As soon as the two of them entered the village, the surrounding people gathered around, and Cheng Wen grabbed one of them and asked about the situation at home. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man said, "It's still the same, just drinking some gruel these days and hanging that breath." ”

After hearing this, Cheng Wen calmed down a lot, not as anxious as before, but he didn't put down the hanging one, ignored the shocked looks of everyone, and ran quickly towards home.

Falling leaves followed closely behind, because of the cultivation of immortals, his ears and eyes were clear, and he listened to all the words of everyone.

It was nothing more than a shock that Cheng Wen could come back alive, speculating whether he had picked the legendary red snow grass.

The people in the mountains were very simple, and he thought he must have picked them, and there were some who had the opposite opinion, especially the mother-in-law of the landlord in the village.

When she saw the article and walked away, she said in a loud voice: "Can this poor scholar pick red snow grass? Dream, look at his appearance, you can't tell where he came back after a few days." ”

Others didn't like her words, but no one refuted them, after all, she planted other people's land and relied on others to eat.

The mother-in-law of the landlord's family was naturally not stupid, she knew what everyone thought, and continued: "Didn't you Fang Langzhong also say that red snow grass is more precious than a hundred years of ginseng, and my lord spent a lot of money to send a hundred years of ginseng to the county order. ”

After everyone listened, they felt that it was very reasonable, and most of them nodded in agreement, which made the landlord's mother-in-law feel a little proud, and other people's lives and deaths cared about her bird affairs, and she could become the center of everyone, and she cared about becoming the focus of attention.

Looking at the disappearing figure of Cheng Wen, she thought: "I don't know where the young man in the back is, he is really handsome, how rare it would be if this made my mother and me so rare." ”

Falling leaves shivered for no reason, a few goosebumps appeared on his body, and when he looked back, he vaguely saw the woman's fat body and blood-red lips......

"Could it be a hallucination?" Fallen Leaf followed into Cheng Wen's house.

The house is very small and old but not broken, there is very little furniture inside, it is pleasing to the eye, and the cleaning is also very clean.

Cheng Wen's wife was lying on the fire, and there was a lady about fifty years old.

Cheng Wen walked up to his wife and stroked her haggard face: "Yueru, I found the red snow grass, I'll go and boil the medicine, and you will get better when you drink it." ”

"Article, don't take out the red snow grass quickly. "The lady turned red snow grass," you accompany her here, and I will boil the medicine. ”

Cheng Wen said gratefully: "Aunt Chen...... Thank you, remember to mash it before boiling. ”

Aunt Chen answered and sat down in the outhouse.

Cheng Wen and his wife talk to each other tenderly, full of longing for the future.

Fallen leaves listened quietly on the side, and gradually a layer of fog appeared in his eyes, "I didn't expect this nerd to have this tenderness." ”

Falling leaves thought of Yaoyao, if one day Yaoyao was sick or injured, he would have to tell her like this.

Luoye looked at Yueru carefully for a while, only to see that her face was pale, with a trace of black gas on her forehead, and she only felt some impressions but couldn't remember.

Aunt Chen walked into the house with a medicine bowl: "Article, the medicine is ready." ”

"Oh......" Cheng Wen reached for the medicine bowl.

Aunt Chen said: "Let me come, you are the most unaccustomed to this as a man." ”

Cheng Wen's face turned red, flashed to the side, and gave up his position to Aunt Chen.

Aunt Chen called Cheng Wenwen to help, helped Yueru up, and pried open her teeth so that the medicinal soup could be fed in.

When Yueru was helped up, the quilt slipped off to expose her neck, and a black thread appeared on it.

Falling leaves were shocked in his heart, isn't this a secret curse!

This spell is called the Soul Lost Mantra, it is not a profound spell, and the children of the fifth or sixth level of Qi refining can successfully cultivate, but this spell is a vicious technique, and the sect will not teach it to the children.

The essence and blood of the person who has cast the Lost Soul Curse can only succeed with a variety of precious herbs, and it can only be applied to people whose cultivation is lower than their own.

"How can there be a Lost Soul Curse here?" Falling Leaf walked to Yueru's side in three or two steps, stretched out his hand and twisted her neck, revealing a black line again.

"Hugh is rude, how can you touch my lady's skin......" Cheng Cheng was furious, it can be seen that the fallen leaves looked very much, looking towards the palm of the fallen leaves, the two black lines were prominently engraved on his wife's neck.

Aunt Chen said: "After you left, a black thread grew on Yueru's neck, which was the size of an embroidery needle at first, and then it grew two, both of which became as long as fingers. ”

Cheng Wen secretly blamed himself for being rude, Fallen Leaf is just a ten-year-old child, where does he know so much etiquette, this is obviously because he discovered his wife's abnormality and did so.

For a while, Cheng Article's heart was pinched again, I don't know if this red snow grass can still save his wife, but Fallen Leaf is pondering, and he can't interrupt him, so he can't wait to ask for a cure from Fallen Leaf's body immediately.

The fallen leaves turned Yueru's neck, and three black threads appeared, although they were very thin, they were completely black, and they were deeper than the ink.

"The spell caster has about the seventh level of cultivation of the refining weapon, but this soul loss spell has been melted into the bone marrow, and it is very troublesome to treat, if you find it three or five days in the morning, it will not take much effort. ”

"She's just a mortal, why did the spellcaster put this spell on her, is there any plan that can't be done?"

"Red Snow Grass is the lowest level of spirit grass, containing the power of qi and blood, after taking it, it can only enhance some physique, and it has no effect on this spell. ”

Falling Leaves' mind was in a hurry, trying to recall the knowledge that the Bibo Fairy had taught him, and wanted to find a complete cure.

However, there are too few records of low-level evil spells such as the Lost Soul Curse, and Fallen Leaf only knows the conventional treatment plan.

Over there, he used his true qi to remove the mark of the Lost Soul Curse, but Yueru's body couldn't bear it, and the violent energy clash would kill him.

There is another type, if you find the caster, the spell will automatically expire when you kill it.

Counting the time, Yueru can still hold out for three days, if she can't get rid of the spellcaster within three days, Yueru will be eroded by the Soul Loss Curse, and then she will not die, but she will become a puppet of the spellcaster.

It wasn't until after seventy-seven and forty-nine days, when the energy of the Lost Soul Curse was exhausted, and Yueru Fang would turn into a pool of blood, that was the real liberation.

After searching the intestines and scraping the stomach, Falling Leaves thought of the third solution, configuring the Qingxin Pill, and a pill went first to the garbage spell like the Soul Losing Spell, and the change was instantly clear.

Of course, the fallen leaves can't do it, not to mention that the materials for refining the Qingxin Pill can't be found, even the level of this elixir is not something that the ability of the fallen leaves can refine.