Every time the old man gently raised his middle finger and pressed it gently, Dugu Yuanchen's heart felt like a big drum had been beaten hard, and the sound of the drum made his blood gush, and he felt that something in his body was propping out.

As time went on, the speed of the old man's fingers became faster and faster, and Dugu Yuanchen's heart beat more and more violently, and the whole person had a feeling that he was about to be violent.

The old man had been observing his every move, and when he saw a faint layer of white steam emitting from Dugu Yuanchen's body, he suddenly withdrew his finger and lightly touched Dugu Yuanchen's throat.

Dugu Yuanchen felt a burst of irritation in his throat, as if there were hairs brushing up and down in it, so he coughed and planned to cough it out. As soon as he opened his mouth, a turbid gas surging up his abdomen was insufficient, and he vomited out most of the bowl of black dead blood.

Dugu Yuanchen looked at the puddle of blood he spit out, and he couldn't help but be afraid, but he was a little happy. What he was afraid of was that he knew that he had suffered internal injuries, and he tried to force the blood stasis out several times but failed, so he felt that the injury might not be serious, but from the blood spitting out, it can be seen that the monk was sinister and vicious, and wanted to slowly rot from his internal organs. Of course, I am glad that I met this old man today.

"Thank you, old man!"

Dugu Yuanchen has never been able to say anything nice, so no matter how much kindness others have to him, he will only finish it in a few words, this thing has never been on his lips, he has to keep it in his heart.

Shi Yue, who drank the medicine, fell asleep unconscious, and Dugu Yuanchen had to carry her back to the hut of "an inn".

The bed was small and could only sleep one person. So after Dugu Yuanchen put Shi Yue on the bed, he could only pull a chair and sit down. There was nothing to do left and right, and then I remembered the old gentleman from the pharmacy. With his medical skills, how could he stay in such a small set, and no matter which country outside can't make money every day? Thinking about it, he thought about today's matter, and always felt that today's matter was a little strange, he had never heard of "hooking the soul", not to mention that the old gentleman could bring the soul back!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at the bed, and the old gentleman said that she was very weak during this time, and even if she drank his medicine, she would not wake up until this time tomorrow.

When his body was weak, he made up for it, so he thought of meat. Dugu Yuanchen really hasn't eaten the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and meat is already the most replenishing thing in his cognition.

But he didn't sleep for a night, so he took a nap on the edge of the bed, thinking that it would be not too late to squint for a while and wake up and cut the meat.

Who knew that I slept too dead this night, and when I woke up, it was already in the west.

Dugu Yuanchen ran out of the door in a hurry, running in the direction that he had been coming and going with his memory. Because he remembered that there were the most people and there were many shops, and there must have been a place to sell meat.

Dugu Yuanchen went there to see that he was really blindsided, there was a noodle restaurant not far from the street, and there was a stall selling meat next to it.

Dugu Yuanchen is strange, it's already afternoon, and this market doesn't look big, but why don't people go home to cook?

He finally squeezed over and stood beside the butcher stall, and now there were finally fewer people.

"Boss, come three catties of beef, you want it on your thighs!"

The man who cut the meat had a big beard, and a wide leather made of animal fur was wrapped around his chest, which had become shiny after long rubbing on the cutting board. The man is strong, with a big waist and round arms, muscles and strips, an old mountain cigarette in his mouth, snorting and snorting out of the smoke, and his speech is also slurred, roughly listening to the real "no".

Dugu Yuanchen pointed at the iron hook on the case: "Isn't it!"

The mountain smoke in the man's mouth was coming to an end, he spit on the ground on his toes, and glanced at Dugu Yuanchen with slanted eyes: "Little brother, a foreigner! ”

Dugu Yuanchen sneered twice, this is a "bullying"? This matter used to be bullied by him and Nie Xiao, but today he was actually bullied by others, is there really retribution?

If you think about it, you're going to forget it, how can you fight with someone if you don't know the place well?

"Earlier, I heard that 'Fengyueji' has a custom of bullying students, but you are too obvious, right, do you really use our foreigners as soft persimmons?"

Dugu Yuanchen heard the sound and saw that there was a person crawling on an open-air wooden table in the noodle restaurant next to him, looking like he was in his forties, his clothes were worn but not tattered, his sleeves were rolled up a few times and his elbows were level, his face was sloppy with his beard and some unkempt hair, and there were many wine jars and wine glasses scattered on the table in front of him.

"What does it matter to you that I bully others?"

It seems that the man who sells meat knows the middle-aged man, otherwise he would never speak so politely according to his character, and he wouldn't even bother to pay attention to it.

"Originally, it was none of my business, but I'm also a foreigner, so I can't get used to being bullied by others!"

The man who cut the meat shook his hand, and a big knife used to cut the meat slammed on the machete cutting board: "Then what do you want, I can explain it first, if you offend me, you won't collect the corpse tomorrow." ”

"It doesn't matter, where the body is lying is not lying down, and I don't need someone else to collect the body for me. ”

"Is it, aren't you afraid of the Heavenly Pavilion?" The man waved his hand as he spoke, and everything in the world was cut off from them, and no one could know what they were talking about.

The middle-aged man lying on the table slowly sat up straight when he heard the words "Heavenly Pavilion", and cast a lazy look, as if he was not very interested in everything in the world, and the stubble became more obvious.

"If you want to say that the 'Heavenly Pavilion' was also put in by you, and it is rumored that you are relatives, is this true?"

The man who sold meat laughed twice: "It is rumored that you were beaten by someone in the other world and lost your realm before falling back, is this true?"

"What's the big deal with the real or fake!"

"If it's true, then I'll collect the body for you, and if it's fake, I'll collect the body for Zhuo Bufan. ”

"In that case, why should you be in a hurry to know!"

The construction and lifting of the ban on heaven and earth was only a matter of a moment, the man had already cut the beef during the conversation, and threw it at Dugu Yuanchen at the same time as the ban was revoked, which scared Dugu Yuanchen, but fortunately he reacted quickly enough to not let it land.

Dugu Yuanchen had already guessed what had just happened, but he couldn't guess what they said.

When Dugu Yuanchen walked back, he kept thinking about this small market called "Fengyue Market", thinking about its mystery, and the mystery of the people here, weird.

Thinking about it, he didn't pay attention to the person who came, and bumped into the person, so he quickly nodded and apologized, but fortunately, the person didn't want to find fault, and left after saying a few words.

Dugu Yuanchen inadvertently glanced at the person when he was on the wrong shoulder with the man, and he didn't look out of the ordinary.

But the more he walked, the more he felt that something was wrong, and it was a strange feeling, so he glanced back, and was shocked by his cold sweat, and he hurried back to the inn.

It turned out that when he turned around, he saw the bustling crowd on the street, and found that their backs were the same, and even their faces looked very similar.

As night fell, a thick layer of fog slowly enveloped the entire Fengyue Collection.