There are only a few houses on the cliff, covered with snow all year round, and the small village built against the mountain has only a few houses. Most of them are built on the cliff and integrated with the cliff. This is a very simple and scientific construction method.

However, Murong Zijue and the others are still two to three hundred meters away from this small village, and there are very difficult mountain roads in the middle.

Fortunately, the mountains and forests here are dense, and it is very easy for them to hide their bodies while traveling.

With the goal in mind, the three of them continued to move forward. Secret Guard No. 7 kept looking back and did not see the men and horses led by Yan Yunliu following up. Everyone was relieved. However, Lin Erdan's situation became increasingly serious.

Oops!

Murong Zijue knew a little about diagnosing pulses, but she could only feel that his pulse was getting weaker and weaker, and her heart became more anxious.

"Who are you?" Just when they felt they were getting closer and closer to the village, suddenly, a sneaky, dark boy appeared in the grass and asked with a heavy foreign accent.

"Huh?" Murong Zijue was startled. She looked carefully and realized that it was just a little boy. She felt relieved and sat down on the ground tiredly. "Kid, we are here for a trip. One of our traveling companions is halfway there.

I am poisoned and need treatment. Is there a doctor in your village?"

The little boy opened his black and white eyes wide and asked: "What is a doctor?"

When he saw the unconscious Lin Erdan, he was immediately startled: "What's wrong with him? Is he dead? Does he need to perform a ritual?"

Murong Zijue suddenly became unhappy: "How to speak? What rituals are being performed? He is just poisoned."

"Poisoned?" The little boy seemed to understand something. "Did you encounter miasma in the mountains? Are you still alive? Let me tell you, you need to cure the miasma, right? I can cure it."

Murong Zijue thought that he was only about eight years old, so of course she didn't believe that he could be cured, so she stretched out her hand to drive him away: "Go, go, you kid, what do you know? What's your name?"

The boy said: "My name is Little Black Cow, what is your name?"

Murong Zijue was stunned. She had never met such a child who dared to ask her name face to face. She smiled and said, "My name is Zijue."

The little boy smiled, showing his small teeth that had just lost his front teeth: "Ah! It turns out to be Sister Zijue, you are so pretty."

Murong Zijue, who was extremely tired, felt quite comfortable when he was praised by this wild child from the mountains who didn't wear much clothes. He suddenly smiled: "Little Black Niu, do you think it can cure miasma? Can it cure poisonous injuries?"

The little black cow stepped forward and rolled Lin Erdan's eyelids, and touched Lin Erdan's chest in a decent manner. Finally, he reached out and grabbed Lin Erdan's wrist pulse, closed his eyes and stayed there for half a minute.

, and then shook his head: "I learned how to cure miasma from Grandpa Mu Bai. Grandpa Mu Bai is an old god. This man's miasma is too serious and I can't cure it."

Murong Zijue suddenly ignited the light of hope: "Little Black Niu, where is Grandpa Mu Bai? We need to find him immediately and help us treat him."

"Grandpa Mu Bai? He only treats people in our village, not people outside." Shang Heiniu shook his head, "It's useless to find him."

"What? Only treating people in your village?" Murong Zijue was suddenly shocked, and the expression of secret guard No. 7 immediately turned cold, "Little Black Niu, take us to find you, Grandpa Mu Bai!"

The little black cow hesitated for a moment, and Murong Zijue dug into her pocket. However, she came out to fight last night and didn't bring any scraps with her!

In desperation, Murong Zijue took out his mobile phone: "Little Black Niu, if you can let your Grandpa Mu Bai help us cure this patient, this mobile phone will be given to you."

The little black cow shook his head: "I don't want your mobile phone. What is the mobile phone used for?"

Murong Zijue finally determined that this small mountain village built on the cliff is clearly an isolated village! This child has never even seen a mobile phone? So, how secluded is this small mountain village?

Can there be any powerful doctors in such a backward and remote mountain village? This is what Murong Zijue is most worried about!

But since she brought Lin Erdan here, no matter how good Grandpa Mu Bai's medical skills are, she has to try it!

After all the talk, Little Black Niu finally agreed to take them to see Grandpa Mu Bai.

The little black cow was hopping in front, and his shabby clothes were even more conspicuous. Murong Zijue and the two Murong secret guards looked well-dressed and too glamorous.

Ten minutes later, the exhausted Murong Zijue and three others finally brought the lifeless Lin Erdan to the small mountain village.

Immediately, several villagers gathered around. Murong Zijue took a closer look and found that most of the clothes worn by these villagers were made of hand-woven coarse cloth. There were no buttons or anything like that. They were all made of cloth.

Made of buttons.

"What's going on? Is this person dead?"

"It looks like he is dead, and he is going to do something."

"Yes, please invite our great god Ah Chao to do the ritual!"

Murong Zijue secretly sighed in his heart: No wonder the little black cow talks about doing things when he speaks, but the people here are like this when they speak.

She also understood that it wasn't that the little black cow's words were unpleasant, but that the people here spoke in this way.

"The village chief is here!"

Murong Zijue hurriedly looked at the village chief. Sure enough, the village chief's clothes were much neater than those of the villagers. He even wore a hat that was obviously bought from outside.

The village chief was simply arrogant and arrogant: "Who are you? What are you doing here? What's the matter? Do you want to bury someone?"

Apparently he had obtained a lot of information from the villagers' discussions.

Murong Zijue said quickly: "Mr. Village Chief, we are here to travel to the scenic area. Our companion has been poisoned and we hope to get treatment as soon as possible. Could you please, Mr. Village Chief, help our companion?

Find the best doctor here?"

The village chief was obviously even more proud, but he still glanced at Murong Zijue lustfully: "Oh, that's it. Then if I cure your poisonous wounds, what can you do to honor Uncle Mu Bai?"

"Filial piety?" Murong Zijue looked at the two secret guards beside her. She knew very well that the rules of Murong's secret guards were very strict. If they went out to fight, no one was allowed to bring toys with them. No. 7 and No. 8 obviously also

They are all disciplined people.

Murong Zijue had no choice but to ask: "Village Chief, please tell me, what should I do to honor Uncle Mu Bai so that he is willing to treat us?"

The village chief proudly took out a pack of cigarettes, which were the cheapest Baisha cigarettes, costing six yuan a pack. However, in his hand, when he took out this Baisha cigarette, it was at least as good as smoking 95 Supreme.

Fan!

When he lit it, he showed a king-like temperament and took a puff: "Did you see that? Have you ever smoked white sand cigarettes?"

The two Murong secret guards did not understand the quality of cigarettes because they did not smoke at all and did not care about the specifications and grades of this kind of thing.

But Murong Zijue at least understood, because she had already smelled the smell of low-quality tobacco when the village chief took the first puff!
Chapter completed!