"What if I have delusions in my heart?" Chen Jiangtao couldn't help asking.

Ji was really stunned and scratched his head: "Even if you have delusions in your mind, as long as you don't say it out, no one will know."

Chen Jiangtao shook his head: "This method doesn't work."

"What a great opportunity..." Ji Zhen murmured: "Then I can only use the third method. I can use the Bazaar Mirror method to control the poison reduction in the body of star Tao for two months."

"Two months!" Chen Jiangtao was particularly worried.

Ji Zhenyi waved her hand: "Wait for me to finish."

Then he told the third method of cracking. Because the Death Surrender and the Pure Yuan Surrender are combined, it is difficult to eliminate poison reduction. Chen Jiangtao is unwilling to use the first two methods, so he can go directly to the origin of the witchcraft and find something that can remove the two poisons at the same time.

Jizhen knows a kind of wick that can drive death and descend into pupate as long as it is worn for a long time.

Hearing this, Chen Jiangtao showed joy.

Ji Zhen shook his head and said, "I know this kind of cracking method, but I have never been to the origin of the witchcraft. Many things here are unpredictable. It is quite difficult to find such a wick, and it can be said that there is basically no hope."

"I have to try it if I don't have hope. Can you have more accurate information?" After Chen Jiangtao weighed the pros and cons, the best way was to look at the current situation.

Ji Zhen thought for a while: "When I read the travel diary of a Feng Shui master in the Mirror of the Eight House, I saw him mention that there was a place in Yunnan that I had heard of this kind of wick, but even locals said they had never seen it."

"What is this kind of wick called?" Chen Jiangtao looked at Jizhen with hope.

Ji Zhen immediately replied: "The wick is unknown, but the light is famous, and it is called the turtleba water lamp."

In the southeast of Yunnan, there is a completely original mountain village. The entire mountain village is located in a river valley. The houses are mainly wooden buildings and several tiled houses.

There is only one road in and out of the entire village, and the surrounding mountains and forests are lush and lush. They have not been cut down during the era of large-scale steelmaking and are still in their most primitive state.

Because of its high altitude, it is covered by clouds and fog all year round. The locals call this village "Woga", which means "a place of light filled with fog".

Most of the villagers in Woga Village are the roga tribe and still maintain the custom of hunting. There is little contact with the outside world in the village and the most primitive style is still retained.

The people of the Loege believe in the god of mountains and forests, so they respect the trees in particular. There are tall banyan trees planted around and in the center of the village. Several bamboo forests were planted along a small river surrounding the village.

In the eyes of some people who know this place, this is the real natural oxygen bar.

Woga Village has always been self-sufficient and has no worries. People have very little pressure on their lives.

The villagers of the Gorge who live here often have a kind face.

But today, the whole village has no usual peace, and some villagers are running anxiously on the village road.

The direction these people rushed to was a wooden building located in the southwest of the village. Some villagers with fear on their faces had gathered outside the wooden building.

In the wooden building, several people were lying flat on flat wooden boards, and next to each lying down, there was a young man.

Instead, an old man with a hunched back was walking among the lying people, holding a copper basin, holding a long needle in his hand.

Two young men following the old man, one of whom was holding a copper basin, which had half a pot of thick black liquid inside, exuding a foul smell.

Another young man held an oil lamp in his hand.

The people lying on the wooden board were covered with black pustules, and it looked like balloons filled with black ink were stuck to them.

The black pustules grew larger at a speed visible to the human eye, while those lying were screaming.

The old man quickly put the long needle in his hand on the oil lamp and grilled it. Then he made another move and pimple a pustule to relieve the pain for those who were lying down.

There were many people outside the house, all of whom were worried and worried on their faces; the people in the house kept screaming, and only when the pustules were pierced, the screams of these people would become smaller.

Several people became hoarse because of the continuous screams.

In the corner of the room, an old man was walking around anxiously. He wrapped his head in black cloth, wore a black top, cloth shoes, and wrinkles on his face.

After walking back and forth several times, the old man asked outside the house, "Have Zimo Ayi not here yet?"

The old man's name is Wumurbo, and he is the village chief here. He is in his seventies and looks energetic. The Zimoayi he asked about is a doctor here. He will find him as soon as possible if he has any illnesses and illnesses in the village.

"The village chief Wumeng has already asked someone to urge him..."

As soon as the answer was finished, a young man walked into the wooden building. He was carrying a handheld medical box, dressed similar to Umurbo. The young man pushed the door and walked into the house.

The young man is Zimoayi, a doctor in the village. He has a pair of heavy earrings, each earring is basically five centimeters in diameter.

As soon as Zimoayi came in, she was also a little surprised to see the situation in front of her. He first touched the forehead of a person near him and frowned.

"How is it? The medicine you prescribed last time fell and they all took it according to their dosage." Umurbo said from the side.

Zimoayi spread his hands: "Hey, this strange disease is neither like a plague nor herpes. It's really strange. Judging from the current situation, after giving them those medicines, it has not improved significantly. I don't know much about what's going on. It seems that I can only send it to a large hospital for a look."

When everyone heard Zimo Ayi's words, they looked even more worried. Several of them were guarding outside the door and sobbed in a low voice.

"Dad, is it not a disease, but something they did half a month ago?" At this time, a young man with similar age and image as Zimo Ayi said tremblingly.

The boy also wore a pair of earrings, which was a circle smaller than Zimoayi's earrings. He was Umenghasa, the son of Umurbo, and was also a friend of these victims in bed.

"You mean it's related to discovering that tomb?" Umurbo asked back in confusion, looking at the old man with a long needle in his hand: "Samabimo, what do you mean?"

The old man holding a long needle did not answer, but just said something in his mouth, and continued to use the long needle to help those people relieve the pain.

Bimo will not answer the matter.

There is something strange about this.

The young man Wumeng Hasa next to him replied: "Babe, think about it, there are nearly 500 people in the entire village, why did they get this strange disease? Moreover, this strange disease is not contagious, and that was only five of them went to dig that tomb at that time."
Chapter completed!