After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

The quack doctor smiled: "But it seems that this sentence sounds absurd in today's world, doesn't it?"

"Of course! How is that possible! Human beings are born with high and low status, those who can cultivate are superior, and ordinary people who cannot cultivate are as cheap as ants!"

The little boy spoke aloud the thoughts instilled in him by his family in a childish voice.

In fact, this is also the truth of this world.

"Everyone in this world knows this truth. What you just said is just empty talk, bragging! Ridiculous! You, you are a fool!"

"Oh? Then why do I think that this world is wrong."

The middle-aged man reached out and nodded his head lightly: "I'm not a great person, and I can't change the world with my own ideas - but I am a doctor, a Langzhong. At least I have the right to insist on my own Thoughts."

"Ridiculous, ridiculous, who do you think you are!"

"A quack doctor, your savior."

"..."

"Okay, don't worry about those big things. I raised you voluntarily. If you don't agree with me when you grow up in the future, it doesn't matter if you have your own opinions in the future."

The man pulled the unconvinced little boy up from the ground, and patted his clothes: "At least now my fist is slightly harder than yours, just follow the rules of the jungle in this world, I am stronger than you Qiang, listen to me... eat obediently first, don't starve to death."

"...I still don't understand, you can't live in this world like this."

The little boy still didn't eat obediently. He clenched his fists, as if trying to correct the thinking of the lunatic in front of him.

"There are so many dead and so many wounded, how superb your medical skills can be, how many people can you save as a doctor?!"

"Then let there be a few more fools like me in this world, and then find a way to find a more effective medicine."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he pulled out a black branch from his arms and waved it in front of the boy with a smile.

"You know, what is this?"

"Ghost crying wood, there are a lot of cemeteries and battlefields, I don't even need this depressing thing for firewood in my house-you, what are you doing!?"

The middle-aged man stretched out the branch and rubbed it with his fingers.

The red powder was steamed by the green energy at his fingertips, and the two colors of red and green were intertwined, forming a faint golden yellow.

He brought that golden light to the boy's swollen face and gently rubbed it.

A burst of coldness spread across the face, and immediately began to burn like fire.

The boy couldn't struggle, and was about to scream, but suddenly found that when he opened his mouth, there was no pain on his face.

"what?"

"This ghost crying tree can be seen everywhere, but for some reason, no one in this world has studied its medicinal value."

The middle-aged man held the remaining half of the black wood, and murmured with a smile: "After walking in this world for many years, I found that this world is really absurd... Everyone only pursues those who can increase their cultivation. Exotic flowers and herbs, rare trees and spiritual fruits. They rarely care about what can be used to cure diseases... Monks can use true energy to heal wounds, but in terms of medicine knowledge, they are far inferior to those who are regarded as ants and cannot The poor people who practice."

"How can a mortal be stronger than a monk!?"

"I once heard that a monk was injured and his true energy could not flow smoothly. A commoner passing by to cut firewood saved his life with weeds on the side of the road, but the monk felt humiliated and killed the commoner. Lose it, cut off the inheritance of this knowledge—in today's world, this seems to be a very common thing."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't you think this is absurd? Is it stupid? Dignity is greater than human life, and other people's lives are like ants. In my eyes, this world is very sick..."

"Then what do you want, everyone thinks so."

"To heal this world, use knowledge, medicine, inheritance, just use this ghost crying tree that you all look down on. Even if there is no way to change the monk's arrogance, at least let those who have no hope of cultivation find a way to survive? Anyway, I This is the only thing a quack doctor can do."

"..."

"How about it, do you think that I'm a quack doctor? Do you want to learn something from me?"

The little boy opened his mouth dumbly, not knowing how to respond.

He thought it was absurd and ridiculous.

But also feel...

The man's crazy words are amazing...

At least, when he said these crazy words, the man's eyes shone with convincing light.

"May I have your name……"

"Oh, it's been almost a month since I saw a doctor at your house, don't you know my name?"

The man straightened up and patted his chest.

"My name is Zijin. I am a quack doctor who practiced medicine here and there with his own selfish intentions. The little girl with a bad temper over there is my adopted apprentice. Her nickname is Shui'er, and her first name is given by me. Her name is... ..."

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"Sister, wake up."

"Ok?"

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the woman in the purple palace attire slowly opened her eyes on the jade throne.

The face standing in front of him was blurred for a while, and as his body was shaken, he finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

"Ah, Second Sister, what's the matter?"

"How did you think about what the third child said yesterday?"

"Yeah, yeah, how are you thinking?"

Slowly kneading her slender fingers, the woman narrowed her eyes and repeated her sister's words.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected into the room, illuminating the main hall of Lianhua Palace brightly.

The palace lord stretched his waist greatly: "Haha~ I slept well, what time is it now?"

"Sister! Don't be lazy at this moment! This is a big deal."

Fairy Chengshui said anxiously: "We and the top ten families have always kept things safe, but now that something happened to the Fu family, we have to go after the Zhou family. Will we get caught in the rivers and lakes?"

"We have a lot of handles, not one or two."

He patted Second Sister on the shoulder.

Hundreds of years of companionship made it easy for her to understand what the hesitation on her sister's face represented.

"Don't worry, I don't care."

"But sister, you..."

"Since the child's head was smashed, Ling'er has become more and more like a child. Think about it, our little Ling'er would get so angry with a Zhou family for no reason, and even burn her soul to ruin her future." The cultivation of life?"

"Sigh, maybe it's her previous life's grievances. This child somehow remembered something... She should have thought of it when she was adopted. This child has one body and two souls. There will be troubles in the future when the memory is restored."

"Come out as soon as you come out, is she not cute enough, or when is our Lianhua Palace afraid of causing trouble?"

"But that's the Zhou family...you were..."

"How long has it been since those days, why, you were still pulling my skirt and crying, 'Sister, the vegetarian dishes are not good, I want to eat pork knuckles', do you want to reminisce?"

"You, you, big sister!!"

Cheng Shui gritted her teeth angrily, her face blushed, she reached out and clenched her fist to hit her, but the other party flashed twice with a smile.

"Okay, it's reasonable. I should also leave Lianhua Palace after a long absence and go out for a walk."

Cheng Shui's fist stopped in mid-air, she looked in surprise at her palace lord, sect head, the first of the four fairies of Lianhua Palace.

"You... want to go out?"

"Yes, my sister will go out to find the big pig's elbow for you."

"Wait, head, this matter can be discussed in the long term. I have already asked the fourth child to go to Linlang Academy to ask Ling'er what is going on. You should calm down first."

"I've been pretty cool all these years."

Wear your sleeves.

The woman named "Purple Water Fairy" tilted her head.

"They just want to go out for a walk."

Chapter 63 The curtain will rise

In a mountain depression in Hongchi City, Nanzhou, lived the Zhou family, which was at the end of the top ten families and was shrouded in rumors of short life.

Unlike the Fu family, looking around, it is almost difficult to distinguish where the Zhou family is in this mountain depression.

It was a deep mountain shrouded in green mist from medicinal plants, the trees grew slowly, and birds and animals were rarely seen.

The Zhou family has always lived in seclusion, and it is only in recent years that they have started to do business that they can occasionally see the presence of the Zhou family in the market.Most of the time on weekdays, the people of Hongchi City have little chance to come into contact with this mysterious family.

But in the past few days, the green mist on that mountain has thinned a lot.

There were quite a few house servants who ran out from Zhou's house, each of them was mentally disturbed and looked flustered.

He was full of gibberish and couldn't speak clearly. He didn't have the air of showing off his power like a servant of a big family.

There were different opinions for a while, but no one dared to go to see what happened to the Zhou family.

I saw that the green mist kept changing all day long, and there were bursts of mourning and roaring from time to time in the mysterious mountain depression.

Ordinary people just want to watch the excitement, but the monks in Hongchi City can see it.The Zhou family, I'm afraid they have caused some big trouble.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

In Zhou's mansion, inside the owner's house, Zhou Zhuyi scratched his throat and screamed heart-piercingly.

The side of his bed was already stained with blood, but instead of gushing out from the wound, he coughed it out of his throat mouthful by mouthful.

If a timid person saw Zhou Zhuyi at this time, he might be scared out of his wits.

At this time, there was no intact skin on Zhou Zhuyi's neck. Starting from the chin, the entire neck was scratched terribly, dripping with blood.

The healed flesh was torn apart before it had fully grown, and the itching that emanated from the depths of his soul made him painful.

What made him even more miserable was the five scratches on his chest.

Spreading from the right shoulder blade to the left abdomen, five hideous deep black gullies continued to spread during this long waiting time.

Can't heal, can't stop.

The scratches were moving towards the body, pushing forward at an extremely slow speed that would drive people crazy.

The flesh and blood were continuously eroded by the scratches and could not recover again.

The dense white bones were exposed from the wound, shining brightly in the air.

This is unstoppable, irreversible damage.

It is a delayed death sentence.

During this long suffering, Zhou Zhuyi understood what Hang Yanling said that day, counting the days to live the rest of his life.

Even if that terrifying monster doesn't come over, his body will be devoured and bitten off by these five scratches, and finally scattered into pieces all over the ground.

In his thousands of years of experience, it is not that he has encountered such a predicament.

If it is placed before, he can transfer his consciousness to his offspring to complete reincarnation.

But these five scratches firmly locked his memory that had already been transformed into Yin Lingqi, preventing him from escaping from his body.

The daughter who was far away at Linlang Academy couldn't respond, and the blood corpses stored at home couldn't be used either.

He could only let out a miserable howl.

With the weakening of the body, the control over the rest of the Zhou family is constantly weakening.

The servants who could be temporarily reserved for other purposes have long since disappeared, and he is the only one left in the Zhou family at this moment.

The severe pain in the body and the torment of the soul, Zhou Zhuyi grabbed his hair as if he would die, and stared at the dark tree outside the window with his red eyes.

"I can't die, uh uh uh... I, I, I can't die yet."

Crying, hoarse, and the sound from the broken vocal cords is almost unrecognizable.

"Master... I will keep it... I will... I will, I will, I will, I will! Ah... oh, 盍盍囍, cough, hahahahaha, I will, I will Yes, I will, I will!"

Like crying and laughing, like a madman.

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"Phew, a week has finally passed."

In Linlang Academy, Yan Lingling stretched her waist greatly. Standing in front of her were Zhou Qingying and Mi Xintong.