Wang Xiaotou stared at the thatched house, and the moonlight slanted to the east, gradually being forgotten. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Half an hour passed quickly, and the evil eye was unconscious, and the stick in his mouth fell to the ground. Sweat oozed from the old man's cheeks, and he wiped it with his sleeve.

The hole in Evil Eye's foot was twice as large as before, and a slightly larger, blood-colored bug began to wriggle. The old man secretly screamed badly, and reached out to grab the insect, and the insect felt something on its body touch it, and suddenly came to its senses, and its head went into the flesh of the evil eye. How could the old man give it this chance to escape, his fingers had already pinched the tail of the blood worm and pressed it hard. With a pull outward, the blood worm was plucked out of the palm of the white man's hand.

"Not good!"

The blood worm was thrown out of the window by the elastic force, and headed straight towards the king's small head.

"Gollum."

As soon as Wang Xiaotou turned his head, the blood worm burrowed into Wang Xiaotou's abdomen, Wang Xiaotou choked his neck and vomited on the ground. The bloodworms were not spit out.

"Gross!"

"Did you see a bug flying out?" The old man came out of the house and asked Wang Xiaotou and the others.

"Worms, bugs? Red? Glasses Mu Ne said, looking down at Wang Xiaotou. Quick, spit it out, that's a red bug! The glasses grabbed Wang Xiaotou's shoulders and shook wildly.

"If you tap it, you'll be shaken to death!" Wang Xiaotou didn't spit out blood worms, and patted his glasses off. He put his hand in his mouth and clasped his throat hard, and vomited again.

"Are you alright, young man?"

Seeing that Wang Xiaotou was safe and sound, and that he was okay after swallowing the blood worm, the old man thought about it again, and immediately understood, and nodded to himself.

Ignoring Wang Xiaotou and the others, his face was a little regretful, he sighed, and went into the house, the evil eye had already woken up at this time, and blood was oozing out of his feet. Seeing this, the old man scooped a scoop of potion again, poured it in, took out the black herbs from the clay pot, kneaded them into a lump of black pieces, applied them to the feet of the evil eye, and then bandaged them with strips of cloth. The wound was treated and everything went smoothly.

"Okay, how do you feel?" The old man asked with a smile.

"It feels like I've walked through the ghost gate, I'm about to die, and finally I'm alive again, this feeling is amazing."

Looking at the wrapped feet, the evil eye trembled a little, how he survived the previous pain, and admired himself a little.

"Haha, let's recuperate here for a few days before leaving." The old man washed his hands and tools, and there were red blood stains sticking to his teeth.

"Then bother."

The evil eye did not shirk it, he naturally wanted to listen to the doctor's words, and the host sent an invitation, but he didn't say much, and responded.

In this way, Wang Xiaotou and the three of them have been living in the thatched hut of the old man for three days, and the foot of the evil eye is still unable to move, so they can only wait for a few more days, but the wound will collapse after a long journey, and it will be very troublesome to heal again.

On the fourth night, as usual, Wang Xiaotou and the three of them sat at the stone table, and Bai Laotou made tea for the three of them again. After four days of familiarity, they learned the name of the old man, Bailimu, a hermit in the mountains. Bai Lao loves flowers and plants, and has studied tea art and medical skills all his life. It can be said that it is an old classic, proficient in everything, especially medical skills.

Wang Xiaotou was very puzzled that day when he swallowed the blood worm, and the old man finally told Wang Xiaotou that there was a very powerful Gu in his body. When Wang Xiaotou asked him what kind of Gu he was, Bai Laotou smiled and didn't tell Wang Xiaotou, Wang Xiaotou was very puzzled and asked several times. The old man still smiled and said nothing, saying that the secret of heaven should not be revealed. Wang Xiaotou had no choice but to stop asking.

The moon is very full tonight, and it is a full moon night.

The four of them raised their glasses to tea.

On the dense forest path, the two stood at the intersection of the trail, their hands on their waists, staring at the woods below.

"How?" The big man who spoke was named Shen Shijun.

"Big brother, everything is ready, when the time comes, hehe." The other person is named Shen Shiyou, who is Shen Shijun's cousin.

"Okay, everything is in place, only the east wind is owed!" Shen Shijun was holding a large bag in his hand and placing it on the ground, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

There were dozens of people hiding around the two, holding big knives, staring at Shen Shijun and the others.

On the other side of the path, he was dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a three-clear bell in his hand, and the shaking of the jingling bell. The Taoist priest's face was covered with a beard, triangular phoenix eyes, and his eyes were actually very cunning, at first glance, this person was not a good person.

The Taoist priest sprinkled paper money on both sides as he walked forward, followed by four bodies dressed in white, their faces wrapped in white cloth, and a yellow talisman attached to the white cloth strip.

The Taoist priest spat on the ground and poured another sip of spirits.

"It's delivery time again, I hope you don't play smart."

Say a word, go all the way up the path, it seems that the paper money has been spilled, and then no longer throws it. Climb to the top of the mountain.

"It's coming!"

A figure appeared in Shen Shijun's eyes, not one, a total of five figures. The figures hiding in the woods all looked nervously at the comer, the knives in their hands half-raised.

The Taoist priest commanded the walking corpse and approached the two Shen Shijun brothers step by step.

Finally, the three of them and the four corpses looked at each other. The corpse wrapped in a white cloth was quietly pestled behind the Taoist priest, who stepped forward and looked at Shen Shijun.

Shen Shijun looked at the corpse behind the Taoist priest, although they had a lot of dealings, but walking with corpses has always been a taboo here, who is not afraid of walking corpses.

The two brothers Shen Shijun are also ordinary people, and they are inevitably a little frightened when they look at the corpses.

"Why, you Shen Shijun are also afraid of these guys." The Taoist priest pointed to the white shadow behind him and sneered.

"We are human too, unlike you who deal with dead people every day!"

Shen Shijun stared at the Taoist priest and lifted the bag on the ground.

"Hey, I'm in such a hurry, I still want to catch up with you." The Taoist priest took another sip of wine, his eyes swept over the surrounding dense forest, and he smiled strangely.

"Did you bring anything?"

Shen Shijun asked.

"Of course."

The Taoist priest said, walked behind him, opened the corpse wrapped in white cloth, lifted the white cloth upward, revealing Fa Fu's belly, only to see a long black thread sewn on the stomach, the Taoist priest took out a knife and tore off the black thread. The belly was ripped off, and the contents of the corpse's belly were exposed, shining with gold.

Shen Shijun and the two watched the Taoist priest tear off the belly of the corpse, his scalp was numb, and he swallowed his saliva, and when he saw the ocean of gold bars in the corpse, his sense of fear was suddenly put down, in exchange for a vicious and greedy gaze.

"How? Give me something. The Taoist priest pointed to the contents of his stomach, and then stretched out his hand to Shen Shijun to ask for his bag.

"Haha, I'll give it to you, brothers, give him a big knife!" Shen Shijun laughed and said hello, and a large group of black shadows jumped out of the woods, and the knives were cold and shining in the moonlight.

Eleven people surrounded the Taoist priests with big swords, and their eyes were greedy.

"What, Shen Shijun, do you want to eat black and eat black?"

The Taoist priest looked at everyone, and his face was calm, fearless, and shouted loudly.

"The surname Mao, the price has been pressed to the lowest by you, it's not that we eat black, but you force it, we can't even support our family. You eat and drink spicy food, don't blame me for being ruthless today! ”

As he spoke, Shen Shijun waved his hand and motioned for everyone to go up and cut down the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest suddenly laughed.

"Haha, Shen Shijun, I really feel sorry for you, since that's the case, then let's all die!"