"The wound must be sutured, and the blood cannot be stopped by just using the golden sore medicine!" Sun Erniang is worthy of being a master of "skin peeling and bone removal". She just took a simple look and then she roughly knew the severity of the injury.

Everyone looked at each other and finally looked at Sun Erniang.

well--

After sighing helplessly, Sun Erniang waved her hand angrily. The Feng Er Er guy immediately ran to the backyard. After a while, he brought the needle and thread, and a box of sheep intestinal thread.

While threading, Sun Erniang muttered: "Good luck to you. My family has prepared gut threads all year round, for fear that someone in the family will be killed one day... But before that, you have to deal with those 'ghost energy' first!"

Is that "ghost spirit"?

In Zhuo Fei's eyes, the black gas was the vicious "power of sin", and the yin energy was extremely heavy.

He couldn't help but touch the wound behind his shoulder, but it had already scabbed early, and there was no "ghost energy" at all. I don't know if it was because of the Buddhist martial arts [Golden Bell Cover] or the benefit of the "wish power system".

Anyway, it made him feel relieved.

Zhang Qing explained: "Ordinary people will be infected with ghost energy when scratched by ghosts. If they are not dealt with in time, even a small injury will worsen to the point of fatality."

"Is there no talisman water at my sister-in-law's house?" Wu Song asked with a frown.

Sun Erniang sighed: "Since it is a frequent move of hungry ghosts, the only few talismans have been sold to past merchants. Back then, monks in Guangming Temple used magic weapons to drive away evil spirits, but unfortunately, the monks in Guangming Temple were later born by my husband...hehe..."

Zhang Qing felt embarrassed and quickly interrupted: "What are you doing when you say this?... Do you guys don't bring any amulets when you go out? It's of some use to burn it."

Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads.

Wu Song rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his arms and said, "My 'tiger evil' can swallow the ghost energy. I wonder if it is available?"

"Don't." Sun Erniang quickly stopped him, "Brother's evil aura is too heavy. Before he could swallow the ghost aura, he is afraid that this brother will be attacked by the evil aura and will be seriously injured and dying."

"Maybe...this is useful..." The cat next to him thought for a while and took out a bottle of liquid from his arms.

"This is..." Everyone was confused.

The cat whispered: "This is the holy water of Western religion...it is the devil-killing."

Zhuo Fei and others understood in a second, because they were afraid that they were talking about the Holy Water of the Catholic Church.

Sun Erniang took it and looked at the "Holy Cross" above, and said, "Oh, isn't this the holy water of Nestorianism... It can be used! In the first few years, several Nestorian disciples passed by here..."

After saying that, he unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the holy water inside on Wei Zidong's wound.

Swish-

A gray mist rose, and the black gas was purified on the spot and the smoke disappeared.

Wei Zidong let out a miserable snorkeling and fainted on the spot.

Sun Erniang looked into her nose and smiled and said, "Fortunately, I can't die... The head of the family, help me, others will give in..."

After saying that, he picked up the long needle that had penetrated the intestine thread, passed by the candlelight, and asked Zhang Qing to pinch the flesh on both sides of the wound, and began to suture the wound cleanly.

That kind of capable spirit makes people frightened.

Zhuo Fei even rubbed his eyes straight, and if he put the picture in front of him upside down, he would take off a skinned documentary.

Everyone leaned back a little, letting Sun Erniang Zhang Qing handle it. The cat pulled Fang Siren to the corner to speak, but Wu Song patted Zhuo Fei on the shoulder and signaled him to go out with him.

Wu Song took Zhuo Fei out of the front yard, followed the bloodstains of the ground and went out for more than half a mile. Finally, he stood at an intersection and stared at the ground with a frown.

The surroundings became quiet, and the sparse woods and barren fields seemed more and more ghostly.

The night gradually became deeper and the surroundings were so quiet that it made people feel cold on their backs.

Zhuo Fei couldn't help but hug his shoulder bag with the Buddha's head and was ready to compete with the hungry ghosts that appeared at any time.

Seeing Wu Songshen's mysterious appearance, Zhuo Fei couldn't help but step forward and asked, "Senior Brother, what did you discover?"

Wu Song turned his head and stared at Zhuo Fei, and asked in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Zhuo, let me ask you, what does that group of people have to do with you?"

"It's absolutely nothing to do. I just met you." Zhuo Fei swears to the sky: "Speaking of it, I haven't been with them for a long time yet..."

Zhuo Fei said the absolute truth this time.

Although I knew these people in front, the amount of time I spent together and how much I talked was absolutely impossible to compare with Wu Song.

Wu Song nodded and said, "That's great. The two who just came back are not good people. If you have weak kung fu, it's better to stay away from them..."

"Senior brother is saying..." Zhuo Fei asked.

"They just killed people, and there were no less than ten!" Wu Song said with a sigh: "Although that man was indeed injured by evil ghosts, they had a strong smell of blood, which was human, not ghosts. They must have killed too many people, and the evil ghosts attracted by the bloody smell, and in the end they were harmed."

Zhuo Fei's heart moved and he hurriedly squatted to the ground to check—

In the direction of the bloodstains coming, in addition to the footprints, there were two more wheel marks, and the two were in the same direction...

I see.

Zhuo Fei's eyes lit up and he said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother, when I met them here, I happened to have an escort car in the inn in the store. After these escort cars were on the road, it was also the time when the two of them left."

I said that Wei Zidong and the others hurriedly left. They had already made up their minds to rob the escort cart. They probably thought the goods were expensive and they would see if there were any items such as "secret treasures".

Just guessing and killing people at will. This "Divine Selected One" does not regard the indigenous people of the "Divine Demon Space" as humans.

Perhaps, in their eyes, these people are just NPCs or wild monsters in the game.

"Junior Brother Zhuo, how long did those two people go?" Wu Song asked looking at the dark night in the distance.

Zhuo Fei looked at the time, "It's less than 4 hours..."

"Hmm?" Wu Song turned around in surprise.

"Uh... less than two hours..." Zhuo Fei corrected his embarrassment. 1 hour = 2 hours.

Wu Song calculated for a moment and said lightly: "It took two hours to go back and forth (4 hours)... The two went, and one person was injured when they came back, and the other was holding each other, and the speed was slowed down half... Well. It took half an hour to go, and less than a half hour to return... the escort shop... how many people and horses?"

"10 people, 4 horses, and two cars." Zhuo Fei replied.

Zhuo Fei thought to himself at this moment, Wu Song was thinking about the goods on the escort cart like this.

That's right.

Wei Zidong and Kamao are afraid they only have time to kill people and have no time to move goods...

And as long as it is not a "secret treasure", they will not care about those goods, but for Wu Song and others, they are truly rich.

Wu Song snorted: "That's someone walking... At this speed, you can walk out at most 20 miles in half an hour." After saying that, he turned around and laughed at Zhuo Fei, "Junior Brother Zhuo, do you dare to go with me to see the evil ghost?"

Ah—Ah!?

Zhuo Fei was shocked. Wei Zidong was seriously injured. Others were afraid that they would avoid it. Wu Song actually took the initiative to trouble the ghost.

Wu Song's eyes shone with shimmering eyes, and his blood boiled: "Wu Song's lifelong aspiration is to defeat all the tough guys in the world. How can he not let Wu Song's hands itch? He wants to beat him to death!"

Zhuo Fei immediately showed signs of fainting—

Wu Song yourself = safe!?

Wrong and wrong!

Zhuo Fei’s previous statement was completely overturned!

Even if you follow Wu Song, you can ensure safety...

This guy...

Just a lord who makes trouble for nothing!

"Sister Brother Zhuo is willing to go with me?" Wu Song asked excitedly.

"Go!" Zhuo Fei was about to cry without tears. It was probably even more dangerous to stay here. "Senior brother went up to the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire, and the junior brother also accompanied his brother..."

——I'm going there!

"Okay, I'm a good man who dares to charge at the ghosts!" Wu Song laughed wildly, slapped Zhuo Fei with a heavy blow, almost slapped him into the soil, and then said, "Let's go back and get a car... bring a few jars of wine, I'll beat the ghosts and give you wealth!"

——With all you think about!
Chapter completed!