The villagers held torches in their hands and waved them vigorously in the night, dazzling my eyes.

By the light of the fire, they drew closer and closer, and the little snakes that spit out the letters slowly retreated as they approached, and it was not long before they were completely invisible.

I don't know where the snakes went, maybe they were back where they were hiding.

The old woman's face became more and more gloomy.

At this time, the villagers slowly approached the small house with red eyes, as if they were ready to die with us.

But Ji Zixuan was very calm from beginning to end, even when their torches were about to burn the house, there was no trace of panic on his face, he just hugged me tightly and pressed my head into his arms, his arms were very cold, just like him without temperature, but I couldn't see the fire outside, I still felt a little relieved.

I could almost feel the heat of the torches.

In the dark, other senses are especially sensitive, in Ji Zixuan's arms, I could only feel cold, but the temperature outside is getting higher and higher, and he can barely block my vision.

At this critical moment, a crisp children's voice came to my ears with a cry: "Please stop, my brother is going to be saved!" Please stop! ”

At first, her voice was very small, and it was instantly drowned in the roaring shouts of the villagers, but in the end, she almost shouted at the top of her voice, crying bitterly, and there was a heart-rending feeling, and even the villagers who had no reason couldn't help but stop their movements and look at her.

They consciously made way for her, and I poked my head out of Ji Zixuan's arms and saw the small figure behind the crowd.

She had scratches on her face from branches and other unknown things, and her whole little face was dirty, with a few bloody cuts, and she was covered in tatters, and she looked very pitiful.

Judging by her height, she was probably seven or eight years old, and she still held a child in her hand, wrapped in a cloth, and let out a low cry.

Seeing that everyone had stopped moving, she hurriedly stepped forward and ran in front of us, and the immature Tongyin was pleading and helpless: "Brother Zixuan, please, save my brother." ”

Ji Zixuan looked at the child in her arms.

I couldn't help but follow his line of sight.

The baby looked very small, about a few months old, with a pale face that looked unhealthy, and his closed eyes trembled slightly, and only the small fluctuations in his heart showed that he was a living person.

Ji Zixuan frowned and asked the little girl, "What's wrong with your brother?" ”

She cried even louder: "I don't know, I just took him to the old house, and my mother said that she left something for us there, so I took my brother with me, but I never found him." When I came out again, my mother was gone, and my brother was like this, not crying or making trouble, and I was worried about whether he was sick. ”

Ji Zixuan looked away: "You should go to Langzhong in the village." ”

Her eyes were red, and she wiped the tears from her face as she said, "They can't see that my brother is sick, but he has been silent, and I am afraid...... I'm afraid he's dead. ”

At this moment, the villagers, who were calmed by the little girl's screams, finally came back to their senses.

An old lady in coarse cloth clothes came out, squatted down and said to the little girl: "Erya, you better take your brother elsewhere, he is no longer your brother Zixuan, he is a zombie, how can a zombie treat a living person?" ”

The girl called Erya cried and said: "Auntie, I can't help it, my mother doesn't want us anymore, my brother is seriously ill again, and I can't see well everywhere, Brother Zixuan is very good at seeing a doctor, he will definitely cure my brother's illness!" ”

The old lady glared at her: "What are you talking about, how can there be your Zixuan brother here, there is only one zombie, what kind of disease can he see!" ”

The little girl shook her head like a rattle: "I don't want to go to others, I want to find Brother Zixuan, only he can take care of my brother's illness!" ”

Seeing that she couldn't listen, the eldest lady raised her hand and prepared to hit her on the head: "Why are you disobedient, you kid, you said that zombies can't treat your brother." ”

Her hand didn't fall, and was grabbed by Ji Zixuan.

She suddenly turned pale, screamed, and ran away with a rolling belt.

Ji Zixuan stretched out his hand to the little girl: "Come on, go in first, I'll treat your brother." ”

The little girl was grateful, and thanked again and again: "Thank you, thank you, Brother Zixuan." ”

Seeing that they were all in the house, I had no choice but to follow in, after all, I was afraid of being alone in front of so many villagers who could burn me to death at any time.

Now that I'm with them, I might as well stay with them.

The little girl carefully put the child in her hand on the table, Ji Zixuan opened the swaddling clothes, and I immediately covered my mouth in surprise.

The baby in the swaddling clothes was covered in bruises, but it didn't look like a sign of abuse, it just made people feel weird.

The bruises spread from his neck to his thighs like some kind of ominous markings, and they looked terrifying.

I hadn't seen anything like it, but subconsciously felt that it wasn't like any skin disease I knew of.

No wonder Lang Zhong in the village can't see his illness well, and I can't see it either.

Ji Zixuan asked the little girl, "When did your brother start to have this kind of thing?" ”

The little girl sobbed and replied to him, "The day before yesterday, my mother told us to go to the old house to get something, and I took my brother with me, and when he came back from there, he became like this, and it is not good to rub any medicine."

Ji Zixuan chuckled: "This is not a skin disease, of course it is not good to rub the medicine." ”

After hearing this, the little girl asked in fear, "What should I do then, is my brother not saved?" ”

Ji Zixuan did not speak.

The little girl panicked and knelt down in front of him: "Brother Zixuan, I know that you are a good person, you must have a way to save my brother, please, save him." Dad doesn't want us anymore, Mom leaves us behind, and now I only have my brother......"

As she spoke, she began to cry again.

Ji Zixuan pressed the corner of his forehead with a headache, and pretended to be vicious: "If you want me to save your brother, don't cry!" ”

The little girl pursed her lips and sure enough, she stopped crying.

Ji Zixuan didn't know where to take out a packet of medicine-like things, opened it, sprinkled the white powder inside on the child, and then turned around and mixed it with a bowl of richly colored medicinal wine, and wiped the white powder on his skin with the medicinal wine on his hand, and it didn't take long for the bruises and purple marks on the child's body to disappear.