Chapter 390 Chinese Medicine

"Sanliang? Do you know how many tombs I need to run for? Do you know how much life I have to risk? You know..."

"Okay OK, okay, there's so much nonsense. At worst, I'll give you three kilograms of tea when I go back." The skeleton stretched and stood up from the chair, yawning, and ignored Lao Jiu: "Yin Hun, let's go out and see if anyone in the village came out."

Yin Hui nodded. Although Lao Jiu was full of grievances, they actually walked out ignoring their love, and they couldn't continue to mess around here. So they also got off the bed and grabbed the cigarette pot with some distress. After smelling the strong tobacco smell of the cigarette pot, they smiled bitterly, and finally put it away carefully.

"Why didn't anyone come out early in the morning?" Yin Hui asked curiously as he looked at the empty streets.

"Yes, I feel strange too." The skeleton walked out of the room in a state of spirit, his face full of red light. It can be seen that the cigarette he had just said was a lie. It was obvious that he had sucked that cigarette just now, so he was so energetic.

"Let's go ahead and take a look." The ghost took the initiative to walk in front and walked ahead along the deserted street.

The ground was a muddy path, and it was so muddy that they could not complain if they could take a step.

It was a rainy day today, and it was dark, as if a person was angry. But God did not squeeze out any raindrops, which made them wonder if God was constipated or something.

Their steps were very light, and the sound was very small, and the rustling sound was as fragile as raindrops and beaches. The surroundings were very quiet, and there was no sound in the house, which made them feel very bad.

"It's strange, why is there no one?" The ghost was nervous when he walked in front of him. He thought so, his eyes searching in various houses with anxiety. But although some doors were opened, the room was dark, and even if some light could still allow him to see everything in the room, it didn't work at all, and there was no one in the room.

The ghost looked back suspiciously at them, sought their opinions and asked, "What should I do? Do you want to shout twice?"

Lao Jiu nodded on his own initiative and shouted: "Mr., is anyone here?"

Rust, rustling.

Except for their steps to answer them, they received no response.

"It's strange, what's going on?" He looked at the thatched house that was empty and gloomy and weird all around, and felt a creepy feeling in his heart.

Squeak, thump.

Suddenly, a messy sound suddenly sounded in the room where they were, as if something had fallen from a high place to the ground, knocked over, and then it was a mess again.

The ghost frowned, then quickly hid next to the open door, and made a gesture to Yin Hui and others, asking them to hide on the other side and listen to their orders at any time.

The three nodded and held the gun in their hands. The ghost village with a strong and sensual energy made them very uneasy. Perhaps the sound was just a bait, a bait that attracted them inside. When they were captured, they would launch a dangerous attack. For the sake of life safety, they had to do so.

Ghost Shadow stretched out a finger, and at the same time made a lip shape to shout, then stretched out two fingers, making a lip shape to two. When stretched out three, Ghost Shadow's body suddenly jumped in, and Single-Blade Phoenix and Skeleton quickly surrounded the door to cover Ghost Shadow.

But to their disappointment, when their eyes finally settled in the room, they found the ghost standing in the corner of the room, looking at the dying cat on the table with some disgust.

His neck was stained with blood, as if he had been cut by some sharp weapon. His body moved hard on it, making meowing sounds that were unbearable. The blood slowly flowed down the dirt-filled table and flowed under the grass. The dry weeds were stained with blood and looked a little obscure.

"Is this cat just now?" Shan Daofeng asked curiously with wide eyes.

"Yes," said the ghost pointing to the lamp hall that was lying beside the cat.

"Is there no one?" Yin Hui shouted in disbelief: "Membersman, is there anyone?"

No one answered, only the cat's heavy breathing and the miserable meowing sounds. Every time he breathed, thick blood would flow out from the broken neck, and the ground was sprayed dirty.

"Damn, what's going on?" Suddenly, Lao Jiu seemed to have discovered something. He slowly squatted down and pushed away the straw that dripped the cat's blood on the ground. He looked at the blood dripping on the ground, poked it with a cigarette gun, and poked a small white bug out of the blood piled up in a piece of blood, which looked like a maggot.

"What is this?" the ghost asked with a frown.

"Maggot?" Yin Hui also asked curiously.

"I don't know." Lao Jiu shook his head, his voice very straightforward: "But I see that the worm seems to flow out of its blood, which means that the worm is parasitic in its blood vessels." He stood up and carefully observed the cat, wanting to see if there were any white maggots flowing out of the cat's wound.

But before they could do anything, the cat suddenly seemed to be stimulated and jumped up from the ground frantically, and the broken head then tilted.

Only then did everyone notice that the cat's neck and body were only connected by a thin layer of skin, which means that his blood vessels, respiratory tract and esophagus were all broken, and it was logical that there was no possibility of survival.

But why is this cat still alive? It can even do such a move? And judging from the neat wound, it should have been cut by a sharp weapon. Who is so cruel?

Bang.

The cat jumped like this and hit the roof of the low thatched house, followed by a sound of skin being torn, followed by two sounds of bumping and landing.

His head was actually separated from his body, and his head and body fell to the ground one after another.

His body stopped moving, but the cat's eyes blinked, with a faint green light, staring at them tightly. His mouth would open and close, but it could not make a sound because his lungs were far away from his respiratory tract and would never have the strength to rush to its throat.

"Who are you?" At this moment, an explosion-like sound suddenly came from the door, which scared Lao Jiu to tremble all over. However, the ghost skeleton and the single sword Feng were not scared by this, but reacted quickly. The gun in his hand pointed at the door in an instant, and the sound of the parts of the gun colliding constantly.

"Ah!" The old man standing at the door screamed when he saw these dark guns pointing at him, then knelt down on the ground, his face pale, and even his voice was stuttering: "Ah, I... I'm... I'll give you all the money, you... I... I'll get you money."

It was just a fellow villager. Ghost Shadow and the others put away their guns. Yin Hui also explained to him kindly: "Old man, we just saw a cat in your room dead, so we took the liberty in. We wanted to ask for a drink, but since you are inconvenient, let's go."

Yin Hui glanced at the ghosts and the others and signaled them to go out by themselves.

"Cat? What cat?" The old man stared at them with curiosity: "We don't have cats at home, how could there be cats?"

The old man looked around the room, and finally he was surprised to find the cat's head lying quietly on the ground, even blinking his eyes and glowing green, making people look at the creepy cat's head.

"What's going on?" He asked incredible face: "Why does this cat's head fall off? Why does it blink?"

When I heard from my fellow villagers that this cat was not from their family, several people became more interested and took back the steps that had just taken place. Perhaps some clues could be found from this cat?

"My fellow villager, are you sure this cat is not yours?" Yin Hui asked with bright big eyes.

"No, we don't have cats at home." Maybe it feels like Yin Hui and the others don't look like bad guys. The fear he had just disappeared a lot. He walked up curiously, looked at the cat with a strange head. After looking at it for a long time, he muttered: "I only know that the chicken's head can still jump after it is cut off, but I have never heard of a cat's head can still jump after it falls off."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cat's head suddenly jumped high, as if there was some force acting on him. Then, he flew to the old man's neck, meowed and bit the old man's neck.

ah!

The old man screamed in a hurry, and then he was thrown to the ground by the cat's head. With a thud, the old man's head directly smashed a bamboo wooden chair, and he fainted.

"Damn." Lao Jiu cursed, then stretched out his feet and kicked the cat in the head.

After a burst of explosions, the cat's head hit the bamboo wall, completely shattered, and his brain was covered with the bamboo wall.

"Ah, wife? What's wrong with you?" Suddenly, an old woman cried bitterly at the door. Then an old woman with a messy body was sloppy and unable to move stumbled in from the door, glanced at her husband who was fainting on the ground, and rushed forward: "My wife, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you."

The old man didn't say anything, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was dead. However, Yin Hui would not think he was dead, because the old guy just hit the chair gently, and the cat just bit him lightly, and it didn't hurt her anything. There was only a faint tooth mark on his neck, which was not very clear.

"Ah? He is dead? He is dead? My wife, why are you so short?" The old woman actually cried with the old man's body, crying in the dark.

At this time, many people heard the old woman's crying and gathered in this dim thatched hut. The village was not big at first, so they heard the old woman's crying.

"What's going on? What's going on?" An old man with white beard walked out of the crowd. He looked at the four strangers standing, then looked at the blood on the table and the old man who fainted, and asked angrily: "What the hell is going on?"

"I was killed by them, and I was killed by them." The old woman's eyes were blood red, her voice was angry, and she pointed her fingers at them, wishing she could poke their eyes blind.

"We didn't kill him." Ghost said calmly, he was not good at defending.

"Didn't kill him? Then where did these blood come from? Who are you? Why did you appear in our village?" the old white-bearded man looked at them and asked.

"That blood is the blood of a cat." Ghost replied coldly: "Let me see if he has anything to do." After that, Ghost slowly squatted down, wanting to help the old man see.

But the old white-bearded man rushed up, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Friends, they have killed our villagers. We can't let them go. Hurry up and arrest them."

"Catch it, arrest it." More than a dozen households outside also shouted this slogan, but the sound sounded turbid, as if it had been through thousands of years of vicissitudes. He suddenly noticed a question, that is, why are the villagers in this village all older people?

He looked at the villagers outside curiously, not worried at all that they would cause harm to him. Instead, he was afraid that when they caught him, they would cause some harm to him because of the excessive activity.

This is also the reason why they only shouted slogans but did not come up to catch them. These people were all strong and had weapons in their hands, so they were no match for them at all.

"Cough cough, cough cough!" Just as the old man with white beard was embarrassed that no one came up to catch them, the old man who had just fallen coughed and slowly opened his eyes.

"Ah, old man, you're awake, you're awake." The old woman looked at the old man excitedly and shouted in surprise.

"Yeah." The old man nodded, stood up from the ground hard, touched the back of his head, and then touched his neck. He smiled and looked at the place where Lao Jiu kicked the cat's head just now. He saw that the wall was full of brain matter, so he nodded with confidence: "Haha, village chief, whose cat is that? His head has fallen, and he can even bite me."

Seeing that the old guy was fine, the old man with white beard finally breathed a sigh of relief. He walked up in surprise and patted his body. Seeing that he had no adverse reactions, he smiled and said, "Haha, Lao Zhao, it's fine if it's fine, it's fine if it's fine. By the way, we almost had a misunderstanding with these people just now. I'm so sorry." After that, Whitebeard looked at them a few times.

Yin Hui nodded, responding.

"What? Are you not going to introduce these people?" Whitebeard asked with a smile.

"Oh, I don't know these people either." Old Zhao shook his head: "I saw them just now."

"Oh? Are you just here?" The white beard looked at them curiously.

At this moment, another old voice suddenly came from the door: "Ah, village chief, you have found you, the hunter we came to yesterday... Huh? Why are you here?"

Yin Hui and others hurriedly turned their eyes, and then they found that the owner of the voice was the old guy who took them in yesterday.

"Well, we woke up in the morning and saw that there was no one in the village, so we wanted to go around, but we didn't expect to turn here." Yin Hui explained with a relaxed expression.

"Oh, then I'll feel relieved. I thought you were leaving." The old man said with a smile.

"Haha, please worry too much, old man." Yin Hui smiled and said politely: "But I still don't understand one thing. Why was there no one in the village just now?"

"Oh, this, we went to work in the fields early in the morning." Whitebeard explained to them, then turned his eyes to the old guy who took them in, and cursed angrily: "Lao Zhang, you are too unfair to take me as the village chief. I came yesterday, why did you tell me today? I almost misunderstood them." The village chief stared at Lao Zhang angrily.

"Village Chief, I can't blame me for this. It was already evening when they came yesterday, so I asked them to live in my room." Lao Zhang explained with a grievance.

"Okay, I'll believe you for the time being." He glared at Lao Zhang and said, "If you dare to do this again in the future, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Hehe, don't worry, village chief, I will never do this again." Lao Zhang said with a smile.

"Haha, since we are guests, we should treat each other with courtesy. All households go back and prepare to prepare, take out all the best things in your house and entertain our guests. There has been no guests in our village for a long time."

After saying that, Whitebeard turned her eyes to the villagers, with a look of joy on her face.

The villagers were all red, as if cheetahs saw their prey... Bah, this metaphor is not appropriate at all. We are not prey, okay?

However, Yin Hui was full of doubts about everyone in the village. For nothing else, just because when Old Man Zhang didn't see them, he called us hunting... But when he shouted here, he stopped shouting. He suspected that there should be an object behind the hunting, and that it was prey. Did he talk about the prey that was them?

He looked at Lao Zhang suspiciously, but found that he smiled silly, not like a scheming person.
To be continued...