"What if I have a delusion in my heart?" Shen Jiangtao couldn't help asking.

Ji Zhen was stunned for a moment and scratched his head: "Even if you have delusions, as long as you don't say it in your mouth, no one will know." ”

Shen Jiangtao shook his head: "This method doesn't work. ”

"What a great opportunity...... "Ji Zhen muttered: "Then I can only use the third method, I can use the Yayake Spiegel Method to control the poisoning in the star fruit body for two months." ”

"Two months!" Shen Jiangtao was particularly worried.

Ji Zhenyi waved his hand: "You wait for me to finish." ”

Then he said the third way to crack it, because the death drop and the chrysalis yuan drop are one, and the poison is difficult to eliminate, and Shen Jiangtao is unwilling to use the first two methods, so he can go directly to the origin of the witch Gu and find something that can remove the two Gu poisons at the same time.

Traces really know a kind of wick, as long as it is worn for a long time, it can drive away the pupa yuan.

Hearing this, Shen Jiangtao's face was overjoyed.

Ji Zhen shook his head and said, "Although I know this kind of cracking method, I haven't been to it because of the origin of the witch Gu, and many things in it are unpredictable. It is not easy to find this kind of wick, and it can be said that there is basically no hope. ”

"If you don't have any hope, you have to try, can you get a more accurate message?" After Shen Jiangtao weighed it, judging from the current situation, the best way is the third way.

Ji Zhen thought for a moment: "When I read the travel diary of a feng shui master in the mirror of the Eight Houses, I saw that he mentioned that there was a place in Yunnan where he had heard of this kind of wick, but even the locals said they had never seen it. ”

"What is this wick called?" Shen Jiangtao looked at Ji Zhen with hope.

Ji Zhen immediately replied: "The wick is nameless, but the lamp is famous, and it is called the turtle lamp." ”

In the southeast of Yunnan, there is a completely pristine mountain village, the whole mountain village is located in a river valley, the houses are mainly wooden buildings, and there are also a few tiled houses.

There is only one road in and out of the village, and the surrounding mountains and forests are dense and green, and they have not been cut down during the era of steelmaking, and they are still in their most primitive state.

Because of its high altitude and perennial cloudiness, the locals call the village "Woga", which means "a bright spot in the fog".

Most of the villagers of Woga Village are of the Gurga ethnic group, and they still maintain the custom of hunting, and the village has little contact with the outside world, and it still retains the most primitive style.

The people of the Luoge people believe in the gods of mountains and forests, so they have special respect for the forests, and the village is surrounded and in the center, there are tall banyan trees, and along a small river that surrounds the village, several bamboo forests are planted.

In the eyes of some people who know this place, this is the real natural oxygen.

Waga Village has always been self-sufficient, there are no worries, and the pressure on people's lives is very small.

The villagers of the Gurg tribe who live here are also smiling and kind most of the time.

But today, the whole village is not as peaceful as usual, and some villagers are anxiously running on the village road.

The direction these people rushed to was a wooden building located in the southwest of the village, and some villagers with fearful faces had gathered outside the wooden building.

In the wooden building, several people lay flat on the flat plank, and next to each lying person, there was a young man.

Rather, it was an old man with a rickety back, holding a copper basin, constantly walking among the lying people, holding a long needle in his hand.

The two young men who followed the old man were holding a copper basin in one hand, which was already filled with a small half basin of thick black liquid, which emitted a foul smell.

Another young man had an oil lamp in his hand.

The people lying on the planks were covered with black pus, and it looked like balloons filled with black ink stuck to them.

The black pustules grew larger at a rate visible to the human eye, and those lying down screamed incessantly.

The old man quickly put the long needle in his hand on the oil lamp and grilled it, and then as soon as he struck, he punctured a pustule to relieve the pain of those who were lying down.

There were many people outside the house, all with concerned and worried expressions on their faces; The people in the room kept screaming, and only when the pustule was punctured did the screams become smaller.

Several people were hoarse from the continuous screams.

In the corner of the room, an old man was walking anxiously around, his head wrapped in black cloth, wearing a black shirt, cloth shoes on his feet, and his face was wrinkled.

After walking back and forth several times, the old man looked outside the house and asked, "Hasn't Zimoayi come yet?" ”

The old man's name is Umon Erbo, he is the village chief here, he is over 70 years old this year, he looks in good spirits, and the Zimo Ayi he asked is a doctor here, and he will be the first to find him when he is sick and sick.

"Wumeng Village Chief, I have already called someone to urge ......"

As soon as the answer was finished, a young man entered the wooden building, carrying a hand-held medical suitcase, dressed similar to Ummon Erbo, and the young man pushed the door and entered the house.

The young man was none other than the village doctor, Zimoayi, who wore a pair of heavy earrings in both ears, each of which was basically five centimeters in diameter.

As soon as Zimoayi came in, he was also a little surprised to see the situation in front of him, and he first touched the forehead of a person nearby, frowning.

"How? Last time, the medicine you prescribed was lost, so they all took it according to the amount. Ummelbo said on the side.

Zimoayi spread his hands: "Hey, this strange disease is neither like a plague nor like herpes, it is really strange, looking at the current situation, after giving them those medicines, there is no obvious improvement." I don't know what happened, so I had to send it to a big hospital. ”

Hearing Zimoayi's words, everyone's worried expressions became heavier, and a few of these people's family members who were guarding the door sobbed even more.

"Abba, could it be that it's not a disease, but something to do with what they did half a month ago?" At this time, a teenager who was similar in age and image to Zimoayi said tremblingly.

The boy also wore a pair of earrings in both ears, which were smaller than Zimoayi's. He was Umun Hassa, the son of Ummon Erbo, and a friend of these victims in bed.

"You mean, it has something to do with the discovery of that tomb?" Umon Erbo asked suspiciously, and looked at the old man with a long needle in his hand: "Shama Bimo, what do you mean?" ”

The old man with the long needle did not answer, but just read something in his mouth, and continued to use the long needle to help those people relieve the pain.

Bimo didn't answer.

There's something strange about this.

The young man next to him, Umeng Hasa, replied, "Abba, think about it, there are nearly 500 people in the whole village, why do they have this strange disease?" Moreover, this strange disease is not contagious, and the fact that only the five of them went to dig the grave at that time. ”

The sadness on Ummelbo's face became heavier, and his heart began to think back to what his son had told him a few days earlier.