After Ah Miao's father examined the patient's condition, he began to unravel the patient. He first lit a lamp and lit a fire, and asked God to do it for a while, then he took out a bamboo tube and poured a little powder out of it. The powder was dull white, and a bamboo tube was used to blow the powder into the patient's nose, and after about ten minutes, the two patients woke up. Mr. Gao firmly remembered this magical scene, he was a person who had read books, had a certain amount of cultural knowledge, and he understood that the previous practices and things like asking the gods were all rituals, and what really worked must be the powder in those bamboo tubes.

During the few days he lived in the cottage, Mr. Gao found that Ah Miao was particularly interested in his gun. He was struck by the miraculous power of this weapon. Mr. Gao seized the opportunity by giving Miao a pistol and some bullets, and taught him how to use them. In exchange, he wanted some powder to cure Gu. Ah Miao agreed after hearing this. Two days later, I really got a small bottle for Mr. Gao. He instructed Mr. Gao that these powders were prepared by his father after several years of countless tedious processes using a variety of poisonous insects, which could cure all kinds of Gu poisons. However, because it is not easy to prepare, Mr. Gao was instructed to use it with caution.

A few days later, Mr. Gao left Miao Village with the caravan, and he has since traveled back and forth several times, and has maintained friendly relations with Miao ever since. As a perennial walker, Mr. Gao knows the value of that bottle of powder, and he has always cherished it. In a later business, Mr. Gao's father was also tricked for offending people. The hospital was helpless, so Mr. Gao used the powder to save his life. Later, with the death of Mr. Gao, the Gao family gave up the business on this line for various reasons, and they gradually lost contact with Miao Village. But this antidote to Gu has been circulating.

This time, Mr. Gao observed my situation and felt that it was very similar to his father's situation in the middle of the Gu back then, so he persuaded Xin to give me a try. Xin didn't agree at first, but thinking that it had been two days, the doctors didn't know what to do, so they agreed to take a risk. Mr. Gao blew some powder into my nose with a straw, and it really saved my life.

I called Mr. Gao and thanked him for saving his life. Mr. Gao asked me a very embarrassing question: "Who gave you Gu?" "Miao Min is good at using Gu, and he hates me to the core, and he has been in contact with me in the last few days, and there is only one person who meets these conditions. Xin and I thought of it, but we didn't have any evidence, and we couldn't guard against this invisible and colorless poison or witchcraft. After being discharged from the hospital, we did not dare to stay in Beijing any longer and quickly boarded the bus back to Zhengzhou.

48, infant spirit

Sitting on the car back to Zhengzhou, looking at the scenery outside the car and constantly retreating, I felt a little calmer, thinking back to the experience of these few days in Beijing, it was really a journey of death, I almost left my life in Beijing, I sighed secretly in my heart. My body was almost recovered, but it was boring to ride in the car, so I put on my headphones and was about to listen to music for a while, when suddenly a conversation came. I looked sideways and saw a pair of elderly people sitting on the seats on the other side of the aisle. It looks like they're an old couple. The two old men are not particularly old, but I estimate that they are also in their 60s, and they are in good spirits. Because their voices were too loud, the people around them were slightly dissatisfied. But seeing that the two old men are both old, no one is embarrassed to say anything.

The two old men continued to talk. The old lady looked around and said, "This is the first time I've been on a train." It will be in Zhengzhou in a few hours. The old man took over: "Yes, science is developed!" When I was a kid, I went to Beijing much slower than I do now. The old lady asked with a little surprise, "Have you ever been to Beijing when you were a child?" The old man groaned for a while: "It didn't come to work!" Alas! Speaking of which, I almost died, and at my father's hands. ”

The old man's eyes looked a little hollow, he must be recalling the unbearable past. After a while, he smiled at the old lady: "Anyway, it's okay to take the car." Let me tell you about it, shall we? Listening to his novelty, I also took off my headphones curiously, stretched out my ears, and listened to the old man tell his own story.

"I was only four years old. Alas, you have also experienced that time, how poor! But your family is much stronger than mine, and you still have some food, but our family is so poor that we can't open the pot. I have four brothers and sisters, and I am hungry and crying every day, and my father and mother are worried about food all day long. You can eat anything from poplar leaves and willow leaves, that smell! It's bitter and astringent, and it's really not something that people eat. There is also elm bark, but it is not bitter, but that thing, a bowl full of is one, bite constantly, as long as you eat this bowl in your mouth, you have to swallow it, because the bite in the middle is constant! It's not bad, our family hasn't eaten Guanyin soil. There are people who eat Guanyin soil, the boss with a swollen stomach, and his arms and legs are as thin as firewood. And they can't pull it out after eating it, and many people end up swelling to death. ”

"If you can't eat anything, people will naturally get sick, and my father was swollen at that time. The adults are fine, but the most pitiful are the children. In fact, my family has five brothers and sisters, and I have a little sister, but she died before the full moon. The child was born without milk, and he was so hungry that he cried, and my mother wiped her tears, but no one could do anything. After a few more days, the child began to have red bags all over his body (presumably red and swollen). My father rushed to the hospital with the child in a hurry, but the hospital was also short of medicine at that time, and there was no way. I got some unknown potions, and I applied them to the child for a few days to no avail. Seeing that the child's skin began to fester, and pus, he finally lost the strength to cry, and he was almost out of breath. ”

"I was 4 years old at the time, and I remember my father's helpless look. My father sat in front of the door and sighed with his hands over his head, and my mother sat in the quilt, holding her dying child and crying. But who has what to do? At that time, I really told the heavens that I should not be, and I begged for the earth and the earth! The old man paused, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Comrades, the votes have been checked! Please bring out your ID and ticket! There was a commotion in the carriage in front, and it turned out that the conductor had come to check the ticket. Only then did I notice that the old man's story had attracted the passengers around him. The passengers in the front and back rows listened to him quietly.

A few minutes later, the conductor passed. Everyone was quiet again, waiting for the old man to continue his story. The old man put away his things and sighed, he didn't notice that everyone was listening, and continued the story just now.

"I don't know exactly how my father and mother discussed, but when I got up in the morning, my father was gone. My mother called me, picked up my little sister and asked me to go out with her. I didn't know much at the time, so I followed my mother out of the door, and we walked for a long time, and I was so tired that I couldn't walk. But I didn't dare to say it, because my mother's face was gloomy and scary to look at. Finally, my mother said, 'That's it!' ’”

"I looked and we walked into a field of wheat. I was a child after all, and I saw a large field of wheat and was happy to play. But my mother didn't allow me to run around. She gently placed my little sister in the wheat field, and I noticed that the child had closed his eyes and did not move. The mother squatted silently in front of the child and whispered: 'Baby, you are not from a place, your father and mother are too poor to support you, and they can't cure you.' Don't complain about your father, go well, and find a good family in the next life. ’”

"I'm squatting next to me like this mother. Although I was young at the time, I was also sensible, and I understood that my sister died, although I didn't quite understand the concept of death, I just knew that it was a terrible thing. Looking at my sister's bruised skin, closed eyes and small mouth, I silently took my mother's hand. ”

"'Let's go!' My mother picked me up, turned around resolutely, and walked out of the wheat field. She didn't look back, didn't look at her sister's corpse again, and just walked away. I was dragged by my mother to the edge of the field, and I suddenly realized that I would never see this little sister again. She was left alone here forever. I suddenly shouted: 'Mother, don't you care about your sister?' ’”

This sound completely shattered the mother's will, and she suddenly knelt down on the ridge with a 'poof', covered her face with her hands, and cried. She cried heartbreakingly, as if she wanted to cry out all her grievances and grief. She trembled, grabbed her hair with both hands, and shouted two words from her throat: 'Evil'! ”

"Iniquity!" The old man's voice was hoarse, two lines of tears rolled out of his eyes, his body trembled slightly, as if he was not telling a story but returning to the days that he remembered for the rest of his life.

"The sky was overcast, the north wind was blowing, and I shivered with cold, but I didn't dare to call my mother. In this way, our mother and son cried on the ridge for half an hour. The mother relieved. She dragged me stumbling home. No one in the family talked about the little sister anymore. At that time, people were poor, society was chaotic, and many families were like this, and the dead baby was thrown into the field, and no one cared about it. So my father's decision was a matter of course at the time. ”

"That night, I had a high fever, and my mother lay next to me and took care of me. I can still remember that I had a long dream in which I dreamed that my sister was back. He crawled into the room with his squirming little body, staring at me with black bean-like eyes. I woke up with a start, sat up, and shouted, 'Sister! Father and mother sat up at once. Daddy slapped me on the back, 'Sleep, you're confused!' How can you have a sister? At this moment, my mother's eyes suddenly widened: "Listen, listen, there is a voice!" When the room was quiet, I could hear a thin, vague cry echoing. It was a baby's cry. My mother took my hand and looked at my father nervously. Dad's face also changed. ”