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"The miracle doctor is most likely dead."

I said the last words in a deep voice, and the faces of the two Hu brothers in front of me became more and more serious, and the black color on their faces almost solidified.

Hu Xiaowu held his breath, with some struggle on his face, unwilling to give up the last glimmer of hope:

"Although the success rate is somewhat low, what if we didn't see the magic doctor's method?"

"What if, what if the miracle doctor knows ventriloquism and he casts a spell, but we didn't notice it?"

"Besides, you said before that there are few immortals, but inferring that the success rate is actually very low?"

"How can you deduce that the miracle doctor is dead? No, how can the miracle doctor be dead?"

"He himself knows the method of immortality. Aren't those immortal people also considered successful?"

"He knows so much, can't he still save his own life?"

In this series of questions, although some assumptions are extremely unlikely, there are also some questions that are somewhat reasonable.

Boss Hu's originally dark expression softened slightly after hearing his brother's question. It seemed that he was biased in his heart, so he thought what his brother said was reasonable and immediately cast a hopeful look at me.

I know Boss Hu wants me to give a different answer than before.

However, the truth may be more cruel.

My body seemed to have reached its limit, and there seemed to be a slight sound of bamboo cracking coming from my body, but I didn't pay attention to it. Instead, I slowly exhaled a breath of non-existent turbid air and explained the facts as detailed as possible:

"The probability of death is really high, ninety-nine percent."

"Do you still remember 'Chen Jinhua' who left the village overnight last night?"

"Why would this white-haired old man ask a woman to 'come back to help' on the eve of the fireworks festival? His starting point would be that he thought Chen Jinhua would be helpful to the fireworks festival."

"And the main body of the fireworks festival has always been the miracle doctor."

"The miracle doctor married a wife in Chenjia Village and stayed in Chenjia Village to 'treat illnesses and save people' and hold a fireworks festival. Then besides the miracle doctor, who else can the villagers trust to promote the fireworks festival?"

I raised my eyes to look at the other three people and said word by word:

"And the miracle doctor's wife."

Boss Hu's face instantly turned pale, and I continued:

"Boss Hu, do you understand what I want to say?"

"If the miracle doctor hadn't died"

Boss Hu's lips trembled slightly, and he trembled out a sentence, then followed my words:

"There is no reason not to go to the miracle doctor directly, but to choose to go to someone else."

I nodded and turned to look at the immortals in the field:

"Yes, and the reason why the rumored miracle doctor stayed in Chenjia Village and did so many things was just for this wife. There is no reason to separate the living."

"Also, the white-haired old man shouted every word that Chen Jinhua was useless, but if it was useless, why should he invite her, and why should the villagers exclude her?"

"This old man is obviously angry at the other party's refusal to help."

"So, he himself knows that the probability of success of the fireworks festival he manages is very questionable."

"Although the miracle doctor is not here, only with the person beside him can he have confidence and believe that the probability of success is greater."

But the fact is that the secrets of the method are passed down from generation to generation, and the emphasis is on inheritance. To put it simply, there is an age difference.

Therefore, I have only heard of it being passed on to disciples, except as a last resort, and I have never heard of it being passed on to wives.

Chen Jinhua may not know how to create immortals.

It is impossible for the world to have another miracle doctor who is exactly the same as before, who secretly learns forbidden arts, has an eccentric temperament, but responds to requests. Therefore, no new immortals will appear.

And the immortals in the field are all the immortals currently existing in the world.

So the so-called 'immortal people' are actually 'dying out'.

After all, if the real miracle doctor did hold a few fireworks festivals, the number of people who volunteered to behead would only be much more than now.

Even if there will be failure, based on pure probability, there will not be only three immortals.

Otherwise it will be a lottery.

If it was all done with their lives, how could the villagers be so pious?

Just like now, after thirteen defeats, the fanaticism in the eyes of the villagers has obviously subsided, and the family members are crying and feeling regret.

And thirteen people voluntarily stood up to be beheaded.

He was old and frail, and there was obviously a look of struggle on his face.

That death-ready expression looks like he is saying a word——

'We are going to die anyway, let's give it a try. What if we can live forever? '

They are longing for the 'grand scene' of the past, and longing to pursue the eternal life that they have never touched.

Back then, there must have been more immortals to give them such courage.

But now there are only three immortals left.

What about the rest?

How did it die?

My mind was thinking rapidly, and my eyes kept looking up and down at the immortals not far away who I had knocked countless times, but I still couldn't see anything.

Some people who were holding the corpse and crying bitterly, with disappointed expressions on their faces, had already left the venue.

But the festival is about to reach a new climax.

The white-haired old man with an unhappy expression picked up the freshly chopped heads one by one from the iron basin and threw them into the fire. Several middle-aged men with quick hands and feet appeared again and poured buckets of gasoline on them. On top of half-dry wood.

The white-haired old man took the torch from the hands of the people around him and was about to light the fire when he heard a commotion in the place.

There were three heavily armed backpackers with their faces wrapped in their faces, armed with long knives and electric shock batons. They ignored the villagers' obstruction and broke into the festival venue.

I remember that they, or rather, the four of us, should all have an impression of these people.

In the case of the headless corpse outside the village, the police briefly showed us the surveillance footage. Three tall men and a short man entered the hotel, so the three people who walked away were suspected of committing the crime.

In view of the fact that we have not seen all the surveillance, and we have the first step to understand the rumors of 'Wantou Village'.

So the inference that several of us made at that time was that the three people all had their faces covered, the tall people might be normal people, and the short people were headless 'immortals'.

The three normal people brought the Immortal Man to the hotel, but something happened, so the Immortal Man was left behind.

But when I saw these three backpackers for the first time today, this inference was completely overturned.

Because there were three people coming, two tall and one short.

The person left behind in the hotel was obviously a tall man.

And although those three people were fully armed, the slight deviation in their movements and the attitude of actively threatening the villagers with equipment made it obvious that they could not be immortals.

"somebody is coming."

I whispered:

"They are better equipped than us. They are obviously here because of the rumors of immortality in Wutou Village. They are heading for the iron cage of the immortals."

"We can't find any miracle doctors to save lives, so let them take the first step." (End of Chapter)