He turned and walked to the other side of the street, and soon disappeared into the darkening night.

Shi Jingwen didn't glance at the little girl who was still standing there until the man's figure disappeared, turned the front of the car, and galloped away.

"Raippi! I didn't know the winner, I ran away! ”

The little girl muttered a few words to the shadows next to her before she opened her calves and chased in the direction where the man had disappeared.

When Zhang Xiaoluo broke in in the middle of the night and appeared in front of Zhi Fei, she was always strong, and she cried.

The man in front of him had a sparse chest, his ribs on both sides were broken, and his chest collapsed deeply.

The bloody feet have been worn down to the leather shoes of the uppers.

She sat on her knees, hugged the unconscious man in her arms, and cried out.

Shi Shengnan had already called her before and told Zhi Fei that Zhang Xiaoluo might go to her, but Zhi Fei didn't expect Zhang Xiaoluo to come to him in such a way.

When a beast is injured, it will find a place that it thinks is safest and heal slowly.

After Zhang Xiaoluo ran hundreds of kilometers only by instinct, he finally returned to J City and returned to Zhifei's home, which he thought was the safest place in his heart.

The director of the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology, who had never taken leave, took a leave of absence, and she returned overnight to her hometown, a mountain village that was not even recorded in her file. She was also said to have returned with her seriously ill fiancé.

Xiangxi, known as the "ghost side" in ancient times, is the hometown where Zhifei grew up and lived for more than ten years.

Huadong, an extremely remote Miao village in the northwest of Xiangxi. There are nearly 1,000 Miao people in the village, and they have been propagated and inherited for thousands of years by driving corpses, witchcraft and other secret techniques in Xiangxi.

Zhi Fei didn't know much about the Xuanmen where Zhang Xiaoluo was, but she knew about the Case Investigation Department. The forces that can keep the mysterious case investigation agency silent, are something they can't afford to offend no matter what.

For Zhang Xiaoluo, for this man who has left a mark in her heart at some point, she finally returned to Xiangxi Huatong again after leaving for decades.

Zhi Fei is a Miao citizen in Xiangxi, to be precise, she used to be a member of the Huatong clan village in Xiangxi. Her name is still on the Huadong family tree.

That's enough!

In the depths of the smoky land of the mountains of Xiangxi, there is a huge bamboo village. The whole bamboo village is tightly enclosed by a bamboo wall that is more than ten zhang high, and there is only a gate on each side that can be paralleled by two horses, leading to the depths of the mountains.

The bamboo used for the bamboo wall is the thickness of a bucket, and the surface is covered with black spots that resemble "corpse spots".

On the bamboo wall, there is a small window every three zhang distance, and the hard black wood with a thick waist has been cut off the branches, sharpened the front end, and the bamboo wall stretches out obliquely from the small window.

In the position of the mountain in the bamboo village, there are tall or low bamboo buildings or bamboo houses, all of which are built by "corpse bamboo". The bamboo buildings are scattered, and they are arranged in a unique direction. On the north side of the bamboo village, there are large fields, in which common crops such as rice are planted, and from time to time there are groups of three or two, shoulder-resistant farm tools, and villagers dressed as farmers enter and exit the fields.

On the north side of the village, there is a dilapidated two-story bamboo building. The bamboo building is built next to the bamboo wall, and a group of children in bright costumes sit in the narrow corridor of the bamboo building. From time to time, puffs of white cooking smoke emerge from the window on the side of the bamboo building, which changes into various shapes with the refreshing mountain breeze.

All kinds of heroes in the world are invincible to a childish child.

In a corner of the village, there is a dilapidated bamboo house, the bamboo house is not big, barely sheltered from the wind and rain, the outside of the house is full of dust, obviously no one has cleaned it for many years.

On the bamboo bed in the house, Zhang Xiaoluo was lying quietly, as if sleeping.

The terrifying wound on his front chest had healed, and the pink new flesh buds were all over his chest, frantically absorbing the nutrients in Zhang Xiaoluo's body. However, the crushed ribs under the ribs on both sides of him, the scratches that almost tore the side of his chest, did not seem to heal at all.

Zhi Fei, who was accustomed to seeing all kinds of wounds, couldn't help but tremble all over her when she saw Zhang Xiaoluo's terrifying trauma that night.

Any trauma, if you were someone else, you would never survive, but Zhang Xiaoluo not only survived, but also ran hundreds of kilometers until he saw himself, and then fell to the ground.

He must be in pain!

Zhi Fei looked at the man on the bamboo bed, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked the face that she couldn't let go.

"Ah Fei, in a few days, it will be the ninth day, this time there will be a "Sheba Day" on the ninth day, if your man can get out of bed, you can take him with you then! I can pray for him. ”

Zhi Fei was slightly stunned, she vaguely remembered that "Sheba Day" was a festival of the Tu people in Xiangxi, when it started, and this festival began to be held in her own Miao Village.

The door of the bamboo hut was pushed open from the outside, and a peasant woman about 40 years old, dressed in Miao flower clothes, walked in with a quilt in her arms.

The peasant woman's face had the simple color of Miao Min, and the silver ornaments hanging from her head swayed with the night wind from time to time, colliding with each other, making a crisp sound.

"Okay, Degam, I remember!"

Demu is Hua Dong's honorific title for his uncles and aunts, and this peasant woman is Zhifei's aunt, Wuzhuyang.

"Your uncle should be back before the ninth day. When he comes back, let him take your man to Granny Qing's place, maybe it will get better sooner! ”

Wu Zhuyang looked at Zhang Xiaoluo, who was still lying on the bamboo bed, sighed lightly, put down the quilt in his arms, and whispered a few words to Zhi Fei, then turned around and went out.

Zhifei's uncle came back the next day, and when it was dark, he walked into the bamboo house left by Zhifei's parents, followed by two shy Miao teenagers about 20 years old, one of whom was carrying a simple bamboo sedan chair on his shoulder.

"Uncle, you have a good eye!"

Zhi Fei whispered hello to the clan uncle he hadn't seen for more than ten years, and nodded slightly to the two cousins.

"Your aunt told me everything. Alas, Fei girl, what happened back then...... Don't mention it, now I'll take your man to meet Granny Qing. Whether or not Hua Dong Witch Gu can save her depends on his own creation......"

Granny Qing is the Gu witch goddess in the clan.

After Zhifei's uncle finished speaking, he waved his hand to the two sons standing at the door, then turned around and walked out of the bamboo house.

The two Miao teenagers hurriedly stepped forward and helped Zhi Fei to help Zhang Xiaoluo sit on the bamboo sedan chair that had been placed on the ground, lifted the bamboo poles on both sides, and followed his father.

Zhi Fei, who has always believed that medical skills are the only right way, stood quietly outside the door, looking at the gradually disappearing back, tears blurring his eyes again.

"If I can't wake you up, I'll sleep here with you, okay?"

Xiangxi Gu art has been inherited for thousands of years, and it has its own uniqueness. When Zhang Xiaoluo was carried back again, although the wounds on his body were still there, he had barely opened his eyes.

"Crying for what? It's not like you! ”

Lying on the bamboo bed, looking at Zhi Fei who was sitting on the edge of the bed with teary eyes, Zhang Xiaoluo showed a smile on his face and comforted him softly.

As Zhang Xiaoluo woke up, the pink flesh on his chest grew faster, and it faintly spread to the ribs on both sides.

"I didn't expect you to be a Miao girl, and they all said that Miao girls were amorous, but ...... Ahem...... You don't look like that, either! ”

Zhang Xiaoluo laughed at Zhi Fei in a low voice, which made Zhi Fei's pale face a little bloody, and couldn't help but reach out and hold Zhi Fei's jade hand on the side of the bed.

"Talking nonsense as soon as you wake up!"

Zhi Fei let Zhang Xiaoluo hold it, she looked down at the reluctant smile on Zhang Xiaoluo's face, and there was an inexplicable pain in her heart.

"You lie down obediently, I'll go to Uncle's house to ask for something to nourish your body."

Zhang Xiaoluo lay there, watching the woman who had always shown a strong face wipe away her tears and walked out of the door.

The best way to recover from your injuries now is not the stewed chicken or something, maybe a whole live cow will work better.

Zhang Xiaoluo's heart sank, and he hurriedly suppressed this strange thought.

On this trip to Kyoto, Zhang Xiaoluo was extremely embarrassed. Although he completely surrendered control of his body to his instinct shortly after Shi Shengnan left, his instinct was much stronger than his own under the situation of hunting and killing.

But what is the origin of the little girl who instinctively made her cowardly as soon as she first came into contact? And the woman who rode the motorcycle at the end, why did she save herself?

It turns out that in his instinctive subconscious, is Zhifei the most trustworthy person? Or is it that instinctively already knew Zhifei's identity as a Miao girl?

Zhang Xiaoluo reached out and touched the wound under his armpit, and faintly felt a faint burning sensation on the wound. It was this burning sensation that kept the wildly spreading pink granules out of the wound again and again.

He was not worried about his injuries, and he did not experience more serious injuries, and in the end, he went to the obstetrics and gynecology department to become a doctor unscathed.

He was worried about Zhang Yu and Yuan Xuan. Zhang Yu's temporarily obscured eye should be open again. and Yuan Xuan, who is still in Kyoto, will she be implicated by herself? Although he didn't take Yuan Xuan's life and death to heart, if Yuan Xuan was implicated because of himself, it would be a different matter.

Zhang Xiaoluo lowered his head and pondered, and after a while, he felt that his head felt as if he was about to explode, and he couldn't help but smile wryly, and didn't think about it anymore.

Forget it, the most important thing now is to heal the injury first!

"Sheba Day" is a saying of the Tujia people in Xiangxi, and it is a kind of dance with a strong sacrificial color. After the completion of the Tujia sacrifice ceremony, the big drum will be beaten, the big gong will be sounded, and the patriarch will lead the people into the hand-waving flat while dancing and singing, in order to seek peace. This time, for some reason, the Miao people's village also had to carry out the sacrificial dance of "Sheba Day".

Since returning to the village, Zhifei has already changed into Miao girl costumes, bright Miao clothes, delicate silver jewelry, and a different style.

The wound on Zhang Xiaoluo's chest had healed, and the pink granulations had all been concentrated under the ribs on both sides, covering the terrible wound densely.

Zhi Fei may really want to pray for Zhang Xiaoluo, so he took Zhang Xiaoluo, who could barely get out of bed and walk around, dressed as an ordinary Miao person, to the Waving Handping.

"You stay obediently, I haven't been back for more than ten years, we have to reintegrate into Miao Village as soon as possible, this "Sheba Day" is a good opportunity. ”

After Zhi Fei sat down on a bamboo chair on the edge of the swinging hand, he explained a few words in a low voice, then turned around and walked towards the swinging handping, and disappeared into the countless Miao people who swayed lightly, singing and dancing.

Zhang Xiaoluo sat there, smiling, like a wolf cub that had just been born and had not yet grown its teeth and claws.

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