The patriarch had never encountered such a situation, and although there had been cases where the treatment had not been good before, it was the first time that the first step from the spiritual power into the body had failed.

"Sect Leader, am I cured of this illness?"

After feeling that the foreign spiritual power was ejected, Tang Mo raised his eyes pitifully and asked.

Sure enough, Xiao Tao's guess was right, the secret of this treatment was not in the medicine worm at all, but in the spiritual power treatment of the sect chief.

Tang Mo, who had figured out the bottom, didn't dare to act rashly anymore, she was now in someone else's territory, and she was not afraid of the patriarch alone.

But if the grass startles the snake, the entire Wuxi Village will attack her in groups, and it will be really a little troublesome.

As for how to get this secret out of the mouth of the patriarch, it is still necessary to think about it in the long run.

At this time, the spiritual power that had been rebounded in the sect chief's mind had not stabilized, and his head was aching faintly.

"I understand your disease, but there are no matching medicine worms yet, and after we go to the place you said in a few days to catch a batch of worms, I will make medicine for you."

"Okay, then thank you Sect Chief."

The two of them each had their own thoughts, and their faces were more sincere than the other.

On the way out of the sect leader, Tang Mo's mood was much lighter, and now at least he knew about the spiritual power treatment, and sure enough, this Wuxi Village had what she wanted.

She won't leave without getting this secret, and Tang Mo has no habit of returning empty-handed.

On the second day of coming to Wuxi Village, walking on the road again, the house construction is not as shocking and mysterious as the first time I saw it yesterday.

However, those weird paintings on this wall were created by the patriarch himself in order to hide people's eyes?

Tang Mo randomly picked the wall of a house and approached it, and smeared it on the wooden board with a dye that he couldn't tell what it was.

The patterns are all broken, like crooked lines that are intertwined, making it impossible to see what it is.

Tang Mo's eyes were staring at the lines tightly, although she couldn't understand them, she always felt that there was a mysterious power that attracted her.

I don't know if it's because I've been staring at it for too long, just when Tang Mo was trying to clear those lines, his eyes suddenly became dizzy, and Tang Mo involuntarily took a step back.

"Are you alright?"

Xiaohu happened to pass by, and saw Tang Mo's body swaying as if he was about to fall, so he hurriedly came over to support her.

"It's fine."

Tang Mo took a step back and blinked vigorously.

Maybe I was too tired yesterday, and I stayed up for half a night at night and waited for everyone to sleep and go out to see the half-finished products of the medicine insects, so I didn't have a good rest.

"What are you doing here?"

Xiaohu has a weapon in his hand and is dressed very neatly.

"Go out to hunt, only bring back the loot and hand it in, we will have food for this day."

Xiaohu roughly told Tang Mo about the situation in Wuxi Village.

It turned out that Wuxi Village was not as simple as everyone rumored, and they also had to go out hunting every day.

However, their activities were very close, and they had to come back every night, hand over all the loot, and then wait for the patriarch to give them a small amount of food as a necessity for survival.

The loot can't be hidden at all, once it is discovered, the sect chief will not care about you if you get sick in the future, and the medicine worm has nothing to do with you.

Many of the elderly who are lonely and widowed do not have labor there, so naturally they cannot get food.

Too many old people didn't survive this year, and now most of the people who can be left in Wuxi Village are useful people.

This is the real squeezing of labor, or the squeezing of an entire village at once.

Tang Mo smacked his tongue in his heart.

This sect chief is really ruthless enough to do things, but he has the trump card of medicine insects that makes the villagers respect him very much.

No wonder in such a world, he can feed himself so fat without doing anything.

At the same time, the spiritual supernatural person, look at the people who mix it.

Feelings: This is a living Buddha enshrined by the villagers of Wuxi Village.

However, the people here won't even listen to Xiao Tao's words, so Tang Mo naturally won't be bored with himself, so he said goodbye to Xiaohu and went home.

Xiaohu's parents are not at home at this time, although the two of them can't kill the alien beasts, but they go to the patriarch's house to find some work to do, maybe they can mix a little bit of food.

Xiao Tao's room was not closed, and Tang Mo glanced inside when he passed by.

Xiao Tao was still leaning on the head of the bed and reading a book.

Tang Mo saw the cover of the book, it was Zhou Yi gossip and something like that, and the pattern on the cover immediately attracted Tang Mo.

She vaguely felt that the pattern seemed to be a little familiar, and involuntarily knocked on the door and entered Xiao Tao's room.

"Sister, are you back?"

There is one more person in the family who can understand his own words and is willing to listen to his own words, and Xiao Tao feels very happy.

"What are you looking at?" Tang Mo pointed to the book in Xiao Tao's hand.

"Gossip map, look at the play, does my sister like this too?"

In fact, Xiao Tao couldn't understand it, but the books at hand had been read by herself, so she had no choice but to turn out some of her grandfather's books from the bottom of the box and look at them to relieve her boredom.

Tang Mo took the book handed over by Xiao Tao and flipped through it casually.

"Are those paintings on the houses in the village from before?"

"Well, I heard my grandfather say that when he was a child, Wuxi Village was very interested in Zhou Yi gossip. Later, the younger generation declined. ”

Tang Mo was a little sorry to hold the book in her hand, in fact, she still likes these things, but unfortunately now those old people who understand are no longer there.

"Little Momo, are you an alien?" Tang Mo asked suddenly.

"Yes, the spirit department, it's strange to say, most of the supernatural people in our village are spirit departments."

"Then why don't you use your mental power to heal yourself?"

There is no official precedent for the use of mental power to heal others, but the healing effect of mental power on oneself has been documented in the research institute's paper.

"Although it's a spiritual department, I'm too sick, and the mental power attribute value is too low, so it's useless."

How could Little Peach not have tried it?

No one wants to die, it's just that they really have no choice but to give up hope.

"Can you lend me this book?"

Zhou Yi gossip is a kind of book, you can't understand it if you read it shallowly, and you can only understand it by slowly reading and thinking about it.

Seeing Tang Mo's interest, not only this one, Xiao Tao suddenly took out a stack of books in this area and handed them to Tang Mo.

Most of these books were compiled by the old people in Wuxi Village, with a history of hundreds of years, and they embody the efforts of many people.

"If Grandpa, they knew that someone could be interested in these inheritances, they would definitely be happy under the Nine Springs!"

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