I hurriedly jumped out of the car and grabbed the old lady's arm: "Don't worry, although the old man's illness is not easy to treat, it is not hopeless." If you see if this will work, I'll go home with you and show the old man first. ”

"I can't guarantee that it will be cured, but don't worry, if you can't be cured, I don't want you a dime."

"Alas, alas, thank you, young man, thank you, this is really ......"

The old lady was so excited that her lips trembled, and she nodded again and again.

I waved my head at the poplar tree and asked him to close the stall, and I helped the old lady into the back seat of the car.

Seeing this, the man surnamed Wang licked his big face and followed, and smiled dryly: "I'll go too, I have to take care of my mother." ”

I ignored him and turned to help Poplar clean up.

But the surrounding voices came and went: "I know to take care of my mother now!" ”

"This beast is really not a thing!"

"Such a person will be punished sooner or later!"

The surnamed Wang didn't care about how others scolded him, and seeing that I didn't stop him, he quickly got into the back seat.

It wasn't until the car drove into the village that I distanced myself from the people who were following me, and I sat in the passenger seat, looking through the rearview mirror at the old lady's face, which was slightly red with excitement, nervous and a little worried.

All I did was to go home with the old lady.

From her, I actually sensed a faint trace of stubborn yin qi that was exactly the same as Zhao Chunquan's body!

Although this yin qi is so weak that it is almost impossible to detect it if I do not observe it attentively, this is the clue I am looking for.

Yin Qi only lingers on the surface of her body, in other words, she does not have a bardo curse, but on the other hand, the color under her cheekbones is blue and gray, and the Lord will have the pain of losing her husband in the near future, I think that trace of Yin Qi is probably contaminated from her husband, although I can't be completely sure, but at least I have to figure it out.

As for the surname Wang, if he hadn't killed him halfway and almost messed up my business, I wouldn't have bothered to look at him squarely.

The few words of fortune that broke him couldn't be simpler.

The reason why I saw that he was in a car accident was because he only wore a shirt inside his sable, which was a way to wear, in this season, he could freeze into a popsicle by walking for half an hour, and he could see at a glance that he usually had a car to travel, but he didn't drive today, where did the car go?

In addition, his movements were slightly stiff and sluggish, obviously he had just been subjected to a violent concussion, and the two phases corroborated it, and it was easy to conclude that the car had hit, scrapped or sent for repair, and he was lucky not to be injured, but he was almost shaken apart.

And the fact that his woman was hospitalized is easier to see through.

He smelled of disinfectant and had a lipstick mark under his ear, apparently kissed by a woman in the hospital not long ago.

He looked at the person who ran to five, even if his wife was young, under normal circumstances, it should be at least forty or so, and that lipstick was a newly popular male color, not the type that middle-aged women liked, plus he still remembered to wipe it twice, obviously he didn't want people to see it, so it was inferred that it would not be the Zhenggong Niangniang who kissed him, and the possibility of the junior was the majority.

His face is dark red in the descendant palace, it should be that the woman in the family is pregnant, with his posture, most of the main palace has already become a decoration, which one is pregnant? As for the matter of dying in three days and taking the old lady home, haha, I'm just scaring him.

The set of iron-mouthed gods on the rivers and lakes, in fact, is similar to what I played, most of it is based on speculation based on words and colors, if unfortunately there is no word, there is naturally a stubble to pick up, so I will not repeat it here.

What made me nervous was that I finally found a clue, which was similar to what I estimated, and Zhao Chunquan was not the only one who fell under the yin curse.

Zhao Chunquan's situation is already very urgent, if the old lady's husband is also tortured by the Yin curse and is about to die, it means that the people who have fallen under the Yin curse are likely to die in large numbers in the near future, and there is not much time left for me.

But I don't even know how many people have fallen under the curse, so how can I not worry.

The car stopped in front of the old lady's house, and before I could enter the door, the breath in front of the house and behind the house made me frown.

The whole courtyard is so gloomy that if you sprinkle a handful of beans here, the sound of the explosion will never be worse than a hanging of earth red.

Yang Shu and I carried the old lady into the house, and the surnamed Wang followed behind.

When I entered the house, I wanted to kick the surname Wang.

The house was dirty and tattered, and I don't know how long it had been since anyone had cleaned it up completely, and the broken bottles and jars that the old lady had picked up were almost all piled up in the hall, and the pungent smell made people cry!

Even if they were to pick up rags, these things would only be thrown in the yard, but the old lady hid them in the house as if she were a treasure, either for fear that the neighbors would lose face for her son, or she was reluctant to throw them outside, for fear of being stolen.

In either case, or both, this person surnamed Wang actually let this go and turned a blind eye, and should be thrown into the infernal hell, punished by the never-ending torture for the crime of killing his father and mother!

I endured my anger and went into the house with the old lady to see her wife, and saw the old man lying motionless on the kang, the bedding on his body was exposed with cotton wool, and before he got close, he could smell the smell of choking urine, and I don't know how long no one had dismantled and washed it.

The surnamed Wang covered his nose and stood far away with a look of disgust.

The old lady was very embarrassed and said to me: "Let you suffer, the old man seems to be urinating again, I will wipe his ...... first"

I kicked the surnamed Wang with a whip leg and slammed it into the edge of the kang: "I don't want to die, scrub him now, if I see you frowning, I don't have to accept you, I'll cramp and skin you now!" ”

As I spoke, I had already figured out the three-edged thorn and buckled it upside down in my hand.

The surnamed Wang turned around and wanted to speak, but when he saw my fierce face, the cold light flashing in his hand, he was frightened and swallowed back the words on his lips.

But the old lady felt sorry for her son, and stepped forward to pull him tremblingly: "Son, it's not ...... to knock"

The surnamed Wang wanted to get rid of her, but when he saw me staring at me, he wanted to get angry but didn't dare, so he had to honestly help the old man scrub.

I put the three-edged thorn into my sleeve with my backhand, so as not to startle the old lady, and then stepped forward with the poplar tree to help clean up the old man, and when everything was done, the old man was still standing motionless on the kang, but I had already figured out the situation.

Although this old man does not have such terrifying injuries as Zhao Chunquan, his limbs and torso are all severely edema, and he pinched a pit with his hand, which cannot be recovered for a long time.

"Auntie, I can cure this disease, uncle, but I have to ask you something first."

When the old lady heard that she could be cured, she was so excited that her old eyes were full of tears, and she didn't know what to say when she held my hand, but just nodded.

"Is there a tobacco field on the edge of the village?"

"Yes, fifteen acres, fifteen acres."

"Did someone come to the door some time ago and say they wanted to buy land from you?"

"I can't sell it, that's our roots, and there's no land......"

Halfway through her words, the surnamed Wang couldn't help but snort: "What can't be sold, don't sell, you go to plant?" ”

I turned my head to stare at him, the breath on my body was slightly released, and the legs surnamed Wang were weak, and I sat down on the ground in shock.

Without waiting for me to ask, he panicked and said, "Yes, someone wants to buy my land, that is, Gao Fakui, who raises chickens, he wants to buy it." But the old thing, uh, no, no, it's my mother who won't let me sell it, 500,000 yuan, and she won't sell it if people give 500,000. ”

When I heard this, my heart sank.

Things turned out to be exactly what I expected.

"Get up and speak."

The surnamed Wang trembled and climbed up, half of his buttocks were stained with the edge of the kang, and he didn't dare to sit down.

"What's your name, I see that you are in this area, you should be considered a good mix, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay, my name is Wang Wei."

"You can help me do one thing, before it gets dark, find out for me how much real estate Kuifa Company wants to buy, and which village and which household. In these people's families, you don't care about any of the diseases they have, just count how many people are seriously ill and about to die. ”

As soon as Wang Wei heard that I had something to ask him, he subconsciously wanted to put up a shelf, but the breath on my body was lifted, and his face suddenly turned like earth, and he nodded and agreed: "Okay, no problem, a few phone calls, you can see." ”

The aura of the Holy Realm is absolutely fatal to an ordinary person who has no backbone, and the subtle majesty and terrifying pressure can make people feel awe in their hearts, and they dare not have the slightest disobedience.

I can't do it casually in the market, but now that there is no one else, what else can I be polite to rotten garlic like Wang Wei.

Wang Wei obediently started to call, and before it got dark, I got the news I wanted.

But this news shocked me.

In Zhengyang and Yuanji villages, a total of 103 households were involved in the acquisition of land by Kuifa Company, and the difference was only the amount of land, and more than 30 of these people were terminally ill, and seven of them had died in the past two months.

I heard it all the time, what does this Gao Fa Kui want to do!

Now I think back to my master's last words.

The Year of the Dog is a chicken plague god laughing!

The "plague god" here refers to, really, chicken plague?

At this time, Wang Wei also noticed something, looking at the unconscious old man on the kang, thoughtful, his face was like earth.

If there were no survey statistics, maybe no one would have noticed the connection between these things, but looking at it at this time, the situation is a bit terrifying, why are there so many seriously ill people in the families of the people who have contact with Kuifa Company?

Seven people died in two months, and this matter may not be a big deal if it is spread evenly among nearly 2,000 households in two villages, but if it is evenly spread among 100 and 3 households, this mortality rate may make people shudder a little.

What's even more strange is that these families who have suffered serious illnesses and dead people either refuse to sell their land, or they sit on the land with the intention of becoming nail households. Of course, there are also people like Zhao Chunquan who come to the door to ask for accounts, in short, they have all found a lot of trouble for Kuifa Company, if this is also a coincidence, it is too coincidental!

This matter does answer the sentence "Baizi Xiu", if these nearly forty people are killed by the curse and turn into resentful spirits to wander, then how many of their families will die? I'm afraid the number of 100 people is too little!

Fortunately, I used the sword technique, otherwise I would never have imagined that Gao Fakui would have such courage.

Thinking of this, I stared at Wang Wei with a sneer: "Do you know what it means to die a household register?" ”

Wang Wei shuddered violently, still in disbelief: "Can't ......"

"If your old man is gone, and the old lady is too sad and can't afford to get sick, who will deal with the tobacco fields?"

"It's ...... mine."

I couldn't help but sneer: "What if you die again? ”