"Ah Weng, how is it?" Yan Mubai asked anxiously.

"It's poisoning. As soon as Ah Weng said this, everyone in the room was shocked. Yan Mubai leaned over in front of the bed, and at this moment, self-blame and worry lingered deeply in his chest, and his indignation was unsettled.

The white light flashed, and the fire breaking sword pointed at Shang Dongzhen's eyebrows, "Now, Phantom Er is also highly poisonous, what else do you have to say at this moment." ”

Dongqing's eyes were as bright as stars, but his face was still light and breezy. I don't know why, Yan Mubai was very unhappy with his faint appearance, thinking that since the two of them came to this valley, they have been doing small lows almost everywhere, in order to make the villagers feel at ease, except for collecting medicine, they have hardly gone out of the door for half a step, and Huan'er even got up early and greedy for darkness, made all kinds of pills and medicinal food, and went to help the villagers here, but at this moment, there was a little discord, and people came to the door to lock it, and they couldn't help but look at each other angrily because she was not worth it.

"This is not the time for tension, the only thing at the moment is to find out who this poisoned person is, and it is important to get the antidote from him. "Although Grandma is a woman, she always hits the nail on the head.

Yan Mubai turned his head to Ah Weng and said, "The younger generation knows that Ah Weng has a problem, but I still want to ask, what kind of poison is this poison and whether there is really a solution." ”

Ah Weng frowned, took a few steps back, and slammed the door frame with a punch, and then said hatefully: "It's a wailing dispersion." ”

"Impossible," Grandma almost blurted out.

Yan Mubai's eyes were staring at Dong Zhen tightly, I don't know if it was his own delusion, just when Ah Weng said this poison, it seemed that a sneer flashed on his face, just for a moment, and then he returned to his previous cold and indifferent look.

Yan Mubai held back the resentment in his heart, and then asked, "What kind of poison is this, why is it impossible?" ”

Grandma took a look at Ah Weng, only to see that he was depressed at the moment, and pulled out a corner of his shirt that was accidentally sandwiched in the barb of the door frame, and waved his hand, Grandma sighed and replied: "This wailing powder is a medicine that has been banned in our Dongjue Village nearly thirty years ago, and it was originally developed privately by this old guy's female apprentice, and it was used to treat head wind in the early days. This wind cannot be cured, it can only be suppressed, and it will attack, especially in winter and summer, like thousands of summer cicadas singing in unison in the ears, and the pain is unspeakable. At the beginning, when the villagers were given this medicine, it did have an effect, but as time went by, it was found that the people who were being treated would be controlled by the people who applied the medicine, and finally the head stroke patients died because they couldn't stand their own thoughts, and the old man remembered that maybe it was not the medicine itself that was wrong, but that the people who made the medicine had bad intentions. So he told the patriarch about it, and the patriarch was benevolent, thinking that although this woman made a mistake, she was also a child who grew up in Dongjue Village, so she opened the net and locked it up, and made this medicine a banned drug. ”

Since it was more than thirty years ago, Dongzhen naturally has not experienced it personally, but even if he has learned it from the mouths of the elders, he should have some emotions when he hears it again at this moment, but at this moment, his face is calm and calm, as if his own people are just outsiders.

Yan Mubai rolled his eyes at him in his heart, and continued to ask, "Then what happened to the woman?"

Grandma was a little hesitant, turned around and went to the grass hall to scoop a bowl of water, opened her mouth and took several sips in a row, and then said: " The woman is before, I mentioned Dongmao with the phantom girl, and then a chivalrous warrior broke into the valley, and he was also injured, after the injury, when he mentioned repayment, he took it upon himself to send food to the Mao girl, who knew that one came and went, the two actually had feelings, and when they left, they had to take it away with this girl, the patriarch couldn't do it, so he had to agree, but the villagers in the clan did not agree, just because there were wizards in Dongjue Village in ancient times, once someone went out to Dongjue Valley, it would invite the disaster of killing, affecting the villagers, there was no good death, no good life, this generation has been handed down, and if you don't go out, you will be set as the ancestral training, the daughter of the clan will not marry outside, and the man outside the clan will not marry inside, Dongjue Village can have people come in, but no one can go out. ”

"What happened to Miss Dongmao?

"Hey, during the period of the chivalrous man's recuperation, he was polite and thoughtful, who knew that he encountered this, but he would not be flexible, seeing that this matter was difficult to achieve, he actually showed a knife to the villagers, and injured a lot, and the person was taken away, but after that, the villagers repeatedly found trouble with the girl's family, how big is this village, Zu Xun is here, but he can't run away, it didn't take long for the two sisters and the old mother to end up depressed, only the old bones from the east were left, and they boiled for many years like boiling oil, and they also went together, and then the villagers who went out to buy came back and mentioned that the chivalrous man was not sick and died, and the girl violated the ancestral teachings, and she would not be able to return to the village, and it didn't take long for there to be no news, I think I should be no longer alive. When the villagers heard this, they became even more convinced of the sorcerer's words, and in recent years almost no one has been willing to leave the village again. ”

Yan Mubai didn't understand why there was such an ancestral precept that had been passed down to the world, but when he said this, he could vaguely understand the reason why Ah Weng was a little unspeakable, if those villagers outside the courtyard knew, they were afraid that they would think that this Dongmao had returned to his soul and came back to ask for his life.

"The formula for that wailing scatter is only known to Mao Yatou, she is no longer alive at this moment, who can know about this poisonous antidote?" Ah Weng looked depressed at the moment, and his face was full of gloom.

"Then why do poisoned people fall unconscious?"

"This wailing is medicine is also poison, the initial medication will be a few days of sleep, but in the end it is a few days also has a lot to do with the person who takes the medicine itself, when people who suffered from head wind, most of them began to wake up in about ten days, but it is powerful in this, once people wake up, their behavior is no longer controlled by themselves, often murder, suicide, involuntary heart. In the past six or seven days, plus the phantom girl is already the fifth, how can this be good!" Ah Weng lost his mind for a while.

"Control people's hearts, what does the person behind this want to do, and what is worth trying for others in this Dongjue Village?" Yan Mubai's lips were purple at the moment, and his body was a little cold.

The autumn night is thick, and the frost is flying. The girl on the bed has a face like red beads, and she spits evenly, looking from a distance, it seems like a quiet long sleep. A man in the room, lying with his arms crossed, propped up on the table, is resting with his eyes closed, and on the square table, lying quietly with a long sword and an oil lamp in his hand.

Suddenly, the wind blew outside the house, and the withered yellow autumn leaves that were falling in the room rattled, and a pair of inky jade-colored pupils suddenly opened, and the girl on the bed woke up, she kicked her shoes, picked up a long sword by the table, and walked towards the door.

The night was as cool as water, the autumn wind gusted, the oil lamp on the table flickered dimly, and was stirred by the wind, and the crackling horn rang a few times, the girl's brows tightened, accompanied by the faint light, the back was reflected on the wall, and it was very slender, and suddenly the body turned, facing the square table, the long sword moved up, and quietly pointed up.

The coolness struck, and the man woke up suddenly, "Phantom, what's wrong with you?"

The girl's dark pupils suddenly dilated, and with a twist of her wrist, she stabbed straight out, and the blood was dripping and ticking, oozing out of the hands holding the Bai Hongjian little by little, and the red blood was dripping on the oil lamp, and the stinging sparkled several times, almost pouring the faint flame clean.

Yan Mubai's teeth clenched, frowned, and called a few times, her eyes blinked a few times, the faint orange light, like a mud cow entering the sea, did not see the slightest wave, Yan Mubai was frightened in her heart, and with the force on her wrist, she was a little faster at Su Lu's phantom neck, and the girl's body suddenly weakened, and she fell down.

"Morning, Senior Brother Yan. ”

"Morning, Phantom. ”

"Why did you come back from outside?"

"Oh, last night's incident, go out and find out. ”

"Phantom, are you feeling unwell?"

"Uncomfortable? No, I'm just a little sleepy. Su Lu's eyes flickered, like the starry sky under the sky, clear and brilliant.

"It's okay, fortunately, the miasma in the forest has been rampant in the past two days, and you can't go into the mountains to collect medicine, so you can rest for a few more hours." Yan Mubai was hesitating about last night's events at the moment, and he didn't know how to speak, but this was the best.

"Senior brother, why did your hand hurt?"

"Oh, I practiced my sword in the morning and was accidentally cut by a sword. Yan Mubai replied casually in a panic.

"Why are you so careless!" Su Luhuan said distressedly while taking out the porcelain medicine bottle in his arms to medicate him.

"Last night, those villagers left?"

Yan Mubai was stunned for a moment, and then hummed softly in his mouth, "Grandma Aweng came back, and they all left." After putting down the porcelain bottle, she carefully found the gauze and wrapped it twice, Yan Mubai didn't move, and she wrapped it carefully.

"Are all the unconscious people in the village awake?"

Yan Mubai paused and replied, "I'm all awake, and I'm fine." ”

Such words are lies. When he got up in the morning, before Su Luhuan woke up, Yan Mubai deliberately went out to inquire, and the number of poisoned people did not decrease but increased, and five more people were added, and now there are about ten people, all of whom fell asleep first and then woke up, ignorant and crazy, beating and hurting people.

"Phantom girl is a person who practices martial arts, and she is also a doctor, and she has been refining and testing medicine all year round, and her sleep time is much shorter than others. Yan Mubai remembered Ah Weng's words last night, and he didn't know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, it was better to be awake than to be asleep all the time.

Halfway through noon, Yan Mubai didn't dare to leave half a step, wherever Su Luhuan went, he would follow, the girl was sensitive, but she couldn't guess the reason, she went back and forth a few times, a little ashamed, but if the two of them could live here all the time and be together, it would not be a beautiful thing.

The sun slowly set in the west, a bright color in the west, red and hot like a rose, but it turned into a floating dark red, it was not yet night, Su Luhuan was a little sleepy, she rubbed her dry eyes, stretched out her right hand, patted her shoulders, and was sore.

"Okay, I won't learn today", she got up and packed up the needlework and scissors, and looked into the distance, at this moment Yan Mubai was adding fire in front of the stove, just for a moment, the two eyes intersected, she suddenly blushed, walked over slowly, with infinite tenderness in her eyes, and said softly: "Senior brother, I'm a little sleepy, I want to go and rest first." ”

"Well, go ahead, the rice is cooked, I'll call you. ”

Su Luhuan said hello, turned around and walked to the wooden house on the left, her steps were a little staggering, but ten steps, suddenly a palm waved, facing the right shoulder of the grandmother, the grandmother couldn't bear it, took a few steps back one after another, one foot was weak, and fell down.

"Phantom girl!"

"Grandma!"

The two of them almost spoke at the same time.

Yan Mubai was shocked at the moment, and wanted to get up to help him, but Su Lu's phantom figure flashed, and the second palm roared out, just touching Grandma Meiyu, suddenly turned back, swished, the palm wind was domineering, and he actually smashed the flying dry firewood, Yan Mubai's body circled, grabbed Grandma's shoulder and fled quickly.