Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Since the disease itself was not a threat, Zhao Zhizhi couldn't help but think about another important thing.

Wang Er is a person who doesn't even like to leave the house, and Vandala is a specialty of southern Xinjiang. Where did the disease come from?
Zhao Zhizhi suddenly said, "Is there anyone else in the village who has this disease?"

"That's not it!"

Zhang Shilong wiped his sweat and said, "When I found Wang Er, Aunt Zhao from the next door brought people there. Aunt Zhao likes to chat with the sisters, and she has a loud voice. Too many people came into Wang Er's house that day. "

"I thought about what the girl said about 'infection' and 'isolation' before, so I took it upon myself to spread everyone out and not let people who had been here go out. I watched the situation last for more than half a month."

Zhao Zhizhi knew clearly that since there was almost only one case in the village, the disease probably did not originate in the village.

As soon as his mind changed, Zhao Zhizhi suddenly took a few steps back, raised his head and shouted at the eaves, "Wei Shao!"

In Zhang Shilong's shocked eyes, Mr. Wei in rich clothes descended from the sky, almost like an immortal.

If you ignore the straw that sticks to his body.

Tianren just carelessly picked up a few visible things and quickly walked towards Zhao Zhizhi. The two exchanged information in a low voice and both looked at Zhang Shilong.

"Village Chief, we have to go outside the village to take a look. I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Zhang Shilong nodded blankly, "Yes. Just go ahead and do it. If you have any questions, come to my house and see me."

Zhao Zhizhi nodded with satisfaction, borrowed a pen and paper, and quickly wrote the prescription.

"This prescription is given in sufficient quantity to suppress the fever first. Be careful not to let the person suffer too much at one go. Give it to Wang Er in three doses. If there are any severe symptoms along the way, tie the person tightly. Don't worry about it in bed, just call me when I come back."

Zhang Shilong was stunned for a moment, but Wei Shao raised his eyebrows when he heard the words "tying people to the bed" and cast an oppressive look at Zhao Zhizhi with interest.

Zhao Zhizhi felt that his throat was dry for no reason, so he laughed twice and ran away quickly. Wei Shao followed quickly, and the two exchanged information tacitly.

"Wang Er's social relationship is extremely simple. He has no father, no mother, no wife, no children, and he is alone." Wei Shao stretched out his hand to press down Zhao Zhizhi's straw hat that was lifted by the wind. "Xiao He was born twice in a month. Village, we still go to the same place.”

"Thirty miles west of Xiaohe Village is Wuyan Village."

Zhao Zhizhi paused, raised his head, and met Wei Shao's tacit eyes.

Wuyan Village is an old village with a long history. It was originally a large village where people gathered. It is said that the old people in the village are good at witchcraft and are descendants of a group of witch doctors who moved from southern Xinjiang to avoid the war.

In this land of simple human relations, most villagers are unaware of the secret techniques in southern Xinjiang that are difficult for outsiders to understand. They only saw that the people in Wuyan Village were very good at treating diseases, with quick results and low cost. In the early years, villagers from dozens of miles around were happy to go there to seek medical advice.

And that village was not called by this name. But the same name has the same pronunciation, and the words have been changed.

Called "Witch Eye".

The eyes of the great witch seduce believers. Protect peace and offer sacrifices.

After reading these sixteen words in unison, Zhao Zhizhi and Wei Shao both saw a deep solemnity in each other's eyes.

It is difficult for anyone to hold a fair and impartial objective position on witchcraft, not to mention that both of them have stumbled hard on this matter.

Zhao Zhizhi pursed his lips, trying to get out of the bad memories that he had been having for more than a month, and trying to analyze the incident piecemeal.

"Wuyan Village changed its name only in the past few years. Because large black salt fields suddenly appeared in the mountains behind the village. Their ingredients were indistinguishable and inedible. The first villagers who boldly tried it all died suddenly one after another, and the ominous saying about the village gradually began. It spread, and the surrounding villagers began to stop visiting for medical treatment." Zhao Zhizhi read through the village records in this area during the days when he was the village chief, but he read too quickly and not carefully enough. Now he can only piece it together based on his memory. Some fragments.

"I'm afraid Wuyan Village was the first to be poisoned." Wei Shao frowned, "Northern Xinjiang and I have been at odds with each other for many years. Wuertu wanted to reconcile, but now he is probably tired of dealing with the dirty internal affairs. Southern Xinjiang and Northern Xinjiang are separated by a thin strip of water. , I’m afraid that someone has been watching for a long time, and the monitoring of the witch doctor’s descendants should be even more strict.”

Zhao Zhizhi's eyes showed some unbearability, "Can't you escape even after running so far?"

"There are not that many innocent poor people in this world."

Wei Shao spoke indifferently, looking at the group of people in black gathered at the entrance of the village.

Wei Shao stood half sideways in front of Zhao Zhizhi, looking expressionlessly at the villagers of Wuyan Village who were holding sticks in their hands.

"When did they come..."

Goosebumps appeared on Zhao Zhizhi's back. The last time he had this feeling of being suddenly stimulated by the spirit behind him was in the study of Tianyimen.

At that time, she had just put down a medical book that recorded the only medicinal herbs in the Heavenly Medicine Sect. She closed her eyes and recited the words in the book silently for a while. She was about to go to the table to record every word with the lamp in her hand. Who knew that she had just turned around and opened her eyes? , and suddenly saw the great elder’s face whose light and shadow were half swallowed up by the lights.

By a good chance, the glass lamp was not smashed to pieces.

The great elder lightly wrote an apology for scaring her, but turned around and smiled sinisterly at her, "The saint is really hardworking... It is really a great blessing for the heavenly medicine sect to welcome the saint back."

Zhao Zhizhi shook his head, trying to get these unpleasant images out of his mind.

She gently shook Wei Shao's sleeves and stuck half of her head out from behind him.

"Um...folks, we are not bad people, we just want to see-"

"Wow! Tamu, Taiya! Ah!"

The leader of the villagers wore a tasseled felt hat that was only worn in typical witch culture areas. The clothes on his body were in tatters, but they were decorated with various silver ornaments, bells, and the bodies of various beetles. His face was painted with blue, white and red paint. , gesticulating at them with bared teeth and claws.

Wei Shao's whole body became cold. He pushed Zhao Zhizhi's head behind him, and his right hand fell directly on the dagger hanging on his waist.

Zhao Zhizhi:!

Quickly suppressing Wei Shao's movements, she was a little surprised by Wei Shao's reaction, "What's wrong? Why do you want to fight and kill all of a sudden?"

"He is speaking witch language." Wei Shao paused, and the cold light in his eyes burst out a hundred times, "...it is extremely filthy and disgusting!"

Wei Shao didn't have to speak to anyone in such a cold tone for a long time. Zhao Zhizhi was so excited that he glanced at the villagers standing in a row in front and saw that each of them looked more solemn than the other, and even the people behind him began to shake hands. If they are tight, it seems that with just one order from the leader, they will immediately pounce on Wei Shao and wipe him clean.

Zhao Zhizhi caught a flicker of abnormality in the atmosphere of this inexplicable confrontation.

"They have been standing at the entrance of the village." Zhao Zhizhi blurted out, "Someone has entered before us recently!"

Wei Shao nodded in agreement. There are only a few people who can't even find traces of him. If such a large group of villagers, who seem to only work hard, want to quietly appear in front of Wei Shao out of thin air without knowing it, and catch him off guard like a ghost behind him——

Wei Shao felt that it was absolutely impossible.