The witch looks at her moves

Chapter 33 Medicine

Feng Hua carried Su Zhen on her back, walked through the hut where the prisoners were kept, passed through the fog that lingered all year round, and stopped in front of a shallow grass beach.

There is a stream running across the front of the beach. The stream is silvery white and surging with cold air.

The doctor stopped, pointed forward, and said: "Ahead is the place where Grandma Miao lives in seclusion. No one who is sick or injured is allowed to enter the valley. You can take her in. I will wait for you outside."

There was no bridge in the stream, only a few stones protruding out of the water. As soon as Feng Hua jumped onto the first stone, the cold air made her shiver.

Looking down, I saw a large number of fish in this stream.

In the Old Craftsman's House, the artifacts forged from human materials are of the highest quality and are exclusively for the use of big shots. However, the Old Craftsman's House is not only forging people. Every once in a while, a black leather carriage will bring in a large amount of goods, carrying snakes, insects, scorpions, and rats. , pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep and other living animals.

These materials lack aura, but they are far better than iron ore. They will be forged into sub-class things. This is how the purple-robed killer's sword is forged.

This is the curse imposed by the old craftsman. No living creature can escape. Only weeds and shrubs can grow low.

How do these fish survive?

Feng Hua jumped across the stream with doubts. In front of her was a weed beach. After pushing aside the weeds half a person's height, sloping houses appeared in her field of vision.

These houses may seem ordinary, but only when you get closer can you see the strangeness.

What connects the beams, purlins, and rafters is not nails or structures like mortise and tenon joints. They are sewn together stitch by stitch, and the joints are densely stitched. Not only that, these houses don’t even have foundations, and the wood is directly sewn to the ground. It's incredible.

Feng Hua looked around and found that these houses had long been empty. There were piles of dust inside, weeds were growing wildly, and the cracks in the damp wooden boards were filled with mold, squeezing out circles of fine hair.

It can be seen that no one has visited here for a long time.

She once had an illusion: the owner who lived here had died long ago, and what she entered was a cemetery that had been abandoned long ago. All these grasses were sprouting from the graves.

Go forward along the road to the end.

Feng Hua finally saw a dark cave. There was a white cat lying at the door of the cave. When he came closer, the white cat's cotton ears moved. It was alert and alert. It arched its back and grinned at Feng Hua, making a threatening sound. The cry.

This cat is not a live cat, but a doll sewn from cloth, but it looks fierce and lifelike, but it doesn't look fake.

"Who is looking for me, an old woman?"

The mountain wind blew the grass and waves, and questions came from the cave. The old voice was indescribable, like a rotten rat corpse found in the corner of the house.

Fenghua bowed towards the entrance of the cave and said, "Grandma, this junior is here to seek medical treatment."

"Seeking medical attention? Your right leg has been disabled for more than ten years. I can sew a new leg for you, but you are an idiot. You only have a lifespan of one month at most. This old woman is too lazy to bother with the dead. Do you want to You can just sit here and chat, and if you want to beg me, you don’t have to kowtow to talk." Grandma Miao’s mother said slowly and leisurely.

"It's not my disease, it's hers."

Fenghua put the boy down from his body.

Grandma Miao's mother let out a sigh and said, "I'm really blind, old woman. I didn't see the living person on your back. It's strange. What's wrong with her? Let me take a look at the hole."

Feng Hua picked up Su Zhen by his legs and jumped to the entrance of the cave.

The cat paced around Su Zhen, sniffing his body from time to time, as if judging the quality of the meat.

"It turns out it's Lost Soul. This disease is indeed rare, but I treated one case ten years ago. I won't treat the same disease twice. Take her back." Grandma Miao's mother said calmly.

Lost your soul?

"How could a living person lose his soul for no reason?" Feng Hua asked.

"How is it impossible? Just the fact of being sent to the Old Craftsman's Institute is enough to scare the shit out of many people. This little girl has a weak face and a soft temper. It is possible that she lost her soul in shock." Grandma Miao's mother said .

Fenghua originally wanted to explain something, but the thousands of words in her heart finally turned into:
  "She is too witchy!"

"Taishen?"

Grandma Miao's tone changed slightly and she said, "Then I have to take a good look."

In the cave, more than a dozen pale hands crawled out of the darkness, like white spiders moving in full force.

They grabbed Su Zhen's limbs and carried him into the cave in a flash. Feng Hua wanted to catch up, but was stopped by the cat guarding the door.

Its green eyes were wide, and its tail was like a mast.

"You wait outside." Grandma Miao's mother said.

There was no sound from the cave for a long time.

Feng Hua wanted to ask questions several times, but was afraid of interrupting the consultation, so she had to stare at the cat outside.

About half an hour later, Grandma Miao's mother spoke again, her voice full of exhaustion: "Come in."

Fenghua walked into the cave.

Passing through the long dark stone corridor, firelight flashed in front, and an old woman sat on the stone pier, her face blurred, like a bat with folded wings.

Su Zhen was lying in front of her, with white hands crawling on the ground pressing the key points on his hands and feet, constantly moving their positions.

"How long have you known her?" Grandma Miao asked.

"About fifteen days and nights." Fenghua answered truthfully.

"Is there anything unusual about her in her daily life? For example, sometimes she becomes confused, or sometimes she seems to be a different person." Grandma Miao's mother continued to ask.

"Like a different person?"

Feng Hua frowned and said, "That's true. As soon as night falls, she becomes unusually cold and indifferent, and seems to forget some things."

After nightfall, Feng Hua and Yu Yue didn't interact much and couldn't provide much information.

"That's right."

Grandma Miao's mother clapped her hands and said happily: "The old woman is particularly blind today and almost becomes a quack. This girl is indeed not a simple lost soul. Her soul is extremely thin, worse than a lonely ghost. Compared with this girl The auxiliary body is also extremely inconsistent. She does not look like the original owner of this body, but more like a stolen body."

"Seize the body?"

Feng Hua shook her head and said: "It's impossible. Only the strong have always taken over the weak. She's not that powerful."

"This is also the strangest thing. Most of the people in the world who master the art of seizing bodies are famous demons. This girl's soul is too weak and will disperse when the wind blows. It is really impossible for her to seize other people's bodies. ”

Grandma Miao's mother was amazed and puzzled: "This girl is hiding a secret, she must be hiding some big secret."

In the darkness above, a purple palm hung down like a spider, and its five fingers were bent in front of Su Zhen's forehead, trying to grab something. After repeating this several times, Grandma Miao's face became more confused and wrinkled. Twist into a ball:
  "Why can't I catch anything? I shouldn't..."

Grandma Miao's series of actions caused Su Zhen to fall into even greater pain. Even though she was unconscious, her body still twitched like an electric shock.

"Grandma, what are you doing?" Feng Hua frowned.

Grandma Miao's mother was so fascinated that she couldn't listen to Feng Hua's words at all. She said to herself: "No, this is not right. Hey, could it be that she has died a long time ago..."

"Stop torturing her!"

Feng Hua stopped and said: "Tai Wu is born to be treacherous and unpredictable. Why should grandma ask for answers? She is here to seek medical advice, not to be put on the rack. Grandma will cure her first, and it will not be too late to ask these questions again." .”

"It makes sense."

Grandma Miao knew how precious the Taisha body was, so she gave up temporarily after hesitating. She looked at the twitching girl on the ground and said, "I have found the crux of her problem. It's not other than that her soul is too weak. Her body is far stronger than normal." People's souls are as weak as babies, and ordinary doctors can't diagnose the problem because they know nothing about souls."

As Grandma Miao spoke, she reached out her bony hands from the gray cloth she was wearing. Her long pointed fingers were twisting a needle. The needle was as thin as a hair and could not be seen without the reflection of the candlelight.

"During these days, she must have been tortured and did not get enough rest. She became ill with thoughts and was affected by the old craftsman's curse, which made her suddenly ill.

But her body is strong enough, and her mental illness does not show up in her body at all. Her pulse and heart rate are no different from ordinary people, and even her complexion is rosy and full. This is not so much her body as it is her armor. , even if a person dies in the armor, it will not affect the iron armor. "

Pale hands crawled out of the darkness like mice. They supported Su Zhen's limbs and lifted him in front of Grandma Miao. The old woman raised her head, and her eyes under the white hair burst out with a faint blue light.

"So, the real crux of her problem is that her soul and body are not in harmony. Fortunately, you are looking for me. No one else can cure this disease."

Grandma Miao's mother reached out her arm in front of Su Zhen and inserted the slender needle into his body bit by bit.

This looked like acupuncture, but what was different from acupuncture was that after this thin needle was inserted into his chest, it was pierced out of his vest, going back and forth, more like sewing.

While sewing, Grandma Miao’s mother muttered:
  "Three souls enter the heart fire, seven souls move through the kidney water, Ming Shen always bless you, everything goes as you wish - together!"

She was dancing while reciting, looking crazy. It didn't look like she was treating someone's illness, but more like she was dancing. "Little girl, don't look at me with that look. I'm stitching her soul together. You must have seen the white cat at the door. Its body has long been turned into scrap metal. I pulled out its soul and stitched it together. Inside the doll, otherwise it would have died along with its body."

Grandma Miao's mother showed off her proud work and was surprisingly talkative.

"Sewing the soul? Is this a tailor's spell?" Feng Hua couldn't help but ask.

"Tailor's spell?"

Grandma Miao laughed loudly: "It can also be said that the descendants of tailors are born with needlework. They spend their lives sewing some clothes and doing embroidery. Those with a little talent can treat people's wounds and splice limbs. No matter how powerful they are, There are some, like me, who can move needles on souls, or my junior sister, who can sew people into their dreams. To say something even more powerful...

I heard that tailors are so skilled that they can not only trap hurricanes with needles and threads, but can also sew two unrelated marriages together to make them as close as glue. I even heard that when two great kings of the Yushang Kingdom fought for the emperor, they won. When the losses were divided, an ancestor cut off the endings of the two people and sewed them onto each other. The one who was supposed to become an emperor failed, but the loser achieved hegemony... Of course, this kind of thing is just a legend, whether true or false, No one would believe it if I told you. "

Feng Hua was taken to Jiu Miao Palace by Lu Qi when she was very young. She has been studying swordsmanship and assassination techniques for more than ten years. She thinks she knows a lot about other martial arts. Today, listening to Miao's mother and grandma's story, she still feels amazing. Skills, amazing.

Even if the blood descendants are like this, I don't know what achievements those four divine craftsmen must have achieved back then.

"God is form, form is spirit, yin and yang are in position, spirit and form are one!"

The needle turned into a few streaks of light and was returned to Grandma Miao's hand.

Su Zhen's body stopped twitching and his expression gradually became calm.

Grandma Miao's mother took out the pen tube from her sleeve, wrote a prescription, and said: "It won't take long for her to wake up. This is the recipe for the requiem soup. One dose a day. Don't forget it."

Feng Hua took the prescription, thanked Grandma Miao, and carried Su Zhen on her back to leave the cave.

Before leaving, Feng Hua turned around and took one last look at this weird old woman.

More than a dozen pale palms had been put back behind her back, and they were folded together in a gesture of devout worship. The old woman was writing something on a piece of yellow paper with her pen cone hanging down, mumbling something in her mouth.

Fenghua returned the same way and when she jumped across the stream, she lowered her head and suddenly caught a glimpse of her reflection in the water.

She is a killer and often wears various human skin masks. She has seen all kinds of faces, but rarely stares at her own face.

Today, through the cold water, a haggard face buried in neck-length short hair came into view, and Feng Hua felt strange for a moment.

Her life was coming to an end.

Rigorous training, cold assassination, and the experiences of the past ten years flashed through her consciousness, seeming distant and short-lived.

The silver-white fish dispersed the reflection. They were also sewn, and the fish scales revealed the texture of leather in the sunlight.

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When Su Zhen woke up, he was still sleeping in the haystack.

The nausea of ​​his guts corroding into water had faded, but he still felt dizzy.

"Drink medicine when you wake up." Fenghua returned to indifference.

"medicine?"

Su Zhen hasn't figured out what happened yet.

Feng Hua briefly told him about taking him to find Grandma Miao, and asked casually: "Do you blame me?"

"Blame you? Why blame you?" Su Zhen asked.

"Interrupting your death." Feng Hua said.

In the old craftsman's house, living is torture. Watching your body corroded into material is better than dying happily.

"One more day of life means more hope. I can't even thank you enough. How can I blame you?" Su Zhen said seriously.

"There is no hope in the old craftsman's office. When the curse comes, you won't even be able to commit suicide... Just drink the medicine." Feng Hua sighed.

The medicine was contained in a stone cup. The juice was dark and turbid, and the smell was as strong as substance. It was extremely pungent. Su Zhen felt vomiting immediately after taking a slight sniff.

"This is the prescription given by Grandma Miao herself. Don't mind the bitterness. The medicine will cure the disease." Feng Hua said.

"Prescription? Do you remember the prescription?" Su Zhen asked.

Feng Hua nodded. She had read the prescription and remembered it unchanged. At this time, she memorized it for Su Zhen:
  "Three fingertips of loess under the stove, boil it with wine, two ounces of mercury, and white snake skin, and then use pairs of toads as a medicinal introduction. The first pair must be the first pair, not the second string, half a ounce of chicken excrement, and boil it with milk. When it foams, smear it on the toad, steam it, pound it into a pulp, put it together with the previous medicinal materials, boil it with rainwater to make porridge. The medicine is ready."

Not to mention drinking the medicinal soup, just hearing the prescription made Su Zhen break into a cold sweat.

Seeing that his face was pale, Feng Hua thought it was another attack of illness and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"This prescription must not be taken! It is clearly poison. I am just suffering from dizziness. If I take this medicine, I will be dead!" Su Zhen said anxiously.

"I've seen this prescription, and there's nothing wrong with it. Why are you making such a fuss?" Feng Hua didn't understand his fear.

"You guys eat these too?" Su Zhen was surprised.

"When I was young, my family was sick, and I helped cook the mud from the bottom of a well, pheasant nails, pairs of crickets... I boiled whatever the doctor prescribed, but Talisman water was more effective, but the Taoist priest's whereabouts were erratic. , and it’s expensive, and most people can’t afford it, let alone afford it.”

Feng Hua nodded, fearing that he would not believe it, and added: "Mortal life is bitter, so medicine is also bitter. If it is not bitter, it will not cure life."

"Stop talking! I will never eat this kind of thing!" Su Zhen grabbed the medicine bowl and was about to smash it.

Feng Hua grabbed his wrist and asked, "Why are you so stubborn?"

"It's not that you're stubborn, you just can't take this medicine!" Su Zhen was worried.

"Then what did you eat when you were sick?" Feng Hua asked.

"I……"

The calcium carbonate granules and other drugs recently prescribed to him by the doctor flashed through Su Zhen's mind. He didn't know how to explain it and was speechless.

"Have you been eating these since ancient times?" Su Zhen asked again.

"The medicines in ancient times seem to be different from now, but almost all the prescriptions at that time have failed. These are new medicines." Fenghua said.

"How come the medicine suddenly doesn't work?"

"Powerful spells will suddenly become ineffective, widely popular secret books will suddenly turn into waste paper, and the monks in Dazhao Academy who are practicing Buddhism will collectively become possessed by demons. Things in the world are unpredictable. Who can say for sure?" Feng Hua asked.

"..."

Su Zhen didn't expect that this world was weirder than he imagined, "I will never take this medicine anyway, it can't possibly work!"

"Yu Yue, you're really weird. If these medicines don't work, how do people who take them get better?" Feng Hua asked.

"They are good on their own! People themselves also have immunity... that is, they will produce things that resist diseases..."

While Su Zhen was still thinking about how to explain clearly, a chill suddenly ran down his spine, and two boys stood behind him at some point.

They themselves are responsible for the safety of Tai Wu. If Tai Wu is sick, he will be taken to him for treatment. If he commits suicide, he will stop him. If he refuses to take medicine, he will forcefully force him to do so.

Su Zhen's arms were grabbed instantly and twisted behind his back. Another boy pinched his cheek and forced his mouth to open. Strangely enough, the two boys looked childish, but their hands were also iron-clamped. It seems like there is no way to break free.

He watched helplessly as the boy picked up the medicine bowl and poured the dark medicine into his mouth.

The thick and fishy concoction was like a slippery hand, drilling down his throat and into his stomach.

Su Zhen whined and finally gave up resistance.

By the time the two boys let go, the bowl of medicine had been poured down. The boy let go and left. Su Zhen fell to the ground exhausted, gasping for air.

"How do you feel?" Feng Hua asked.

Su Zhen slowly stood up and said weakly: "How can this kind of thing be useful? I understand. Grandma Miao wants to kill me. She wants..."

Su Zhen paused mid-sentence. He covered his chest and was shocked to find that his head was no longer dizzy and the heavy feeling in his chest had disappeared. Not only that, his spirit was also clear.

In the past, no matter how he adapted, he felt that there was a gap between himself and this body, making it difficult to truly fit in. But now, they fit together perfectly.

Su Zhen stretched his body and became more and more unbelievable.

He recovered?
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