[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that the god stick used clumsy acting skills to flicker the villagers of the fishing village who were eager to save people and rushed to the hospital in a hurry. After getting the money, the god stick walked away. Mu Qingming and Mo Han visited Caohai at night, and saw that the broken reed was very strange, Mu Qingming broke off the broken reed and held it in his mouth, and tasted the blood stains left on the broken mouth, which was the blood of the old man. Drawing it out, Mu Qingming and Mo Han looked for a faint demonic aura that seemed to be nothing, and came to a small fishing village on the edge of the sea of grass. Finally, in the place where the demonic energy disappeared, I saw the child Han Damao who was frightened by the water demon. 】

In the moonless night, there is a layer of haze on the vast Dianchi Lake, bursts of waves wash the shore of the lake, and the night breeze gently blows the reeds.

On the edge of the sea of grass, on the shallow and flat shallows, the ethereal reed flowers fly down with the wind, fall into the lake and sway and roll with the waves lapping the shore.

Mu Qingming, who spit out the reeds in his mouth and frowned, muttered in the night breeze as if talking to himself: "But the old man is not like a human? ”。

He obviously heard Kuroko say that the rumored water demon looked like a human, but he carried a turtle shell on his back. In this way, it seems that this water monster is not a water tiger (a kind of ancient Chinese monster, which first appeared in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, and the last record is the "Compendium of Materia Medica", which says that this thing is more common in Hubei. That's the water monkey.

But he has been subduing demons and eliminating demons for a hundred years, and he knows the taste of all kinds of spirit blood well. He doesn't smoke or smoke opium, and he's not an alcoholic, and his sense of taste remains sensitive. As soon as I tasted it, I knew that the blood on the broken reed was the blood of the old snake, and it would never be wrong, but this was completely inconsistent with the rumors of the water demon.

What's more, the fracture on the reed, at first glance, is the fracture formed by the water column spit out after the old snake contains water, because the water column is cylindrical, so the fracture will be slightly semi-circular, like a crescent moon.

Whether it is a water tiger or a water monkey, in addition to being able to breathe with its lungs like a lungfish in the water, it has great strength and is familiar with water, and it will not spit water in its mouth.

"What's the old thing?" Mo Han gently pinned his sideburns, which were blown by the lake wind, behind his ears. After looking at Mu Qingming, he asked curiously, "Is it a water demon?" ”。

During the questioning, Mo Han had quickly recalled in her mind the demon clan she said she knew, but she didn't know a demon clan named Lao Yu.

"It should be said that it is a kind of spirit, that is, a kind of spirit in the water tribe that you demon clan said. Like the clam spirits in the sea and river, shrimp soldiers and crabs, they are all some spirits in the water. Mu Qingming moved to Mo Han's side, which was closer to the shore, and led her to a dry place on the shore, and then asked: "You should know the idiom of insinuation." ”。

As he came to the shore of Mohan, he turned his head a little.

"The insinuation was originally said to be a sting, because a spirit like a sand will hide in the water, take a mouthful of water with mud and sand, and spit it out to hurt people, so there is also the term insinuation." He went ashore and took off his shoes, poured them upside down from Mu Qingming, who was in the water of the shoe lake, and then said slowly: "It relies on a crossbow-shaped horizontal flesh born in its mouth to catapult the water column, and it is rumored that it shoots the water column straight into the figure, so it is called a projection." This spirit is only found in the south, but because its horizontal flesh secretes poisonous blood when it spits out a column of water, it mixes with it, so anyone who is injured by its column of water or sucks the column of water will have muscle cramps, headaches and fevers, and the dramatist will die. ”。

As soon as these words came out, Mo Han immediately blurted out in surprise, hurriedly grabbed Mu Qingming's shoulders, looked the other party up and down, and asked anxiously with concern: "Then are you okay?" What's uncomfortable? ”。 Before the words came out, his right hand had already let go of Mu Qingming's left shoulder, and his outstretched palm was lightly placed on Mu Qingming's forehead without hesitation, wanting to measure whether Mu Qingming's body temperature had changed.

There was blood on the reeds that Mu Qingming held in his mouth just now, and eighty percent of them were left by the old man, which frightened Mo Han.

"It's okay, I've already used Zhenqi to force out the toxins in my body." When Mu Qingming took her hand and removed it from his forehead, wisps of purple and black qi slowly floated out of his mouth and nose.

Then the purple-black qi was blown by the night wind, and it disappeared in an instant.

In the dark, Mo Han's demon eyes saw that Mu Qingming's face remained unchanged, and listening to the other party's even and gentle breathing, his hanging heart fell to the ground.

"However, since it is rumored that the water demon scared the child, and there are traces of the old snake appearing and spitting out the water column here, let's go to the nearby fishing village to see if any children have been inadvertently injured by the water jet spit out by the old dragon, or inadvertently sucked the water spit out by the old dragon." Mu Qingming said this, naturally squatted down, helped Mo Han take off the embroidered shoes one by one, poured out the lake water, and helped her put them on one by one.

"I noticed this thing just now, there is a faint demonic aura, extending from the lake in that direction." Mo Han, who groaned slightly, raised his hand and pointed to the east.

Mu Qingming, who glanced at the east, stood up, and looked in the direction of her finger again, only to see that under the night, there was a village in the distance.

He opened his eyes again and looked around, and could clearly see a small river that could only accommodate two small fishing boats in parallel, flowing out of Dianchi Lake and meandering eastward into the village, forming a bay of waterhole.

The waterhole is surrounded by lush trees, dotted with water gods such as calamus, reeds and water lilies, dotted on the shore like falling stars.

At the waterhole, dozens of fishing boats of various sizes stand side by side, quietly resting on the water, gently swaying from side to side in the night breeze. Looking beyond the waterhole, there is a village of adobe houses. In this way, it seems that this is a fishing village that depends on the water.

"Let's go over and take a look." Mu Qingming said this, took the hand of Mo Han who nodded, and the two of them then used the concealment spell at the same time, and the figure disappeared again on the shore of the sea of grass, leaving only a series of shallow footprints, in the darkness of the night, from the sea of grass towards the fishing village gradually extended.

This fishing village is not too far from the vast Dianchi Lake, and the winding river leading to the bow of the boat is only a hundred feet long. Mu Qingming and Mo Han only took about half a cup of tea to walk to the entrance of the fishing village. They stopped at the entrance of the village, looked around for a moment, and then walked slowly. I saw that this fishing village is not big, and there are about 100 households. The two stepped on the narrow bluestone road smoothed by time and came to the village. Between the bamboo shadows, the ancient adobe houses form a small courtyard with an Indian style, which stands on both sides of the bluestone road. The carved beams and painted eaves and quaint wooden door frames make them feel comfortable in the dark night and in the slight night breeze.

Although the two of them relied on the Concealment Charm to hide their figures, they could not hide the smell like Miaotian. As soon as they entered the village, they caused the dogs in the village to bark one after another, echoing between heaven and earth, breaking the tranquility of this fishing village under the dark night.

The barking of dogs woke up some of the sleeping villagers. When they looked away from the courtyard and saw nothing, they scolded the dogs for a while, so that the dogs shut up one after another, snorted and chirped back to the nest, and continued to sleep.

After walking in the village for a while, Mo Han stopped in front of a small courtyard in the east of the village, on the edge of the closed courtyard gate, and informed Mu Qingming with his mind that the demonic energy finally stayed in the courtyard.

Mu Qingming, who turned his head slightly, also saw a trace of black gas rising behind the adobe courtyard wall, which was not too high. It's like smoke coming out of lit wet wood. Sniffing lightly, you can also smell the smell of blood.

"Is it a rumor?" Mu Qingming muttered to himself in his heart; The rumors are less true and more false, and with the process of passing on ten or ten to hundreds, it is inevitable that there will be a lot of strange versions that deviate from the truth.

The only credible thing is that there is really a water demon in the Dianchi Lake. And judging from the unique fracture on the reed by the sea of grass, the blood stains on the fracture, and the demonic energy that extends into the fishing village, it is all evidence that the old snake appeared near the sea of grass.

After Mu Qingming glanced at Mo Han, the two of them jumped up in unison, came forward in mid-air, jumped over the courtyard wall and landed in the courtyard. There was only a slight sound, completely obscured by the night wind.

The main room in the courtyard was still lit, and the faint light of a lone lamp sprinkled in front of the house through the crack in the door and the window paper. Mu Qingming and Mo Han quietly walked over and stood in front of the door. Mu Qingming probed forward slightly, through the slight crack in the door, although he could only peep into the leopard in the house, he could still see a woman in the room kneeling on the ground, with her back to the door, and in the shrine deep in the room, the statue of the Bodhisattva with kind eyebrows kept begging: "The Bodhisattva Guanyin of great mercy, please show your spirit, save our family Han Damao, you must save him." I'm just a kid like him, how can I live if he's gone? ”。

The trembling begging was intermittent with grief, followed by bursts of sobbing. In this silent night, Mu Qingming's heart couldn't help but twitch when he heard it.

He straightened up, pulled the man who was about to lie down on the door, followed the crack in the door to the Mo Han, who peeked into the room, and walked towards the animals with demonic qi floating out.

The door of the East Room was just hidden, swaying gently in the night breeze, with occasional creaks. There were no lights in the room, and it was surrounded by darkness.

Mo Han and Mu Qingming dodged in one flash, and floated into the house along the door that was blown open by the night wind, showing a small crack in the door.

I saw that the furnishings in this house were extremely simple, so simple that the small east house seemed spacious, and there was a feeling of being surrounded by walls.

It is not difficult to see that the life of this family is not easy.

Seeing the injury, Mo Han couldn't help but think of the time when she was used by the Immortal Dao, and kept taking Mei Xiang around to seek medical treatment, and she lived such a hard life.

However, she was already kind, and she couldn't bear to use witchcraft to steal valuables, otherwise she wouldn't have lived such a hard life.

Fortunately, I met Mu Qingming later, and I finally came to the bitter end; Thinking of this, Mo Han couldn't help but clench Mu Qingming's broad hand.

Then she immediately noticed that Mu Qingming's eyes were fixed on the two stools in the room, and a simple small bed with a wooden plank.

Following Mu Qingming's gaze, he saw a thin futon with patches spread on the bed, and a boy with a board head was sleeping soundly on the bed.

The demonic qi slowly floated out from the seven orifices of his mouth and nose.

The child's cheeks were hot and red, his lips and eyes had begun to fester, and he was sweating profusely, his hands and fists were clenched, and he kept shivering.

At first glance, the child appears to have typhoid fever.

Mo Han seemed to see Mei Xiang in the seriously ill from the boy again, and he couldn't help but feel like a knife.

"It's poison indeed." Mu Qingming said to Mo Han with his thoughts.

Will Mu Qingming save this child? Will the child survive? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.