The old king was panicked and dazed, he didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't know what to say.

"Because you've been worried about everyone for so long, let's say what your intentions are in doing this?"

"It's just, it's too much!"

"He must have done it on purpose, maybe there is some ulterior motive, tie him up quickly!"

Everyone is indignant, and you are complaining every word.

The old king's speech was not good, and he couldn't speak when he was frightened by everyone.

He was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but one of the villagers simply took a rag and gagged him because he wanted to argue.

"Uh-huh......"

The old king struggled twice, and wanted to run away in desperation.

However, the villagers immediately caught him back, and the flowers were tied up and carried away.

All the way they carried the old king's head to the small altar in the center of the town.

"Burn him! Burn him! ”

"Who knows if he is possessed by something, only by doing so can we completely restore our peace."

"That's right, burn him!"

The villagers shouted loudly and excitedly.

When they arrived at the place, they put down the old king's head and tied it to a wooden frame.

The old king was really scared now, but because he was gagged, he couldn't say anything, so he could only twist his body desperately, and a humming sound came out of his throat.

The villagers gathered around and shouted loudly.

The man in charge walked up slowly with a torch in his hand, and his face was hideous.

"Evil, take your life!"

The old king watched the torch get closer and closer to him, and the expression on his face gradually changed from horror to anger, and finally to despair.

He was still struggling at the end, shaking his head, indistinct words coming out of his throat.

In the crowd, Tang Chuyao carefully distinguished, and she heard Lao Wangtou's voice as if to say, "It's not me."

The torches were getting closer and closer, and they were about to light the pyre at the old king's feet.

"Wait!"

At the last moment, Tang Chuyao spoke out in time to stop the man's movements.

Hearing this, everyone looked at the source of the sound and found that it was Tang Chuyao, and they all frowned in unison.

"Girl, why did you stop him?"

"yes, why don't you let us burn him?"

Everyone didn't understand Tang Chuyao's behavior, and they questioned and complained.

Faced with doubts, Tang Chuyao did not hurry to explain, but walked onto the altar without hurrying.

She stood on it, turned around, and stood with her hands in her hands.

"Maybe we misunderstood something, maybe he didn't come out on purpose to scare everyone, maybe there was some illness, I don't know. How can we just kill a life just by guessing? ”

Hearing this, the crowd below was silent, and everyone still had doubts about Tang Chuyao's statement.

Seeing this, Tang Chuyao was not in a hurry, and looked calm.

After all, this town is closed and backward, and the theory of gods and ghosts is regarded as the upper line in them.

It is probably useless to insist on arguing strongly.

After a moment of silence, the crowd became a little agitated.

"Then how do you know if he's sick or not?"

Just when everyone was talking and undecided, a villager asked questions on behalf of everyone.

"I'm a doctor, I'll find out if he's suffering from a disease or not."

With that, Tang Chuyao came to the old king's side.

She untied one of the old king's hands from the wooden frame and placed it on his wrist.

Seeing the old Wangtou's excited and frightened expression, Tang Chuyao smiled and comforted: "Don't be nervous, I'm taking your pulse." ”

In less than half a pillar of incense, Tang Chuyao simply checked the old king's head.

Now she was more sure that the old Wang Tou was indeed suffering from illness, and she quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

"The results came out, and he was indeed suffering from a disease, sleepwalking."

"Sleepwalking?"

The villagers were skeptical of the result.

They look at me, I look at you, and shook their heads suspiciously.

"I've never heard of it."

"I don't think it's credible, since it's sleepwalking, isn't there movement as soon as you sleep? So why was it so quiet the first two days? ”

The villagers in the audience questioned one after another.

Hearing this, the old king's eyes suddenly widened, and he struggled even more.

Seeing this, knowing that he seemed to have something to say, Tang Chuyao hurriedly took off the rags from his mouth for him.

"Everyone, listen to my explanation, the first two days were because I heard that the village was haunted, and I was so scared that I didn't dare to sleep for two days."

The old king explained very aggrievedly, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"It's not like there has been no movement, and then I heard Miss Tang say that it's not a big deal, and I'm very tired from staying up two days ago, so I fell asleep."

His mouth had been gagged just now, and he couldn't explain what was going on.

Now he finally figured it out, and his hanging heart finally let go.

Tang Chuyao nodded, understanding what had happened, she raised her eyebrows at Chu Tianchen beside her.

Chu Tianchen came to his senses and went over to loosen the tie for the old king's head.

"Now you know, he didn't mean it." Tang Chuyao explained for the old king.

"I see, okay, okay."

The villagers finally understood the truth, and then they all nodded and agreed.

The old king's head had been tied for a long time, and when he just relaxed, he almost couldn't stand, and he was about to fall forward.

Fortunately, Chu Tianchen quickly helped him.

He staggered to Tang Chuyao's side, tears on his face.

"Thank you, little girl, it's just my illness, I wonder if you can prescribe a few medicines so that I can recover as soon as possible?"

"Yes, you can help the old king, we are also frightened!"

"Girl, you are kind and knowledgeable, please help!"

There was pleading one after another.

In the face of everyone's request, Tang Chuyao was not easy to refuse.

In fact, if the slightest deviation of sleepwalking is a disease, it will make people more sick, but now......

Tang Chuyao looked at the eager eyes of the villagers, and decided to give it a try, after all, there was a glimmer of hope if he tried.

Tang Chuyao asked people to help people up, took out the bag to administer needles to people, and after a while, the old king was sweating profusely.

"Oh girl, there's nothing wrong with your needle, right?" Some people can't stand it anymore, so they strike first.

Tang Chuyao frowned.

"Don't talk, it'll be fine soon."

About an hour later, Tang Chuyao was trembling and finished applying the needle, and ordered someone to help the person to wipe the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Okay, there should be no problem."

The old king nodded, grateful.

"Thank you so much, girl!"

"This is just one time, I may give you injections every day in the future, and then don't go out at night for the next few days, rest early, and lock the door if you are afraid of sleepwalking."

Tang Chuyao's decent technique amazed everyone.

This girl is so young and has such a brilliant medical skill, she is really a genius!

"Then, how long are you going to give me the needle?"

I don't know the bottom of people's hearts, after all, it's not a way to go on like this.

What if the door is locked all the time, and if it is opened at night, it affects others?

"Three days."

Tang Chuyao said the longest deadline.

In fact, sleepwalking is just too excited during the day, and it is good to calm him down at night.

Although it is a simple illness, no one in this village understands this, so they slowly ignore the old man.

In the past three days, Tang Chuyao gave injections to Lao Wangtou every day, and on the fourth day, his condition was really cured, and he was quiet all night.

"Old man, from now on, you have to rest on time, and I won't bother too much."

"Girl, it's all here, just take some things and leave, this is a thank you gift."

The old man brought fresh taro, and Tang Chuyao didn't know whether to take it or not for a while.

"This ......"

"This is also a little bit of my old man's heart, don't shirk it, let's take it quickly."

"In that case, it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Tang Chuyao smiled slightly, and happily took the taro, which was full of two hemp bags, which was really enough for Tang Chuyao to mention.

After a long journey, Tang Chuyao and his party finally returned to the familiar town.

"Alas, I've done a lot of good things along the way!"

Tang Chuyao looked at the crowd of people coming and going on the street, and was full of emotion.

Chu Tianchen was also moved by Tang Chuyao's enthusiasm.

If everyone is as relieved as this girl, how beautiful the world should be?

"I'm tired, why don't you take a break."

Chu Tianchen touched Tang Chuyao's head, and his eyes were full of doting.

"General, my subordinates have come to pick you up."

Like the wind.

Tang Chuyao just wanted to say something, but found that his words were interrupted by this sudden voice, and only then did he realize that only Rufeng came alone.

Rufeng is Chu Tianchen's entourage, and he is also his confidant, it seems that the henchman is really knowing, knowing that Chu Tianchen doesn't like to be lively, so he came to pick it up alone.

"Is that you?"

Chu Tianchen originally wanted to live a two-person world with Tang Chuyao, but who knows......

"General, my subordinates specially gave you the wind and dust, and you have worked hard all the way."

Tang Chuyao happened to be hungry at this time, and when he heard that there was something to eat, his eyes suddenly brightened.

Rufeng took the two of them to the teahouse and ordered a table of dishes, Tang Chuyao looked at the dishes on the table and the empty seats, and suddenly thought of something.

"Tianchen, I'll go and pick up my father and mother, it's just lively!"

Chu Tianchen knew that Tang Chuyao hadn't been home for a long time, and he must have missed home at this moment, so he didn't refuse.

On the other hand, there was laughter and laughter in the courtyard of the Tang family, and Rou was playing in the yard with Mi Tuan, who was born a naughty bag, even if he showed him a mud, he would be happy for a long time.

When Rou saw Tang Chuyao, he couldn't help but open his mouth to be disgusted.

"You dead girl, why did you come back?! Isn't it wild outside! ”

"Mother!"

Tang Chuyao hugged Rou's arm and coquettishly.

"Isn't my daughter back, and she brought you new clothes, you see!"

Tang Chuyao lit up the clothes in front of Rou's eyes, and the soft fabric immediately made Rou's love it.

"You have a bit of a conscience."

Tang Chuyao knows her mother very well, she is a knife mouth, and she blames herself, but in fact, she likes this dress very much.