If ordinary people sweat, there must be a process, but this generalization will flow, and now the chest is still undulating, which really frightened the widow.

This widow's maiden family is also in the mountains, how could she know about the martial arts method.

Just now, she accidentally mentioned Puhua's master, mentioned the Buddha, and moved the taboo in Puhua's heart, so here.

Although the widow was surprised, her first reaction was that the little monk must have been infected with the wind cold, so she hurriedly picked up the evil life near her and draped it on Puhua.

Although Na Puhua was sweating profusely, this widow's judgment was also correct, at this time, Puhua's body had actually been injured by the cold qi of the Great Futu Sutra, and the body and body were completely two worlds.

The widow covered Puhua with a quilt, and when she saw that he was still trembling, she was anxious and woke up her young son, and told him to go to the kitchen and cook a bowl of ginger soup.

As the so-called children of poor families are in charge of the house, the child listened to his mother's words, opened the door of the house, walked to the kitchen next door to make firewood and boil water, and his hands and feet were very nimble.

After a while, the ginger soup was ready, and the child brought it over.

The widow felt sorry for her son, so she told him to rest first, and then to gather the rest.

The widow knelt down in front of Puhua with the ginger soup in her hand, and when she saw that he was trembling so much that she could not hold the bowl, she blew the ginger soup warm and put it to his lips.

The ginger soup was sprinkled with Puhua's trembling lips, and the widow said, "Little monk, open your eyes and open your mouth, and I will send you ginger soup in." ”

Napuhua did just that.

The widow carefully sent the ginger soup to Puhua's mouth and slowly poured it into his mouth, but Napuhua was suddenly choked, and not only spit out the ginger soup that had just been sent into his mouth, but also the bowl in the widow's hand.

The widow was really angry, stood up and pointed at Pu Huanu and asked, "Little monk, did you do it on purpose?

This suspicion seems absurd, and it is also a sign of the widow's despair.

Her angry rebuke did not stop Puhua, but became more serious, and Puhua's snot also came out.

When the widow saw this, she also panicked, and there were no ready-made herbs in the wilderness here, let alone doctors. My elderly in-laws don't know anything except chopping wood, and it's even more impossible to beg those neighbors.

The widow had no choice but to run to her bed to take off the futon and add another layer to Puhua.

Even this layer is ineffective, and the generalization has not eased up, but has shown signs of aggravation.

As the saying goes, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, the widow saw this, and she didn't have time to think about it, she was also afraid that Puhua would die in her own home, not to mention bad luck, even if she didn't want to go in her heart.

So she didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, walked to Puhua's back, sat down, and hugged Puhua in her arms with the two-layer futon.

The symptoms of Napu were not reduced, and the widow was also a little sleepy and tired.

Finally, after another half an hour, Napuhua was relieved a little and fainted.

The widow was so sleepy that she fell asleep.

......

The next morning, when the rooster crowed, the widow's in-laws got up first.

After they got up, they saw that there seemed to be some people around the house, and they walked out of the door to the 'lobby' to take a look, but it was amazing, their daughter-in-law was sleeping with a little monk in her arms!

The old man was so angry on the spot that he swallowed his breath, and the mother-in-law woke up the widow with a cry, and the door was pried open, and everyone in the village took a look!

Last night, that Zhang Da coaxed: "Mom, big brother Tietou, this Daniel Zhang's family really slept with this little monk!"

The widow was dizzy for a while, and when she saw her father-in-law who was lying in front of her, and her mother-in-law who was crying in her arms, her head was even more clouded.

"Good you Daniel Zhang's family, you are very good at dressing up on weekdays, it turns out that you like tenderness." ”

"This kind of widow is going to rush back to her mother's house. I want her to take care of her in-laws, just for the acre of land here. It's good now, it's made her father-in-law angry. ”

"Otherwise, widows are the lives of the Ke people!"

"Alas, what an ugly thing. Many uninformed people followed the nonsense, until the widow heard her son call his mother, and then came to her senses, took him into her arms, and wept bitterly.

The widow knew that things were not clear.

The people outside the door didn't come in, but they kept blaming them, and even the old man's corpse didn't come in to help clean it up, leaving the lonely mother and son and the old woman who hugged her wife and cried bitterly.

The widow's collapse was due to the fact that the old woman later said in her grief: "If you steal people, you can steal from home." ”

"I didn't, I didn't. "The widow was so weak that she didn't even believe in her mother-in-law anymore, and for a moment she was at a loss and frightened, and she could only repeat the words 'I didn't' to defend herself.

There was another crusade, and Puhua finally woke up.

There was a sudden silence all around.

This Puhua was extremely calm, he slowly stood up, and stepped out of the door with an expressionless face, and the crowd of onlookers were startled by the murderous aura in the eyes of this little monk, and they couldn't help but retreat back.

Seeing this, the iron head did not believe in evil, and saw that the neighbors around him had the intention of calming things down, so he shouted to Puhua: "Little monk, you have to admit that you have done something!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone screamed, and Na Puhua slashed towards the iron head with a palm, and there was an explosion, and the person who was fine just now was only a few pieces of scraps and a burst of blood mist.

The crowd fled in all directions, but it was too late.

This Puhua saw blood, and his eyes turned red again.

The widow cried bitterly with the child in her arms, and the old woman was frightened to death by the sight before her.

Screams were heard everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The morning in the mountains was the most peaceful, but today's morning is like hell.

There were no living mouths, not even corpses, and even a three-year-old child saw Hades.

......

After a long time, a shadow hung over the widow, mother and son, and when the widow looked up, she exclaimed, and the Puhua in front of her was covered with blood, and the white hair on her head grew again.

There was a slight hint of breath coming out of his mouth, which made people very frightened.

The widow closed her eyes, and Napuhua raised her arm, but she did not cut it off.

With the last bit of conscience, Puhua left here like a walking corpse.

How ridiculous last night was, how ridiculous is today's events.

Those people in the mountains were not lucky enough to escape Puhua's murderous intent after all.

At dusk, the sun was setting, and on the mountain road, a mother staggered, carrying a child on her back, and walked towards the official road.

They may die halfway because of physical exhaustion, or because they did not meet anyone starving to death on the official road, or because they met people with a heart of stone, they still can't escape their fate.

This son was everything to this widow, and she left this ghost place with her own hopes.