Since Fang Zhongjin woke up in the bamboo house, he has seen the first and second children of the Chen family one after another. The last middle-aged man to come in was obviously Chen Wuxiang and Chen Qingliang's father. He looked only in his early forties, and although he was dressed as a simple farmer, his clothes were very neat. The elbows, cuffs, and other areas that are prone to wear are covered with thick patches, and it looks like they make a living by striking iron. But his face was not as dark as that of an ordinary blacksmith, and he looked pale but polite.

Fang Zhongjin was leaning on the bamboo bed at this time, and when he saw the appearance of this middle-aged man, he felt that he was strangely like Chen Qingliang and Chen Wuxiang. Fang Zhongjin hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted the middle-aged man: "In Zhongjin below, there is Lao Chen Bo who has taken it in." ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Fang Xiaoxia is too polite. It was my daughter who was reckless and poisoned you to the ground. If it weren't for Fang Xiaoxia's extraordinary talent, he would have only been in a coma after being poisoned, and he would not have died immediately. I can't get it back. I don't know if this toxin has been pulled out, anyway, Xiaoxia should rest at my house for a few more days. ”

These words hit a mystery in Fang Zhongjin's heart in the past few days. It is said that the Cold Moon Blade in his hand has been quenched with severe poison, but neither the ordinary villagers in the Dead Village, nor the huge queen worm, have shown the slightest sign of poisoning when they are injured by this poisonous blade. Especially the insect queen, who was slashed by himself a hundred times, was more than enough to die of his injuries.

Fang Zhongjin originally guessed that the poison on this Cold Moon Blade was also quenched thousands of years ago. After that, it was hidden in a box as a treasure for so many years, and it may have lost its toxicity long ago. And now that he learned that he was poisoned, he could not die immediately, but it was inevitable that Fang Zhongjin would not be able to link the two. If there is anything he has in common with the villagers of the Dead Village, it is that he has the eggs of the Immortal Worm in his body. Could it be that this insect still has the miraculous effect of anti-poison? That doesn't seem to be a bad thing at all.

The middle-aged man Chen Bo didn't know this moment, Fang Zhongjin had already thought about so many things in his mind, and still smiled and politely said to him, "It's really a coincidence, I live a clean life in this mountain all day long, but I didn't expect so many guests to come as soon as they came." ”

Fang Zhongjin was stunned when he heard this, and Uncle Chen hurriedly explained: "It is a friend of mine for many years, and he has also borrowed it from me for the past two days. He has a bit of a jumpy temperament, and I was afraid that he would quarrel with you, so I didn't come to introduce him. When you are better, I invite you to get to know each other together. ”

Fang Zhongjin said a few more polite words to Uncle Chen, and Uncle Chen said that he wanted him to have a good rest, so he turned around and went out. Leaving Fang Zhongjin alone in the house, he saw through the window lattice that there were a few verdant bamboos outside, and all the houses he wanted to come here were made of local materials. He always sighed in his heart, a few days ago, he suddenly had the idea of spending the rest of his life in Xining Village, and now he really wants to live in this mountain village for a short time. It seems that he is not destined to be adrift, isn't this just stealing a few days of leisure.

Just as he was thinking of this, suddenly the bamboo door was pushed open again, and Lu'er came in with a basket of food. Fang Zhongjin felt hungry at this time, and said in his heart that he didn't know how long he hadn't eaten. But as soon as he saw Lu'er's expression, he knew that she had something on her mind. I saw Lu'er frowning tightly at this time, not knowing what he was thinking, and his worries were written on his face.

Although Lu'er is usually used to capturing other people's inner thoughts through other people's subtle expressions, only when she is with Fang Zhongjin, she will let the emotions in her heart appear so clearly on her face.

Fang Zhongjin was surprised when he saw it, and asked Lu'er, "What's wrong with you, is there anything wrong here?"

Lu'er glanced up at Fang Zhongjin, sighed and said, "Alas, you said that I have always been quite accurate in looking at people, and I rarely read it wrong. Today, I don't understand it. ”

Fang Zhongjin looked at Lu'er quietly, waiting for her to continue. Lu'er slowly placed the food in the basket one by one on a small bamboo table next to Fang Zhongjin's bed. Porridge and wild vegetables are all common foods. She turned the bamboo table again, turned it into a small table, and turned it to Fang Zhongjin. It was the first time Fang Zhongjin saw such a magical small table, which allowed him to lean on the bed to eat. But how could he care about this strange little table at this time, because Lu'er had never said anything to him like this. Now she hesitated, not knowing what had happened.

Lu'er finally made up her mind and said, "Brother Jin, I think Ah Xiang should be a good person. ”

As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Zhongjin smiled. He said: "Ah Xiang has no heart and no lungs, and it is difficult to be a bad person. ”

Lu'er then said: "I don't think Sister Chen Qingliang and Uncle Chen are not bad people. ”

Fang Zhongjin nodded noncommittally. He had only been in contact with these two people for a short time, and it was not easy for Fang Zhongjin to tell whether they were good or bad. He also guessed that Chen Boxing might have another background, and for some reason he lived in seclusion here. But since they can spend a lot of effort to save their lives, they will never harm themselves casually.

"But!" Lu'er suddenly raised his head and said to Fang Zhongjin, "That friend of Uncle Chen is definitely not a good person!"

Fang Zhongjin was stunned when he said this, and Lu'er hurriedly added: "No matter how that person looks or behaves, I look weird. Every word he utters is false. Even if you laugh, you have a knife hidden in your smile. And Uncle Chen is very close to him. I can't say why, but I always feel suspiciously tight about this person. ”

Fang Zhongjin never doubted Lu'er's ability to recognize people. Although there are not only good people and bad people in this world, nor are there good people and bad people, good and evil must not be separated. But since a smart woman like Lu'er can also show such a worried look, I think this person is not an ordinary "bad person" who can close the coffin. It is often said that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and if this person is really suspicious, the two of them might as well leave early.

Fang Zhongjin lifted the thin quilt on his body, stopped eating, and was about to get out of bed. He said, "Let's go, let's go meet the man." ”

When Lu'er heard this, he hurriedly shouted, "Your injury!"

Fang Zhongjin smiled and said, "It's long out of the way." But we might as well pretend that we're not all right, so that they don't have to be on guard. Can you paint me two on my face? It's best to look emaciated, and if I'm too hurt to heal. ”

Lu'er smiled and said, "It's so simple, I know, you're pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, right?"

Fang Zhongjin and Lu'er smiled heartily, and they both made up their minds: first go to find out the strange guest's old background.