The more Wang Xiaoliu'er thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He quickly stepped forward and threw himself into the crowd. He arched left and right, arching forward. He saw that inside the house, the daughter-in-law of the old Zhao family was crying. Next to it, a group of people
People watched nervously.
In the center of the crowd, there were only two people, one was Lao Zhao who fell on the ground, and the other was Lao Wang.
On one side is Mr. Lao Wang. He is holding a small knife in his hand. It seems that he is pouring medicine into Lao Zhao. At this time, he has been working hard for a long time and looks like he is sweating profusely.
Wang Xiaoliu was always sensible and knew that his grandfather was doing something, so he didn't dare to say anything. He stretched his neck and looked at it carefully, and he couldn't help being surprised!
Lao Zhao is a fat old man. He usually smiles a little bit inappropriately. At this time, he is lying on his back, with his mouth slightly open, and he is letting out a vague hum.
Looking at his appearance again, he was covered in bruises and swelling. He looked like a rotten purple eggplant. He was twitching continuously at this time, and foam was coming out from the corners of his mouth. His big belly was bulging as if it could bulge at any time.
It looked like it was about to explode, which was frightening to watch.
"Have you got what I want?"
"Coming, coming!"
While everyone was whispering to themselves, the daughter-in-law of Lao Wangtou'er's family came up with a bowl. It was a big bowl for drinking soup. It was full of soup-like things. Some people were surprised.
Called out, "Garlic paste?"
That's right, it's just a bowl of minced garlic.
Mr. Wang took the minced garlic, sniffed it, and said, "Open his mouth!"
After saying that, he found a drinking funnel, stuffed it into Old Wang's mouth, and then poured the minced garlic into Old Zhao's mouth bit by bit.
All the people watching the excitement subconsciously pursed their lips and ducked back, as if they were feeling the same.
But no one spoke or questioned.
Because the person who did this was a famous miracle doctor from every village in the world.
"Uncle Mr. Wang, my father won't die from such a trick..."
Lao Zhao's son grinned, looking really anxious, but Lao Wang smiled secretly, "I don't know, let's give it a try."
After saying this, everyone was speechless, and the expressions of Mr. Wang's family members were wonderful.
At this moment, Mr. Wang heard his stomach growling.
"Coming!"
As Mr. Wang said, he jumped up with a swish. Before everyone could understand what was going on, Mr. Zhao, who was lying on the ground and barely moving, suddenly turned over and vomited.
!
In an instant, there was a flurry of excitement on both sides of the hospital bed!
"Hey, I'm stupid!"
"Crash-"
Look at Lao Zhao again, his mouth is so full, like a faucet that has been turned on, and sour water keeps pouring out from his stomach...
"Oh my god, what the hell is this! What the hell?!"
Someone exclaimed.
Everyone looked for the sound and saw that in the stinky gastric juice on the ground, strips of white stuff were twisting wildly with the residual juice of the garlic paste, all looking like maggots!
"about--"
As if they were struck by lightning, everyone ran out in an instant. Those who ran slowly had already vomited, and those who were more capable were holding on to the wall and retching!
"Quick, find a basin!"
Mr. Lao Wang asked someone to hold a basin to catch the spit out. Upon hearing this, the family members held their noses and hurried forward.s
After a while, the room became so sour and smelly that no one could stand there.
Everyone held their noses and ran out, but Mr. Wang, who had two green onions stuck in his nose, grinned.
He slapped Lao Zhao hard on the back. Lao Zhao coughed a few times and vomited a few times. At this time, his eyes were straight. After taking a look at Lao Wang, he helped him with his hand.
For a moment, "You, you bitch, want to kill me..."
After he finished speaking, he fell down with a thud, his head tilted, and he passed out.
"father--"
Lao Zhao's son cried and came forward, and the whole family hurriedly chased after him. However, Lao Wang waved his hands and seemed calmer, "Stop crying, I won't die for a while."
After saying that, Mr. Wang waved his hands and squatted on the ground. At this time, everyone gathered around and looked at the white maggot-like things in the basin, and they all showed surprised expressions.
What the hell is this?
One by one, they are all white, very thin, and very long, about longer than a finger, but they look very active and fierce!
"Old Boss Wang, what is this thing? Isn't this the legendary Gu?"
"Hey, don't talk nonsense!"
Boss Lao Wang waved his hand, "What are you looking at? Is there anything good to see? If nothing happens, go quickly, go quickly!"
"Everyone, I'm sorry!"
When the old Zhao family saw something was wrong, they quickly stepped forward and said to everyone, "Please come back another day, come another day!"
"grandfather!"
Seeing that he was about to be driven away, Wang Xiaoliuer stepped forward, stepped forward to drive, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Is it done? If it is, grandma will ask you to go back to eat!"
"Hey, Uncle Wang, you can't leave! I asked someone to prepare the meal!"
The son of Lao Zhao's family has always been good at doing things. When he heard that he had invited someone all the way away and had to go back for dinner, he immediately became unhappy and insisted on leaving Lao Zhao to entertain him.
Old Boss Wang waved his hand and said no, but everyone in the Zhao family felt unsure, so they forced Old Boss Wang to stay, and even Wang Xiaoliuer was held down.
In the evening, Uncle Zhao's condition improved a lot. His belly was obviously smaller, and the purple color on his body was also lighter. He couldn't eat, and was extremely weak. It was difficult to even open his eyes.
The family drank some sugar water according to Lao Wanguo's instructions, and Uncle Zhao soon fell asleep.
Here, the Zhao family prepared a lot of wine and food, big bones, and braised pork. It was very rich. It can be seen that the Zhao family is sincere.
"Brother Wang, this is what we have in mind."
Lao Zhao's son took out two thousand yuan and handed it to Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang waved his hand, wiped the oil from his mouth and said, "I'm a fellow villager, no need to use it!"
"Uncle Mr. Wang, you must accept this money! Otherwise, we will feel very guilty!"
"Hey, no need, I said no, I just don't."
It was not like Mr. Wang had never seen Qian before, so he immediately said, "We are a savage Gou'er. How big are we in total? As fellow villagers, we must take care of each other. Come back, you guys go to my place and grab some soup and wait for him to wake up."
After taking it for ten days and a half, everything will be fine."
"Uncle Mr. Wang, look at you!"
"No, no, no."
After Mr. Wang finished speaking, he also raised his head, "However, this matter is indeed quite strange. Did Lao Zhao eat something unclean recently? Or has he offended someone recently?"
Brother Lao Wang, I just want to ask you for advice on this matter!"
Mr. Wang and his family looked at each other, and the old lady hurriedly said, "What's wrong with our Lao Zhao? Is it possible? It's just like what they said..."
"Ah, not necessarily."
Mr. Wang thought for a while and coughed twice, "A place like our Yerengou is a primitive forest. There are many poisonous insects and wild animals that no one has ever seen. If we say that someone has done this on purpose, it is true."
It's possible, but there's no guarantee. It was indeed caused by accident... I'm not afraid of the others. To be honest, both of these are quite troublesome."
Mr. Lao Wang groaned, "If someone really knows the art of voodoo, I'm afraid he won't stop here. If I attract any poison, it will be even more troublesome. I don't understand what's going on."
Old Boss Wang did not continue talking, but the whole family was furious, "Well, Uncle Old Boss Wang, you see we don't understand this either, why don't you bother?"
"this……"
Mr. Wang hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I'll give it a try."
That night, Mr. Wang asked Mr. Zhao carefully about his situation, and then walked around the large yard of Mr. Zhao's house several times.
But in the end, I didn't notice anything unusual. It wasn't until it got dark and we arrived at the butcher's shop at the entrance of the village that Mr. Wang felt something was wrong.
The butcher shop is relatively simple, with nothing special, just a large shed, a few large water tanks, chopping boards, hanging stakes, and a rattan chair that is neither old nor new, which is Lao Zhao's favorite.
Love, you can always see Lao Zhao smiling here, drinking a small amount of wine until his cheeks turn red, shaking his cattail leaf fan and joking with the passing villagers.
"My dad was here when he was sick."
Mr. Wang's son pointed to the wicker chair and said, "I saw that he didn't come back at night, so I felt puzzled. When I came over to see him, he was already dying. He was lying on the ground, and the wicker chair was overturned. I don't know what happened.
It was not at the hands of thieves."
"Um."
Mr. Wang nodded, turned on the flashlight, and walked around the butcher shop. He found nothing unusual. At this time, he discovered that Wang Xiaoliuer was squatting on the east side of the butcher shop.
Near a stone trough, he stuck his butt out and looked at something.
"Xiao Liu'er, what are you looking at?"
"Grandpa, there is something moving here."
Wang Xiaoliuer pointed with his hand.
When Mr. Wang heard this, he was stunned for a moment and then walked over.
The two men have been getting along for a long time, and Mr. Wang knows Wang Xiaoliu very well. Wang Xiaoliu's five senses are far better than those of ordinary people. He can hear no matter how small a movement is. If he wants to say that there is something here, then ten
Most likely he won't run away.
Mr. Wang held a flashlight in his hand and looked under the stone trough. He saw that there was still a lot of blood in the stone trough. It looked like it should be a place where animals were bled. Judging from the time, it should have been a long time. Even the land over there
They are all dark red.
The unusual thing is that in the dark red soil under the stone trough, it is not too obvious, but you can vaguely see some slight bulges.
The soil is relatively fluffy, like holes made by ants, but obviously larger.
What’s even more strange is that this pork stall is a place where pigs are killed, and the smell of blood is very strong. When the weather is hot, flies and other things fly around, but for some unknown reason, not a single fly or mosquito can be seen nearby!