The firewood in the campfire seems to be running out.

The room became darker and colder.

Father Zhao was already going crazy, Chen Bao'er shrank in the corner, frowning and watching Father Zhao worship the gods in the sky and the earth, and then watched Father Zhao scold the gods he worshiped from beginning to end.

In the end, Zhao's father had a dry mouth, and he couldn't scold anymore, so he seemed to remember that there was still such a person as Chen Bao'er in the house, turned his head and stared at his bloodshot eyes, and asked Chen Bao'er: "What will happen if I break out and get out?"

Chen Baoer thought about it carefully and said: "This thing is too weird, I can't say it well, if it's just a bad spirit, it won't kill you for a while, you hold your breath and rush faster, maybe you will pick up a life, but it will be sores and pus, and the longevity will be greatly reduced, as long as three years and five years, or as short as a few months, you will definitely die of a strange disease!"

"If you have a strange disease, it can be cured?" Father Zhao seemed to grasp the last straw, leaned over and stared directly at Chen Bao'er.

Chen Baoer was a little uncomfortable being stared at, and it was not good to turn her head away, otherwise, she would seem to be weak-hearted, so she had to scratch her hair and say some ambiguous words to prevaricate: " Maybe it can be cured, or maybe it can't be cured, don't be in a hurry to get angry, I didn't mean to joke with you, but when I was a child, my grandfather said, looking at the world, three religions, nine streams and seventy-two lines, the sun rises and the moon sets all living beings, but it is just a combination of the word Tiandao, yin and yang are the right principles, just like people will get sick, naturally there will be Lang Zhong who heals the disease, the same reason, in the Xuanmen is also reasonable, according to what Grandpa said, the five techniques of Xuanmen, the life of the mountain doctor, should be born in the way of heaven, therefore, this strange disease, naturally can be cured!

Father Zhao's hand at Chen Bao'er froze for a while, and his eyes finally had some vitality, and he asked, "In this case, why do you say that you can't be treated?"

Chen Bao'er sighed and pressed Zhao's father's hands like iron tongs one by one: "There are wicked people in the world, and there are also legal principles. The worldly law can kill the evildoers, the evil people in the town, and the mountain character technique of the Xuanmen can kill the demons and evil spirits, and suppress the ghosts. The secular Lang Zhong can cure incurable diseases such as wind and cold, and the art of Xuanmen's medical characters can cure the evil qi that invades the three souls and seven spirits. A pair of eyes in the world look at the good, evil, beauty and ugliness in the world, and a pair of eyes in the Xuanmen look at heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods. There are mathematics in the world, and there are six in two, three, and Xuanmen is good and bad. In the past, when my grandfather was still alive, the people under the mountain often came to him to ask for good fortune and misfortune, and my grandfather never made a mistake, so he was regarded as a living immortal by the people under the mountain. As for me saying that I can't be cured, it's because the inheritance of the five techniques of the Xuanmen has probably disappeared in this world, and you can guarantee that you can meet someone who can heal your life before you die of a strange illness?"

Father Zhao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Chen Bao'er interrupted: "Do you want to ask, why did it disappear?"

Father Zhao just nodded.

Chen Bao'er suddenly laughed, and her smile was a little miserable: "I didn't understand it before, but since I was taken to Jingzhou to be executed as a demon boy, I may have understood a little bit by now!"

Father Zhao listened to Chen Bao'er's words, and his face was full of jokes: "Let's hear it!"

Chen Bao'er closed her eyes and looked a little sad and indignant: "There are legal principles in the world, and those who practice legal principles are always officials, and the people have no right to exercise legal principles. In the same way, if a mortal wants to master the art of Xuanmen, he must practice and enter the Tao. Now, the people beheaded by the government are no longer evildoers, so much so that even children like me have to be beheaded! You say, when the people who exercise the law no longer shelter the innocent and evilless, but come to murder them, what is the difference between the law and the extinction? In this case, it is not surprising that this Xuanmen technique has disappeared completely! However, no matter which one of them is, the suffering ones are the same group of people, and the government will deceive and deceive them, and even the beasts who have become fine will come to harm them......

Father Zhao was silent, as for what Chen Bao'er said later, he didn't listen to a word, his expression flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The fire in the house was burned out, and only some occasional beeping sparks were still dying, but they also woke up Zhao's father.

When Zhao's father raised his head, he found that the yellow fog in the room was already very thick, and his head was getting more and more dizzy, and his internal organs were dull with a rusty tearing feeling.

Chen Bao'er poured all the water in the water bag on Zhao's father's face, and looked a little anxious: "You can't sleep, if you fall asleep, these strange fogs will hook your soul, and when the time comes, you will be the same as them!"

Father Zhao roared, and the knife cut a bloody cut in his hand, and the sharp pain cleared his mind a little: "When will this thing disperse?"

Chen Baoer shook her head: "Maybe it's dawn, but you can't wait for dawn......

Before Chen Bao'er finished speaking, Father Zhao seemed to realize something, and interrupted eagerly: "I can't wait for dawn, can you wait?"

Chen Bao'er untied his belt from the dead official on the ground, wrapped the wound of Zhao's father, and said in a low voice: "I never said that I would die here, of course, unless you insist on killing me!"

Father Zhao's body trembled slightly, and let out a contemptuous laugh: "What are you, if you can't take credit for you, I'm afraid of dirty knives in my hand if I kill you." ”

Chen Bao'er was puzzled: "The credit on my body is so heavy to you?"

Father Zhao opened his mouth, and finally shouted in an astringent voice with no clear meaning: "I don't know a single word, and I can only live like a person again by asking for some credit." ”

Chen Bao'er didn't hear how many things were contained in Zhao's father's words, he naturally didn't have the heart to ask, he only knew that if Zhao's father died, in such a world, orphans and widows, Zhao Xishuang's little girl, I was afraid that it would be very sad in the future, and Chen Bao'er didn't want to do this.

Father Zhao curled up his hand, and seemed to be very disgusted to owe Chen Bao'er these poor favors: "You just have to go, my life and death only depend on God!"

Chen Bao'er shook his head: "I didn't say I was leaving, you don't have to feel that you owe me a favor, and you don't have to feel that I am currying favor with you so that you can be a good person again, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and it is the monk's truth, not my reason! Helping you is not to say that I don't hate you, but just to do what I can by the way, I actually don't care about your life and death." ”

Father Zhao really smiled a little this time, and spoke much more easily: "So good! I just wonder why everyone is dead, why are you so good!"

Chen Bao'er also echoed: "I'm also strange, even Grandpa died at the beginning, but I was the only one who was good, which is not logical, and I always felt that things were not so simple, if it was just a beast that had become a sperm, it shouldn't hurt my grandpa, so I wanted to stay and figure out what was going on!"

Father Zhao snorted coldly: "Stupid, even your grandfather is dead, are you even more powerful than your grandfather?" According to me, don't worry about it, living well is what a smart person should do!"

Chen Bao'er said with a smile: "If I figure it out, I don't have to live in fear every day! If I really die clearly, it is nothing more than to find Grandpa as a companion, and if he loves me, I will be happy when I go to the underworld! Also, in addition to waiting for dawn, there may be some ways to let this evil spirit dissipate!"

Father Zhao turned his head violently: "Tell me quickly! If there is a place where a certain family needs to help, I will willingly be an errand for you tonight!"

Chen Bao'er kicked the embers on the ground with his foot and said, "You see, when the fire is extinguished, the yellow mist in the house will soon become thicker, so the fire can dissipate the evil spirit!" If it hadn't rained, and the village would have been burned, the evil spirit would have dispersed, but it had rained heavily, and I had thought of lighting a fire in the house overnight and waiting until dawn, but the only wooden bed and a few stools in the house had been chopped up early as firewood, and the firewood room outside I just looked at it, and it was also leaking rain.

Father Zhao said sullenly: "Is there no other way? Instead of this, I might as well rush out directly! Anyway, I can't dodge horizontally and vertically!"

Chen Bao'er touched his nose and pointed to his head: "If you can let God make a few thunders in succession, this evil qi will naturally disperse completely, and the thunder and fire can not only purify all evil qi, but even the beast that has become a fine will have to die here!"

Father Zhao turned his head sideways, raised his knife and pushed the door open: "Lao Tzu is still reliable to chop wood! If you meet that beast who has become a fine, a certain family will be killed with a knife, if you can't die, you don't have to care about me anymore, listen to me, and run for your life!"