My stomach was really bad, and the feeling of not vomiting stuck in my throat, and I vomited several times, only to vomit white water.

Grandpa waited for a while, frowned, didn't know what he was talking about, turned around and went into the kitchen again.

The meal was also very difficult, and after the meal I became sleepy, and my grandfather carried me back to the back room and walked out of the house without saying a word.

But when I got to bed, I didn't feel so sleepy, and then I heard the sound of "dong dong" chopping vegetables from the kitchen, and I was a little curious about how grandpa made such an unpalatable meal.

Driven by curiosity, I crept out of bed, moved to the door, and poked my head out to look into the kitchen.

Grandpa stood in front of the stove, holding a big kitchen knife in his hand, slashing at the cutting board one by one, and muttering strange words in his mouth, "Why can't you spit it out?" It stands to reason that this should be enough......"

It turns out that Grandpa really wants me to throw up?

I was stunned for a moment, not understanding why my grandfather did this, and when I was about to lie down on the kang again, my grandfather began to talk again.

"It stands to reason that he shouldn't be able to digest Long Dan now, so he still has to increase the weight a little?"

Long Dan? What is Longdan?

I touched my round belly and tilted my head curiously, grandpa's behavior was too strange.

At this time, there was a voice at the door, and the grandfather turned pale, dropped the kitchen knife and closed the kitchen door, and strode into the yard.

I immediately shrank down to prevent him from seeing me, but I was really curious, grandpa hadn't gone to buy vegetables for a few days, where did those vegetables come from?

Seeing that my grandfather opened the door and went out, I stepped to the kitchen and pushed the door open.

The stove was too high for me, so I lifted the stool next to me, stepped on it, and looked in the direction of the cutting board.

It was covered with crimson things like animal entrails, and it was bloody, and I was even more disgusted to look at.

Stretched out my hand and poked it, it was still hot, and immediately my fingertips were stained red, and when I took it to my nose and smelled it, it was a fishy smell, the same as the food I ate.

Is it blood?

Seeing that there were still animal organs next to me that had not been chopped, I curiously picked up one of them and held it in the palm of my hand, which was heavy.

It's about the size of my two palms, and it's shaped like a chicken heart made for me by my mother.

Just as I was about to continue my research, I heard footsteps at the door, and I immediately exited the kitchen and closed the door, ran to the back room, and wiped the blood off with the sheets.

"Hey, hey, boss, this batch is fresh." A shrill and awkward voice came, with a bit of high-pitchedness.

"Hmm." Grandpa responded, "These people's hearts are probably enough for me for three days." ”

Three days? Popularity? What's that?

I pulled the quilt over my body, and I felt scared for no reason.

Who the hell is talking to Grandpa? What they say about the human heart...... Could it be the minced entrails on the chopping board?

Thinking of this, my whole body began to chill, my body couldn't stop shaking, and my stomach was tumbling for a while.

"But boss, you just suck it out with your mouth, why do you have to go to such great lengths to make pills for that kid to eat? What a waste...... And if you fail halfway, people's hearts will immediately rot, it's too wasteful, right? ”

The shrill voice seemed to be dissatisfied, and I noticed that when he spoke, there was a "hiss" sound in his voice, which was very similar to ...... It's a lot like the sound I made when I accidentally stepped on a yellow-skinned tail before.

"You know!" Grandpa scolded angrily, "That child is still a child, can Lao Tzu touch a child's body?" ”

I couldn't understand what Grandpa was saying, and when I heard Grandpa's footsteps approaching, I hurriedly buried my face in the quilt and pretended to be asleep.

Grandpa seemed to circle around me, muttering something unbelievable, and then went back to the kitchen.

The moment I heard the kitchen door close, I sat up and slashed at my throat, trying to pull out all the food I had eaten in the past two days, but I didn't vomit anything from my own tears and snot and the burning pain in my throat.

Why did Grandpa do this to me? Why do you want to feed me...... Popularity?

When it was time for dinner, I naturally refused to eat again, and I was afraid of my grandfather's strange eyes, so I simply pretended that I couldn't wake up and hid under the quilt.

But grandpa didn't think it was so easy to let me go, dragged me out of the quilt, and carefully watched my eyes move.

But in the past, when my grandfather saw me sleeping like this, he would definitely not care about me, and he was reluctant to wake me up when I slept in the dark, but now he actually dragged me to the ground directly in order to let me eat that weird meal.

The immature back against the concrete floor was cold and uncomfortable.

"This kid, why can't you wake up?" Grandpa got so close to me that my breath was spitting on my face, "Didn't you put too much dose at noon?" ”

Luckily, I pretend to be a first-class sleeper on weekdays, and if my grandfather sees something, he will feed me those fishy ......

But I didn't expect that grandpa would actually do it.

Seeing that I couldn't get up no matter how much I shook and tossed, he simply brought the food, hugged me on a small chair, and tried to knock my mouth open and force me.

As soon as I smelled the tip of my nose, I began to resist, clenching my teeth to prevent him from putting the chopsticks and spoon into my mouth.

On a weekday, my grandfather would have seen that I was pretending to be asleep.

After feeding me several times, the food fell on the floor and almost fell off, and my grandfather didn't know what to curse and threw me back on the bed.

Looks like he's given up feeding me.

Once I relax my mind, the sleepiness can't stop coming, but I still hold on, in case my grandfather comes to feed me again, the previous resistance will be versatile.

After about ten minutes, I heard the sound of my grandfather going out, and at this time I finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

I slept very strangely, my eyes were closed, and it was dark all around, but suddenly I had to open my eyes when I was pierced by a bright light.

Suddenly there was an incredible scene in front of my eyes, and standing in front of me was a similar shape...... Much like a shadow of a girl? It's not much like a shadow, it's more like a large "light bulb".

The blinding white light came from her.

But for some reason, I especially wanted to be close to such a light, which gave me a very gentle but sacred feeling.

"Who are you?" I tried to take a step closer, but it felt like it was taking a step back, and no matter how I walked, I couldn't get to its side.

"Qin Xian."

Well, it actually knows my name.

Its sound is very good, soft and gentle, like a small wind blowing at the entrance of the village.

"I'm Qin Xian, who are you?" Curious, I reached out to catch the light, but in the end I couldn't catch anything.

I heard it sigh, "Qin Xian, don't you know my name?" ”

Shaking his head in confusion, looking at its figure, it is not like the second girl in the village, nor is it like Cuilan...... Well, who else can it look like? The only people in our village who are similar to it are Erya and Cuilan.

"Eh......" it let out a long sigh, "Qin Xian, you've really made a big mistake." ”

I pointed to the tip of my nose and was a little surprised: "Me?" ”

"Yes, I was the python that had passed the thunder tribulation, and I could turn into a Jiao after just a moment of respite, but I didn't want to be caught by your grandfather and damage my body, and you, an ignorant little doll, ate my demon pill."

I didn't understand what it said, but I did eat the python meat that my grandfather brought back, could it be that this is what it calls flesh?

I immediately panicked and quickly apologized, "Hug ...... Sorry, I didn't know it was yours, flesh, flesh? I was just...... That ......"

I'm a bit incoherent, I stutter when I speak, and I always feel like I've done something wrong, and I have to apologize for doing something wrong.

It was silent for a long time before it spoke, "That's it, a cultivator like me will also help others survive disasters in the future, and I also need your help to reshape my physical body." ”

Hearing that I could help, I hurriedly nodded, "No problem, no problem, what can I do?" ”

I felt that it seemed to smile slightly, "This matter is not in a hurry for the time being, you have eaten my demon pill, it will take a while to digest it, and when that day comes, you ...... It's just that right now you're in a dangerous situation. ”

"Dangerous?"

"Yes, Qin Xiong is your grandfather?"

I nodded.

"In the past few days, is Qin Xiong a little abnormal?"

I immediately thought of the scene I found before I went to bed, and I was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, "How do you know?" ”

"Now that my dragon soul is in your body, I can know anything that happens in the outside world, Qin Xian, listen well, Qin Xiong is now possessed by the yellow skin, what he gives you every day is the Huang Dan Pill made of the human heart, that pill is not poisonous, and it will not endanger your life, he just needs you to spit out my demon pill."

What exactly is the Demon Pill? When did I eat that thing?

I panicked even more, "That'...... If I can't spit it out, will the yellow skin disembowel me? "Thinking of that picture, I was so scared that I almost cried, and my voice was a little crying.

"It's not going to happen, you're still a child, and you can't do anything about it. Coupled with the protection of the demon pill, the yellow skin moves a single hair of your hair, and he can't get any benefits. It's just that Qin Xiong's current condition is not good, his spirit and spirit are all dragged by the yellow skin, and in a few days, Qin Xiong is only afraid that he will die violently. ”