Nightmare Attack

"It's an old woman from the Wu family who helps with cooking." The village chief looked embarrassed, "But she is old, in poor health, and her mind is not very clear. The most important thing is... well, you will know when you go and see her." "

Hearing that an insider from the Wu family was still alive, everyone naturally went to take a look, but before they could leave, the villager who had led the way came back with someone.

He was a man, a bit older, with a gray beard, wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, with a cloth bag slung around his waist. He fit the look of a country man in everyone's mind.

"Village chief, the doctor is here." The villager said in a flattering tone.

"Quick, show this master his injury first." The village chief waved his hand in greeting.

When Jia Jinliang sat firmly and took off the cloth tied to the severed limb, the scene in front of him made the fat man gasp.

I saw a lake of flesh and blood at the fracture, with a thick layer of black powder on it. Now the powder was mixed with blood and water, and had thickened into a ball.

"It's incense ash." Chen Hao stared at the wound and said softly.

Through the wound, you can see the pale and broken bone stubble, and there are some pieces of flesh hanging down at the edges like tattered cotton wool. Along the pieces of meat, black and red blood is still flowing.

Lei Mingyu squinted his eyes. He could see that the wound was not cut with a knife, but broken by force.

Du Moyu's face turned pale and he opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out. Judging from the shape of his mouth, he said the word "severe".

The doctor seemed to be troubled by such an injury. He raised his heavy eyelids and glanced at Jia Jinliang, "I need to clean the wound first. It will be very painful. I can apply some herbal medicine on you first. You will feel much better, but …”

A Biao frowned and asked, "But what?"

"But the effect of this herbal medicine is not very stable and may last for a long time." The doctor said in a long voice, "Maybe it will last until early tomorrow morning. During this time, your head will be swollen and you will feel groggy and lethargic."

Everyone understands that the so-called herbal medicine is a kind of anesthetic, but its effect is not very stable and may even last until early tomorrow morning. It has advantages and disadvantages for Jia Jinliang.

The advantage is that he will suffer less and the wounds can be treated better. The disadvantage is that if there is any trouble tonight, the dizzy Jia Jinliang will be a living target for ghosts.

"Haha." Jia Jinliang grinned, smiled honestly, and patted the doctor's arm with his good right hand, "Thank you for your hard work, doctor. I am a cheap person, and I don't need to use such precious medicinal materials."

"Have you thought about it?" The doctor raised his eyelids.

"Think about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor took out a small box from the rag bag. After opening it, there were several extremely sharp knives and several strange-shaped tools inside.

Seeing this scene, Jia Jinliang turned his head, looked at Yu Chengmujiangcheng and his party, and said calmly: "I have to deal with the wound. Don't waste everyone's time because of me. You go ahead and do your work."

"A Biao, you can go too." Jia Jinliang added in a steady tone.

After obtaining everyone's consent, the village chief left the doctor and villagers to take care of Jia Jinliang, and then left with the rest of the people to find the Wu family's only remaining servant, the old lady.

After leaving the door and not walking far, I heard a strange laughter.

There was something familiar about the laughter.

Following the sound, I saw the crazy beggar I had seen before on a nearby tree. The crazy beggar spread his legs and sat on a very thick tree branch. He tilted his head and smiled at them, "Everyone has grain. People and grains!”

When the village chief saw the crazy beggar, he also showed a helpless expression, and then led them to speed up their pace, but before they had gone far, they heard brisk footsteps coming from behind.

“Grain for every man, grain for every man!”

The crazy beggar actually came after me.

After stopping the village chief, the crazy beggar wiped his hands on his dirty clothes, then stretched out his hand to the village chief in a very discreet manner, smiling stupidly, obviously wanting to eat.

"Didn't I just give it to you this morning?" the village chief said impatiently, "You have taken so much, why do you want more?"

Hearing this, the crazy beggar's eyes widened, he took back his outstretched hand, and clenched it into a fist as big as a sandbag, making a crunching sound.

The village chief got scared when he saw it, and his straight neck shrank slightly, but when he thought about the presence of outsiders and refused to lose face, he stiffened his neck and said, "I'm telling you, don't mess around." Ah, these masters are all very capable. If you make them angry, let’s see how they deal with you.”

The crazy beggar seemed to understand. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Cheng and the others one by one. His eyes were full of wariness. At the same time, he took out his left hand and rolled his rag-like sleeve upwards, as if he was preparing to fight. One plane.

At this moment, Yu Chengmu's eyes suddenly paused. After a moment, Yu Chengmu reached out and asked for a steamed bun from Zhang Junyu, which they had saved before.

After seeing the steamed buns, the crazy beggar's face improved a lot. Yu Chengmu walked towards the crazy beggar with the steamed buns. The crazy beggar naturally reached out to take it, but Yu Chengmu did not put the steamed buns into his hand, but pulled it up. The crazy beggar stuffed the buns into his clothes with a smile.

"Your hands are too dirty. If you eat directly, you will get upset." Yu Chengmu's attitude looked very kind, and the fat man even suspected that this old guy had changed his mind.

Seeing that the steamed buns were in hand, Crazy Beggar stopped pestering him. Just as he turned around to leave, suddenly, his peripheral vision glanced to another place.

Jiang Cheng held a steamed bun in each hand and smiled at him.

The crazy beggar stopped leaving immediately, and his eyes glowed.

Jiang Cheng walked forward with a smile, imitating Yu Chengmu's movements, unzipping the crazy beggar's clothes and stuffing the buns in one after another, "One is enough for what you're doing, I'll give you two more, take them back, slow down Eat slowly.”

After getting rid of the crazy beggar, the village chief was relieved and immediately took them to another route. He kept looking back as he walked, as if he was worried that the crazy beggar would catch up again.

"Village chief." Chen Hao looked at the road and asked, "That person lives near the Wu family's mansion?" The road under his feet led to the Wu family's mansion, and he remembered it clearly.

"No, no, we have to get rid of him first." The village chief turned around and explained, "He asked for the steamed buns from you, and when he finishes eating, he might catch up and ask for them."

It's understandable that you want steamed buns, but although the road in front of you is not clear, it is obviously unrealistic to get rid of the fast-moving crazy beggar.

The village chief also noticed everyone's doubts, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and explained: "You masters don't know something. This crazy beggar is very powerful. There is no place in the village that he can't enter, but there is only one place. He never……"

"The Wu family mansion." Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at the village chief.