The village chief was still taking out money to settle the bill, when Zhang Wei rushed in from the outside shouting so loudly that I wanted to cover my head with a quilt.
"Where's San Man! Why are you injured?" He took Uncle Wu's arm and shook it vigorously, causing Uncle Wu's injury to hurt again and again. He wanted to get up and give this silly boy a slap.
"Stop...stop, your uncle and I will die..."
Uncle Wu's face turned pale with pain, and Zhang Weicai quickly put his hands behind his back and took several steps back to avoid Uncle Wu's attack range.
"I forgot, wasn't I anxious? Uncle, how is Sanman doing? I heard they were all carried back here?"
Uncle Wu frowned and pointed at the door, "You are blind. You don't know how to go in and take a look by yourself. You must not be dead yet. If you die, you will be pawning the house, you melon!"
Only then did Zhang Wei rush into my room, which made me want to move inside unconsciously. Don't let this fool make me more injured!
"Stop, stand there and don't move!" Before he could get close to the kang, I spoke to stop him preemptively.
As expected, Zhang Wei stood honestly two steps away from the kang, looking at me lying on the kang with a worried look on his face.
"Sanman, tell me why you didn't call me when you had something to do. You have made yourself so miserable. Your face is swollen. Isn't it disfigured?"
What does it mean that a dog cannot spit out ivory from its mouth? Zhang Wei is definitely the best among them. He clearly cares about people, but if he doesn't say it carefully, it will make people's teeth itch.
"Stop talking nonsense!" If he had been in the situation yesterday, he would probably have been found in the ruined temple. It would have been impossible to save others or even save himself.
The current injury was the result of Lang Hongyi and I's great efforts, using his skills and my skills as a make-up artist, to barely come back alive. With Zhang Wei, he would probably die faster.
"Where is your young master Lang? He is also injured. I said that the young masters in the city are all showmen. They can't help but look at them. If you are fine, I will go and see him. By the way, I will laugh at him for being so weak that he can't even protect a woman.
Chicken strength.”
Before I could say anything else, Zhang Wei had already left my room. Listening to the sound, he was really heading towards that room. There was also the sound of Uncle Wu counting money in the main room.
"Sanman, I will ask the village chief to send you the money for the Taomu house. I will follow you later to check on the problems of those young people. You take good care of them and get to the ground as soon as possible, otherwise your uncle will not be able to stop what happens next.
"
The village chief walked in and placed a few banknotes next to my pillow, with a look of worry and helplessness on his face.
A lot of things were still waiting for them outside, and at this time, he seemed to have heard Uncle Wu talk about the reasons why the village might not be peaceful recently.
There are many things that when they didn't happen, everyone thought it was just a fantasy, or they were far away from them. Only when a real disaster strikes, do they realize the seriousness of the matter.
The eight young men who were found were all in a state of wandering on the edge of life and death.
His whole body was covered in paper clothes like those burned to death, and his face turned into a white face that was so oozing. They couldn't help but disbelieve this situation.
What's more, the gate of the village chief's house was burned by a green will-o'-the-wisp last night, and quite a few people secretly saw it. People in the village were also panic-stricken, waiting for Uncle Wu and Zhou Changgui to go out to take charge.
Uncle Wu's electric wheelchair left my house with a noisy sound. I originally thought that everyone outside was gone. Zhang Wei also asked Lang Hongyi to silence him to make it so quiet.
A sound of throat clearing came from the main room, and I suddenly realized that there was someone else at home.
"Those people are not easy to deal with. They have been sucked into the yang energy."
It was the sound of the coffin being flattened, and then there was the sound of pots and pans being clinked together. I didn’t dare to think that this person actually stayed to help me cook?!
"Fumigating and boiling mugwort can remove the yin energy, but what should you do if the yang energy is absorbed?"
Initially I didn't expect to get an answer, after all, Coffin Boy's character was quite strange, but it didn't take long before his voice reached my ears again.
"You dare to choose a girl's temple at night, but you still don't understand these little tricks? If you have the ability, you can figure out how to replenish your yang."
After getting familiar with it, I actually heard a subtle emotional change in Coffin Boy's voice. For example, when he said this now, there was a hint of blaming me for being reckless.
"I think this may be called a newborn calf not afraid of tigers." I laughed at myself and continued to hold up the body on the kang. For a long time, the only movement was the coffin boy. Lang Hongyi and Zhang Wei in the room on the other side were silent.
Don't know what you are doing.
This made me a little curious, and at the same time, there was a strange smell coming from the end of my nose. It was said to be a mixture of fragrance and some medicinal smell. It was said to be medicine. It seemed that there was also the smell of meat in it. I couldn't tell what it was specifically.
In the room opposite, Lang Hongyi might be trying to relieve himself. Zhang Wei, who was just going to laugh at her, actually shouted in a series of concerned voices, "No, no, no, no, my brother Lang, why are you so seriously injured?"
Just wait while I find a urinal for you, so that we, the old men, can take care of it!"
The last sentence made me feel the strong malice, and I rolled my eyes while lying on the kang. If someone saw me at this time, they would probably think that I was going to die...
Is it blatant sexism?
Maybe Zhang Wei didn't see the coffin boy at all when he walked in. Now he came face to face with him abruptly, yelled and ran into the yard.
"You...who are you..."
Maybe it was because he had never seen Coffin Boy before. There was fear in Zhang Wei's voice, and he thought he had seen a ghost during the day.
The first impression of Coffin Man is that it's really weird, especially the costume and the pale face.
"Shut up!"
There was a deep sound in Coffin Boy's voice, probably because he was disturbed by the noise and was unhappy about what he was doing.
I quickly stopped Zhang Wei on the kang and said, "Stop wandering around here and go see if Uncle Wu needs help. Go ahead!"
Zhang Wei can only add to the chaos here. Neither Lang Hongyi nor I can move, and every skeletal muscle on our bodies is sore and stiff. Uncle Wu should also need manpower, so we can only ask Zhang Wei to come over and take a look first.
There are coffin boys here. At least we don't have to starve to death, provided we don't suffocate to death from feces and urine.
Zhang Wei looked at Lang Hongyi's house with a forced and helpless tone. He said for a long time that he had no choice but to find the magical chamber pot and could not help his eldest brother to overcome the disaster, and then left angrily.
The coffin boy in the outer room also made a move. He appeared next to my kang with a bowl of porridge that had no real appearance and said, "Eat, two bowls for sure."
Is it medicinal porridge?
But the color and taste were really weird. I turned my head and looked at the porridge bowl next to me. Even though my stomach was growling, I couldn't muster the courage to take a bite.
Listening to the coffin boy outside using the same opening remarks and sending a bowl to Lang Hongyi, I secretly said in my heart that I was in the same boat.
Before I started, the monkey fool's signature giggle came from the main room again, "Hey, hey, hey, Rourou, delicious!"
There was also the sound of snoring and drinking porridge. The monkey fool who had been making trouble for a long time was also in my house, and by the sound of the noise, he was drinking the same porridge as the one in front of me.
Is there any meat in it?
Could it be that those black pieces with white edges are some kind of meat ingredients prepared by Lang Hongyi in the refrigerator!
I boldly took a mouthful of porridge into my mouth with the smallest movements possible.