As she spoke, Li Niang began to move things, and helped Zhao Li into the house and placed him on the earthen kang.

"Daddy, you rest, I'll go and ask the witch doctor to come."

After Li Niang finished speaking, she ran out of the door, and Zhao Li was lying on the earthen kang and looked out of the door, and saw her going around the low earthen wall to the right.

About half a pillar of incense passed, she came back with the witch doctor grandmother, followed by two men and one woman. Zhaoli was very curious, what the father and daughter were talking about about the "witch doctor" for, lying on the kang and stretched out his head to look into the courtyard, but he didn't see it clearly for a long time.

A moment later, Li Niang helped the witch doctor in, and Zhao Li saw it clearly.

It turned out to be an old woman dressed strangely, wearing a crown made of bird's feathers on her head, and holding a wooden staff in her hand, and a bare sheep's skull stuck in the top of the wooden staff, and many strange things hanging from the horns. The old woman's face was very frightening, wrinkled and black, and I don't know what was used to draw white pictures and texts all over her face.

Zhaoli was a little worried, could this really detoxify her?

"Ah Li girl, don't be afraid! Grandma Witch Doctor is very powerful, and she cures anyone who is sick in our town. Seeing her flustered, Li Niang hurriedly comforted.

Zhaoli swallowed his saliva and nodded with difficulty.

Behind the old woman, a young man lowered the brazier in his hand to the ground, and there were many dry branches in the brazier. Zhao Li was curious about what he was going to do, when suddenly the old woman grabbed something from her bosom and threw it into the brazier, and the branches in the brazier lit up with a "poof", igniting a raging fire.

Zhaoli was so shocked that both eyes turned into brass bells, and he looked at the brazier incredulously.

The old woman threw herself up and jumped around the brazier, muttering words in her mouth, but she could not make out what she was saying. After jumping for a long time, he took out a piece of yellow paper from his arms, and the yellow paper seemed to be a strange rune drawn with some kind of blood.

Li Niang took a bowl of water and stood beside her, only to see that the old woman lit the yellow paper in her hand on the fire of the brazier, hanging on the clear water, so that the burned paper ashes fell into the water, and after the yellow paper was burned out, she stirred it into the bowl with her fingers.

Li Niang brought the bowl to Zhao Li and reached out to help her up.

Zhaoli looked at this posture, as if she wanted to feed this bowl of water to herself, and her scalp suddenly tingled.

"This..."I remembered the runes on the yellow paper that I don't know what kind of blood was drawn, what if it was human blood? The old woman also stretched out her finger to stir it in the water, and the finger was also black and swarthy, and it was not clean to look at.

"Don't be afraid, just drink it!" Li Niang didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and fed it directly to Zhaoli's mouth.

Die and die! Zhaoli closed his eyes, his heart was ruthless, and he drank the water with the paper ashes in the water.

After drinking it, I felt a little nauseous, so I squinted and wrinkled my whole face together.

Luo Agen brought a goat in from outside, and Zhao Li saw the old woman pull out a dagger from her waist, and thought to himself, is this to slaughter a goat?

The old woman only slashed the top of the goat's head with a dagger, and the goat bleated in pain. The old woman dipped her fingers in a little blood from the top of the goat's head and walked up to Zhaoli.

Zhao Li looked at her with a frightened expression, could it be that she was going to ask her to lick this blood? Can you bring the sheep over and lick the blood on the sheep's head directly?

But the old woman did not put her finger in her mouth, but drew it on her forehead, and then went out of the house into the courtyard.

The rest of the people followed into the courtyard, and only Zhao Li was left in the room.

She relaxed and lay on the kang and looked at the roof, sighing with relief and disappointment. I thought that if I could detoxify it in this way, then the doctors in the world would no longer need to open a pharmacy, and they would all switch to iron!

I vaguely heard that Luo Agen and Li Niang outside the courtyard were paying the old woman, and they didn't know what they were giving. Zhao was a little reluctant to go, and people kindly brought her home, and spent money to detoxify her. When she wrote to Rong Qing, she must ask Rong Qing to bring ten carriages of gifts as a thank you gift.

Rong Qing: You can send as much as you say!

After seeing off the witch doctor's grandmother, Liniang returned to the house.

"Miss Li, how do you feel?" Li Niang walked to the side of the kang and asked her with concern.

"Also... OK. "It's just that the thought of the old woman's swarthy fingers makes me a little disgusting.

"Don't worry, you're going to be fine! When you're well, I'll take you out for a walk. Li Niang smiled and comforted her.

Zhaoli tried hard to squeeze out a smile, she felt that she must not be better. After thinking about it, she asked Li Niang: "I heard Uncle Agen say, you have a messenger here to deliver letters, right?" ”

"Yes! It's only once a month, Ah Li, are you going to write a letter to the people at home? ”

It's only been a month coming, and it's a hassle!

"Sister Liniang, can you write?" She is like this now, I'm afraid she can't even hold the pen, so she can only ask Liniang to do it for her.

"I'll write some, but not much." Luo Agen is literate and will teach her when she has time, so it is no problem to write letters.

Zhaoli was supported and wanted to get up, but Li Niang immediately stepped forward to help her.

"Then trouble Sister Liniang to help me write a letter and ask my father-in-law to pick me up." She didn't know how to call Rong Qing in front of others, anyway, she was going to marry him, so she just called her husband.

"Huh? Ah Li, girl, you are already married? Li Niang said in surprise.

Zhao Li blushed and lowered his head and let out a "hmm".

"Okay, I'll go get a pen and paper, you lie down and rest first."

Li Niang helped her to lie down, and turned around to go to the next room to get a pen and paper.

After the letter was written, it was placed next to Zhaoli's pillow, and Liniang said that the post envoy came in these days last month, and this month it is estimated that these days should come, and Zhaoli secretly rejoiced.

At dinner, Liniang stewed mutton soup, and Luo Agen sat at a low table in the courtyard, holding a pot of wine and nibbling on a leg of mutton. Li Niang brought some soup to the house and fed it to Zhao Li, and after feeding, she fetched water to wipe her face and let her rest earlier.

Luo Agen's house is not very big, a small courtyard, a total of three rooms. The room where Zhao Li slept was Li Niang's, and the room next door was Luo Agen's. The walls of the courtyard are made of loess, and they are low, so that you can see the heads of passers-by outside when you stand in the courtyard.

Zhaoli lay on the kang and prayed in his heart, hoping that the messenger would come tomorrow so that Rong Qing would come to pick her up earlier, and after a while, she fell asleep deeply.

She didn't know that after Rong Qing learned that she had been kidnapped, she rode her horse all the way to the Apocalypse like crazy, and was standing at the gate of the Apocalypse Palace at the moment.

Dressed in a white robe, he carries a sword in his hand. It was too dark to see his face. Yuan Mo followed behind, but he could vaguely feel a strong murderous aura from the back of his son-in-law, he didn't seem to have seen Rong Qing like this.

In his memory, Rong Qing had never used a weapon, the sword in his hand belonged to the previous pavilion master of the Lechuan Pavilion, since Rong Qing took over the Lechuan Pavilion, although he carried this sword at any time, he never pulled out the sword no matter how much danger he encountered.

And now, the sword body was shining with cold light, and the blade of the sword condensed a killing intent, which made him feel terrified when he saw it.

His son-in-law's current appearance can no longer be described as angry, and this posture is clearly trying to lift the Apocalypse Palace.

A group of guards at the gate of the palace trembled and pointed their guns at Rong Qing, no one dared to make a move, so they could only wait for Yan Yunluo to come.