The mountain breeze blew, and a damp smell after the rain came to the face.

Zhao Mengfu was carrying a broken wooden stick, limping behind me, looking a little pitiful.

I took out a healing pill from my pocket and handed it over, "Crush it and apply it to the wound to heal it."

Zhao Mengfu chewed the ointment, spit it in the palm of his hand, took off his shoes and applied it evenly to the wound.

The wound absorbed the spiritual power in the elixir, and there was no scab even knotted, and the skin directly became white and flawless.

Zhao Mengfu stroked his feet with satisfaction, and sniffed close to his nose, "Well, it's good."

Immediately, she said resentfully, "Brother Qianlong, you are so stingy, you have such a precious thing, why didn't you give it to me earlier?"

I was helpless, "The elixir you applied is called the Soul Rejuvenation Pill, as long as ordinary people have a breath, they can heal themselves by swallowing the elixir." Look at the book

"It's for life-saving, not for you to use as beriberi ointment."

"This thing can only be made by an alchemist, and it has no price."

Zhao Mengfu disdainfully, "What is priceless, you are stingy. Tell me, how much is an elixir?"

I thought for a moment, "At present, the price of Baicaotang is about 3 million, and the transaction price is about 5 million."

"As for the raw materials, it will take 500,000 yuan."

Zhao Mengfu's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he immediately hugged my arm, "Oh, Brother Qianlong is so good to me, such a precious pill is willing to be used by me for free."

I shook off her arm and walked forward.

The further I went, the more uneasy I felt.

Roads are overgrown with thorns and weeds, fields are almost barren, and the water tanks used to carry water have long since dried up.

I wonder more and more that all the people in this village are dead!?

But if all the more than 300 people die, the village will be angry, and it will never be as quiet and peaceful as it is now.

I passed by a few houses at the entrance of the village and found that there were traces of cleaning at the door, and there was no dust on the door lock, which showed that it was inhabited.

Zhao Mengfu shouted at the top of his voice, "Hey, is there anyone!?"

Zhao Mengfu's shout startled me a lot.

"What are you yelling for!?"

Zhao Mengfu was a little aggrieved, "I've eaten compressed biscuits for so long, and they're about to turn into compressed biscuits. I just want to find a family to find something to eat, even if it's egg noodles."

It's a pity that Zhao Mengfu shouted a few times, but no one inside opened the door.

Zhao Mengfu frowned slightly, "No one is there?"

Then, Zhao Mengfu changed a few more households, and shouted at the top of his voice for a while, but there was still no movement inside.

"Strange people?"

Zhao Mengfu said unhappily, "We are not begging! Whoever opens the door to entertain us, I will give him 10,000 yuan!"

"100,000 yuan!"

No matter how Zhao Mengfu shouted in his voice, no one in the room paid attention.

Zhao Meng was so angry that he stomped his feet, "Are the people in this village all dead?"

She raised her foot to kick the door, but I grabbed the back of the neck by the collar, "Hey, bandit, you!"

Suddenly, the door opened suddenly, and a little girl in her early twelve, with dark skin and a red face, and big watery eyes, was looking at me curiously.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Mengfu stepped forward with a smile, "Little sister, we are traveling on a passing trip, what about your adult?"

"My lord went up to the mountain to collect medicine. The rest of the people in the village have to go up to the mountains to collect medicine during the day, and they are not dead."

The girl's quiet voice was extraordinarily calm, and her eyes flashed with a wisdom that did not match her age, probably a precocious child.

Zhao Mengfu easily pretended to be a confidant big sister, and completely collapsed with the girl's sentence "They are not dead."

Zhao Mengfu pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, took out a compressed biscuit from his pocket and handed it to the girl.

"Sister Gang

I'm kidding you."

"Little sister, can you invite your sister to your house? My sister can give you a lot of money."

Zhao Mengfu was really not stingy, and took out a handful of money from his pocket, at least more than a thousand.

The girl shook her head, "There are no shops in our village, so it's useless to ask for money. If you want to come in and stay, come in."

"Thank you!"

Before I could speak, Zhao Mengfu got into it and asked with joy in his eyes, "Little sister, is there anything to eat at home, I'm hungry?"

The girl frowned, seeming to be a little hesitant and reluctant, and finally spoke: "I'm not called a little girl, my name is Qin An'an."

"There's still a little bit of rice in the rice bowl, you can cook it yourself when you're hungry."

The girl lived in a large bungalow, but the house was also in the style of four walls.

There are only tables and chairs in the house, and there is no clutter, like an empty house that has just been renovated and bought furniture, and has not yet moved in.

The windows were large, the doors were open, and the bedrooms were lined with wooden planks and neatly folded quilts.

The kitchen stove is a little messy, there are some sun-dried wild vegetables on the wooden cabinet shelves, and the rice bowl is only about two catties of rice.

Zhao Mengfu rolled up his arms and sleeves, and was just about to cook, but he was dumbfounded when he saw the raw materials.

"Little sister Qin An'an, where's your family's food?"

Qin Anan pointed ahead, "Oh, that's all."

I can see that Qin An'an is a little malnourished, and it is estimated that he ate these things.

Zhao Mengfu pursed his lips, "What, it's better than my compressed biscuits."

Qin An'an's eyes were gloomy, and he seemed to have some inferiority.

I couldn't help but speak, "It's too much, take your eldest lady's temper away."

Zhao Mengfu ignored me, but reached out to me, "Take out all the compressed biscuits."

I pretended to reach out and open my backpack, but I actually pinched the storage bag and took out a full five pounds of biscuits from it.

"Well, that's all we have."

Zhao Mengfu owed but his heart was not bad, pointing to a large pile of compressed biscuits, "Little sister, these are all for you!"

Immediately, she took out a dozen or so pieces and stuffed them into her pocket, "Ahem, we still need some emergency."

Qin Anan put his hands behind his back in embarrassment, "I don't want to."

"Oh, you're welcome......

I interrupted Zhao Mengfu's polite excuse and said in a condensed voice, "Things are not given for free, we have something we want to ask you for help."

Qin Anan glanced at the compressed biscuits, licked his lips again, and asked with some expectation, "What's the busy?"

I pulled out my phone and pulled out a picture from it, "Have you ever seen this thing?"

The picture is a hand-painted mural pattern, and the clearest one on it is a hideous statue of a god holding a long-handled axe.

Qin An'an just glanced at it, and replied without thinking, "This painting is the Thunder Emperor Temple in the village, just on the top of the hill in the north of the village."

I'm overjoyed, this baby is eighty percent found!

Zhao Mengfu hurriedly asked again, "Are there many people in the village who worship the Thunder Emperor Temple?"