Lazy Cancer Cure

Chapter 166 A New Beginning

"In ancient times there was Peach Blossom Spring, but now there is Qingning Village."

This is a sentence that everyone in Qingning Village, adults and children, is familiar with, but in fact, the story of Qingning Village is far less old than "Peach Blossom Spring".

A gray-haired old man put a chair under the sun and told stories to the eight or nine children sitting in front of him very leisurely.

"About a hundred years ago, our ancestors came to the mountains to escape the war, but found many naturally formed caves at the foot of the mountain. These caves are not inferior to the buildings outside after being carefully arranged. , and fruit trees can be found at the foot of the mountains, as well as fertile soil and water pools, which are enough to meet the needs of survival, so our ancestors made a decisive decision and decided to live here for a long time."

The children listened carefully, and the sun shone on the young and old, giving them a joyful and warm feeling.

"That year, more than 30 people from our ancestors came here, including young and strong boys and girls who could endure hardships and stand hard work. Everyone worked together to build our homeland today. First of all, it was a family that lost half of its cats because of the war. The middle-aged man with the arm, he used a small amount of gunpowder brought from the battlefield to cause an explosion, completely blocking the access to the mountain from the outside world, so that people outside can’t get in and can’t find us.”

"Who said that people from outside can't get in, isn't the stone the people who come in from outside!" The eight or nine-year-old girl couldn't help standing up from the stool, pointing at the eavesdropping person not far away and said in a childish voice .

"Him?" The old man rubbed his temples with his hands, and the wrinkles on his face deepened, "He is an exception. It is true that all the flat roads into the village are blocked, but we can't stop the group of people who jumped off the cliff above. That's it. Over the years, this is the only one who didn't die, and I don't know whether to call him lucky or unlucky."

"I think it's quite unlucky. If I'm as ugly as him, I might as well die." The little boy whispered in the ear of the girl at the same table as if he was trying to gain attention. All heard.

The old man suddenly became angry, slapped the table, and said angrily: "You are so young, who gave you these words! Don't teach your parents, let your parents finish their work today Write a self-criticism in the classroom, and each person must have at least [-] words before going to bed today!"

The boy's face turned pale in an instant, and he said in a crying voice: "Grandpa, you are so cruel, my parents will cry. Then if they cry, they will never see me smiling. Can I apologize? I'm sorry, I was wrong. Yes, sorry!"

"I'm the one you should apologize to!" The old man blew his beard and stared, without any intention of revoking the punishment.

Seeing that the old man couldn't make any sense, the boy had to secretly turn his head to look at the stone hiding far away, and whispered: "Grandpa, he is so far away, he must not be able to hear you."

"You can talk nonsense if you can't hear it! Is it a gentleman's job to talk about people behind their backs? Zi Zeng said..."

The boy couldn't hold his head up when he was taught by the old man. A good story class was abruptly turned into an ideological education because of him, and the other students looked at him with more or less condemnation in their eyes.

When the boy struggled out of depression and wanted to turn his head again to see if the stone hiding in the corner was still there, but the person disappeared, would he still apologize?
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As for Shitou, he came to the village more than a year ago, and some villagers saw him fall from the sky with their own eyes.When he was about to fall to the ground, the valley was suddenly blown by a strong wind, and the villagers who were obsessed with the wind and sand covered their eyes with their sleeves. Before the wind stopped, they found that he had fallen to the ground.

The villagers instinctively thought that the man was dead, and they were planning to find out if there was anything brought from the outside world on this man. It would be best for them to have an intuitive understanding of the war situation outside.

As a result, their hands were held before they touched this person, and then the 'dead man' opened his eyes!
Damn!It turned out to be double gray pupils, coupled with the skin that seemed to have been burned by fire, it made the whole personality look extraordinarily gloomy.

"Ghost!"

The villagers shouted in panic, scaring away all the birds resting on the nearby trees.

"I'm not a ghost."

Dead man, he, he spoke!

"Zombie, zombie, zombie..."

"I don't think this should be my name." The dead man replied calmly.

"Fake corpse." The villagers who were grabbed by the 'dead man' were overly frightened, rolled their eyes and passed out.

The 'dead man' was also let go immediately, looked around as if he was looking for something, then his eyes fell on the villagers who were so frightened that their legs were weak and couldn't escape, and said very sincerely: "You have seen it, it is he who touches porcelain. "

"Brother Corpse! I really don't know anything!" The villager with weak legs held his head in his hands, trying to shrink his sense of existence.

Then, another fainted.

The 'dead man' fell into confusion, as if no one could prove that the second person's fainting had nothing to do with him, but who were these people?Why do you want to form a group to touch yourself?

Just as he was thinking, the 'dead man' suddenly noticed obvious needle-like pain on his face. He instinctively wanted to touch it with his hands, but his intuition told him that it was best not to do so.

Now there is an even bigger problem.

who am I?
The 'dead man' sat there for a long time, his head blank. It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but that as long as he made a slight movement, his body would immediately feel unbearable pain, until a large group of villagers came back here together with courage.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" The middle-aged man asked from a distance of more than five meters.

The 'dead man' rationally felt that he should be vigilant, but he also had an inexplicable feeling that even if these people attacked him at the same time, they might not be able to do anything to him.

"He has a shadow, not a ghost." The middle-aged woman with the bamboo frame on her back came late and pushed away the men who stood in front of her.

"Doctor Lu is here, he said he is alive, everyone don't need to be afraid." The strong man shouted quickly, but the middle-aged woman gave him a blank stare.

"Don't be afraid, do you want me to help you check the wound on your body?" The middle-aged woman didn't approach in a hurry, but discussed with the injured.

The 'dead man' stared at the middle-aged woman for a long time, then nodded slowly.

"Doctor Lu, if you really want to go there, what if he hurts you?" The strong man held the middle-aged woman cowardly.

"Falling off such a high cliff, if you don't die, you only have half your life left. How can he hurt me?"

"But...but two of our people fainted from fright. It is said that he is as powerful as an ox and cruel..."

"I'm as cowardly as you are?" The middle-aged woman interrupted him and turned back, "Then we can't do nothing, how did your teacher teach you?"

"..."

I'd better keep my mouth shut.

The middle-aged woman walked up to the 'dead man' in a few steps, and checked briefly: "I think...it should be a broken bone, um, yes, falling from such a height will result in a broken bone."

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　Contributor: Wow, I'm resurrected too!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)