlock?" ”

When Bei Ji heard this, he explained: "It's not a medical warlock, it's just a collection of fine arts. ”

"I wonder what disease the people in the village have? Can you take me to check the situation? Bei Ji didn't want to waste any more time, so he chose to get straight to the point: "If the clumsy treatment ability of the younger generation has any effect, the villagers' illness should not be delayed any longer." ”

"Xiaoyou is humble," the old man was still very satisfied with Beiji's attitude, and the humility between the words made the old man let down his guard from the bottom of his heart: "Please also ask Xiaoyou to come with me." ”

The old man led Bei Ji to the depths of the village, followed him without a word, and after a few minutes, several people came to a spacious thatched compartment in the inner room.

As soon as he entered the house, a pungent smell immediately rushed up, and the old man distributed a mask-like facial protector to Bei Ji, and the effect of the smell was contained.

Looking closely inside the house, the relatively spacious open space is covered with beds, villagers with sallow faces and unkempt hair lying on the beds, unable to move, and several villagers wearing face protectors are responsible for their eating and defecation, but it does not look so easy.

When Bei Ji's eyes swept away, it was not difficult to see that the patients were extremely weak, and some of them even had difficulty opening their mouths to chew, not to mention turning over to defecate and changing the mattress to maintain hygiene.

"Village Chief ......" was taking care of several people in the room, and when they saw the old man coming in, they all put down their movements.

Bei Ji's expression was surprised, it turned out that the grandfather who asked was the village chief of this village.

The old man pursed his lips and motioned for them to continue, not to be disturbed, then turned his head and began to explain what had happened to Bei Ji in a low voice:

"A few days ago, the blacksmith of our village took more than ten villagers up the mountain to mine, and happened to find rare ores during the operation, and the villagers were enthusiastic for a while, and they did not finish until dark, but on the way back, they fainted one after another......

"Those with poor physique faint directly, and those of us with slightly stronger physique come back, with average physical fitness, and they don't faint directly but their steps are elegant, and they support each other back," a middle-aged man interjected on a bed not far away.

Bei Ji looked over, and the middle-aged man nodded to Bei Ji, although the man's face was not very good, there was no obstacle to his movements, although he was a patient, but he was different from other patients.

"He is a blacksmith from the blacksmith shop at the entrance of the village," the old man explained to Bei Ji, and returned to what he had just finished speaking: "The cause of the fainting is probably the inhalation of some unknown poisonous gas, and the symptom is what you see, the face is sallow, the body is weak and weak, and the most serious is that he can no longer speak." ”

In the short time that the old man and the blacksmith had explained, Bei Ji had roughly grasped most of the information, and the number of poisoned people was as high as twenty, including the elderly, women, and children.

The manual work of mining in the mountains is only reserved for young people, and it can only be understood that the young villagers who are mining are poisoned and return to the village when the poison gas is not fully inhaled into their bodies and pass the poison gas to the women and children in the village.

But after all, Bei Ji is not a doctor, and whether he knows the details or not cannot increase the chance of cure for him, without asking the bottom of it, Bei Ji walked to the nearest bed to him, and urged the treatment to start treating the little girl on the bed.

With his left hand, he held the little girl's hand that was exposed outside the futon, and smiled back at the little girl's big eyes that stared at him suspiciously, and the palm of Beiji's right hand was gently pressed against his forehead, conveying the essence of the healing technique.

Time passed minute by minute, dense beads of sweat appeared on Bei Ji's forehead, and after a long time, in the nervous eyes of everyone, Bei Ji slowly withdrew his palm, and his mood was low.

"How? Is the situation getting better? Seeing that Bei Ji had withdrawn his hand, the blacksmith hurriedly stepped forward and asked, and the village chief on the side also looked at Bei Ji nervously.

"The adhesion of the poisonous gas is very strong, it is difficult to disperse, and the corrosion caused to the meridians is very ineffective with healing alone," Bei Ji shook his head, this is the conclusion he has reached from the long contact.

When everyone heard this, they all sighed in disappointment, there were also medical warlocks who had tried before, and without exception they all stated that they needed rare medicinal materials as assistance, and the village chief traveled alone to many places and did not find them, but this time he hoped to see some miracles here in Beiji.

"Sure enough, without the assistance of medicinal herbs, it won't work......" the village chief muttered to himself, and wanted to leave.

"Still can't do it......" The blacksmith sighed as well, and sat back down in disappointment.

However, when the words 'medicinal herbs' and 'auxiliary' reached Bei Ji's ears, something instantly appeared in Bei Ji's mind.

After being stunned for a long time, Bei Ji, who came back to his senses, immediately transferred his mind to the storage space in his mind, flipped his palm and grasped it lightly, and an item was grabbed by him: "Okay, maybe it's ......."

In the midst of everyone's doubts, Bei Ji slowly spread out his palm, and a bottle of red healing potion lay in the palm of his hand, which was the bottle given by Ming Ji when he was in the prison of hell.