What kind of evil method is this? This is the righteous method.

The next day.

As he thought, four more villagers were infected with the plague. They were carried to the door of the medicine hall by some kind villagers. They still placed mats on the ground, as if they were afraid that they would catch a cold lying on the ground.

The village chief was still shouting that something big had happened and the Taoist priest should run away quickly.

He didn't want to say any more nonsense about this, and even wanted to give the village chief an elbow. It might be that Fubao was seriously injured yesterday, so he didn't get well as he did yesterday.

He saw Fubao crying in public.

He cried like a child.

No, Fubao was indeed a child. Maybe the spirits lived longer, but at his age, he could only be a child among humans.

He found that Liu the Butcher's face became more solemn. He even stood in the crowd, clenched his fists tightly, but as if he thought of something, he loosened his fists weakly and retreated silently.

The next day.

The situation got worse again.

Another villager got the plague. He knew that another villager went to the back mountain to drink the sticky liquid in big gulps.

The number of people suffering from the plague increased sharply.

It was not just adults, but even the children who had been playing with Fubao were also suffering from the plague.

For Lin Fan, the plague was indeed terrible. Ordinary doctors would only find it difficult to deal with the plague, but for a true practitioner like him, with the skill of poison, he only needed to release his intimate pet golden centipede and crawl into the body to get rid of it in minutes.

But he didn't do that.

In the eyes of the village chief, he was now just a Taoist priest who could chant scriptures and had some basic boxing and kicking skills.

He also wanted to know to what extent the ginseng spirit Fubao would do, and why he was so devoted to protecting them, or was there another problem.

The third day.

The situation was still very bad.

Some more villagers were infected with the plague. The village, which was originally full of vitality, became a little lifeless. The villagers who were still healthy in every household all looked miserable.

"Fubao, this plague is too terrible." Lin Fan simply covered the lower half of his face. Although he would not be infected, the necessary procedures still had to be followed.

Even if he was really infected, he only needed to let the golden centipede wander around his body and he would be as good as new.

"I know, I know."

Other villagers did not dare to approach here, so Lin Fan followed behind Fubao and helped to take care of him. It stands to reason that ordinary people would not be able to withstand such a plague, but Fubao has been using water melted with blood to keep them alive.

At this time, he came to the wooden bed, on which lay a child with ulcers all over his face.

"Fubao, I'm in pain, I'm in so much pain."

Fubao's thick little hands grasped his companion's hands, "It's okay, it's okay, I will definitely save you."

As he spoke, tears fell.

Lin Fan, who was standing behind him, looked at him expressionlessly, with golden light in his eyes. The ulcers on his face were scary, but the child in reality was even more terrifying.

"Fubao, I'm in pain."

"Fubao, save me."

"It hurts, it hurts so much."

The other children in the house were wailing, and the wailing sounds, like the sound of a demon, hit Fubao's heart hard, making his face pale instantly, without a trace of blood.

At this time, the wailing children all regretted it.

In order to eat Fubao, they have to suffer so much.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

When you really want to eat Fubao, you must eat it in big mouthfuls.

In another house.

The village chief and a group of villagers gathered together.

"It seems that Fubao's condition has reached a very bad point, and it's not far from the time for us to take action."

"Village chief, what should we do if the stinky Taoist priest doesn't leave?"

"It's okay, wait for an opportunity to poison him to death. Now our village is infected with the plague, I don't believe he is not afraid."

...

Another day passed.

There are still a few infected villagers who were sent here.

Fu Bao was helpless and numb. His blood could not save anyone, but could only relieve their symptoms.

Inside the house.

Fu Bao closed the door and looked at the big basin in front of him. His once proud and happy expression was gone, and there was only endless sorrow. He held the dagger in his hand and made the final preparations.

"It can only be like this."

"My blood can save them, otherwise there is no other way."

Just when he was about to take action.

Creaky.

The door was pushed open.

Lin Fan, wearing a Taoist robe, walked in, looked at the basin on the ground, and then looked at the dagger in Fu Bao's hand, and understood what he was going to do.

Close the door casually.

"Little Taoist, what are you doing here?" Fu Bao asked with lifeless eyes.

"Little Taoist priest?" Lin Fan smiled. "Fubao, ginseng spirit, when I didn't tell you your identity, you called me little Taoist priest, and I didn't care about it. Now that I have told you your identity, what should you call me?"

After he finished speaking, he saw Lin Fan's eyes glowing red, and the shocking blood and murderous aura frightened Fubao so much that he stepped back several steps and trembled.

"Taoist... Taoist priest."

"Well, that's more like it."

The red light dissipated and returned to normal.

Fubao really didn't expect that this Taoist priest was real, and he also had Taoism. In today's world, even if he has been staying in Changsheng Village, he knows that in the last days, there are very few practitioners, and even if they really practice, they are just learning the basics.

"Fubao, you prepared these things, do you want to sacrifice your life to save them?" Lin Fan asked.

"Reply Taoist priest, there is no other way. I can only give up my own blood and essence to save them."

"Are they worth saving?"

"Worthy." Fubao didn't hesitate at all.

"Is it worth it? Then do you know that they are draining your moral integrity and your vitality? When you are powerless, that is when they eat you. You have done so much for them, but they are not grateful. , I still want to kill you, is it worth it? "

He still doesn't understand Fu Bao's thoughts.

As a spirit, it is logical to feed on humans, but now it's the other way around.

It is simply the opposite of Tiangang.

"worth."

"Is it worth it?"

"I know, I know everything, I know everyone wants to eat me."

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, "Since you know it, and you still do this, could it be that your head has been injured before?"

No other reason.

Apart from this reason, he really couldn't think of anything else.

Fu Bao shook his head and said slowly: "A long time ago, this village was not called Changsheng Village. The people in the village made a living by hunting and farming. My grandfather was dug out by a wild boar before he transformed. , at this moment, a doctor who went up the mountain to collect herbs rescued my grandfather from the mouth of the wild boar, and then buried him, hoping that my grandfather would thrive. "

"After a long time, my grandfather transformed into the same size as me and came to the village to study medicine with the doctor. Gradually, my grandfather understood many truths and felt the villagers' love for him."

"Until one day, a natural disaster came and a terrible plague swept through the village. It could not be cured by mortal medical skills. My grandfather asked the villagers to eat him for treatment. I know that the villagers did not want to eat my grandfather or me, but our grandfather The taste is poison and they will never forget it.”

Lin Fan listened silently, listening to the story between the spirits and humans.

This is repayment and dedication.

But look at the situation in the village today, how wealthy it is.

The villagers no longer suffer from natural disasters, but instead think of various ways to consume each other's virtue, just to make it easier.

Their seemingly flawless approach is actually so ridiculous.

People already knew it.

"After I eat you, will I still have you in the future?" Lin Fan asked.

Fu Bao nodded, "Yes, just bury my heart in the ground. In less than thirty years, a new Fu Bao will appear. It will have the beautiful memories between me and the villagers. Return to the village, return to this place I am willing to give everything to a place where I can feel happy and needed by everyone.”

"Okay, okay, think of yourself as a leek, cut it one after another." At this moment, he figured it out.

This is really stupid.

Fu Bao said nothing, and there was a hint of discomfort in his seemingly willing eyes.

Perhaps, it also knows that the villagers don't really like it, they only like its meat.

"Let's bleed." Lin Fan didn't stop him.

Fubao took the dagger and slashed his wrist. Blood immediately poured into the basin like a waterfall, and Fubao's face became paler and paler as the blood drained away.

Lin Fan was not moved at all by Fubao's self-sacrifice.

I just feel that it has become crazy.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Bao collapsed to the ground, and the basin was filled with blood.

Snap!

The door was pushed open.

"Fu Bao..." Butcher Liu rushed in and saw Fu Bao lying on the ground. He held him in his arms and cried bitterly, "I am too timid. Why are you so stupid."

"Liu, Brother Liu, Fubao is voluntary." The weak Fubao said with difficulty.

Lin Fan stood at the door. At some point, villagers had already gathered outside the door. Even those villagers infected with the plague were being supported by their families and looking greedily.

Lin Fan said: "Fu Bao has already drained the blood. One of you can move the basin out. He wants to save you, so his hard work cannot be wasted."

As soon as these words came out.

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Immediately, strong villagers rushed in, carrying blood basins and rushing outside.

The waiting villagers went completely crazy, blood spilled on the ground, and some villagers knelt on the ground, greedily licking it, and a group of people gathered around the blood basin, fighting for it.

"Don't grab it, it's mine."

"Fu Bao's blood tastes so good, even better than ordinary blood."

"This is blood essence. Fu Bao's blood essence must be extraordinary."

"Haha, dad was right, it tastes really good."

"Mom, give me a sip, I can't take them away."

Lin Fan stood at the door and watched quietly, opening his eyes of merit. In his sight, a group of monsters and ghosts in human skin greedily enjoyed the blood of the spirits who had sacrificed everything for them.

The hands are bloody.

His face was covered in blood.

Bare teeth and claws.

Greedy desire forms a terrible wave.

"Eat, drink, and feel Fu Bao's last love for you. There will be no chance in the future."

Lin Fan took off his Taoist robe, neatly folded it and placed it on the table, then stood at the door holding an ax and still watching.

He didn't know what these people were thinking in their hearts.

Or whether you have a heart or not.

Anyway, he knew that he might go on a killing spree next.

The purpose of going down the mountain is to slay demons.

But the demons you slay and eliminate may not be real demons.

These monsters in human skin should also be killed.

Every breath you take out is polluting this world.

This world needs a good cleanup.

No one else can do it.

Then let me do it.

The blood basin was empty and was licked clean. Even the blood sprinkled on the soil was not spared. He grabbed the soil and put it in his mouth, swallowing it with the blood.

brush!

brush!

brush!

Villagers of all shapes and sizes looked towards the medical hall.

"Fu Bao's body is still inside."

"Yes, flesh and blood are the best."

"Don't destroy the heart. Whether our Changsheng Village can eat meat in the future depends on the heart."

"knew."

"Eat meat."

The villagers with glowing eyes had already ignored Lin Fan and rushed towards them.

The first person to bear the brunt is the village chief.

He looks old, but he didn't expect his legs and feet to be so agile.

"Let's eat meat together, Taoist priest," said the village chief.

"Eat it."

Without saying a word, Lin Fan swung his ax and slashed across the village head, cutting off half of the village chief's head.

In an instant, blood spurted out, dyeing the world red.

"Kill people."

"Kill..."