Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 22 Green Hair Balls
"click".

The wide lock on the mahogany box fell.

"It's open! Isn't this an empty box again!"

"Hey, I said, even if there is gold and silver jewelry in it, it would have been transferred long ago. How could it have been left in this dark place."

This is a master key. The mahogany box in the stone room has been opened many times, and now it is the last one.

The villagers gathered around, and the expressions on their faces changed from surprise and expectation at the beginning to deep disappointment.

Fang Yao didn't speak, she knew that there must be something in this box.

Across the box, she smelled a faint, extremely strange smell.

But certainly not some gold and silver jewelry.

The key was obtained from the rat monster, the gift of the cave god...what is it?

She took a deep breath and pushed the lid open.

The wooden mahogany cover made a creaking sound, and there was a slight dust accompanying the opening of the cover, flying gently.

A box full of gray balls with green fimbriae, neatly placed inside.

Each one is the size of a marble, and it was deliberately separated and covered with a layer of red silk cloth. It can be seen that the owner was very careful when placing these objects.

But these green hair balls can't be any gold and silver jewelry no matter how you look at them.

"It stinks, what kind of thing is this..."

The villagers looked at each other, the joy on their faces disappeared.

Fang Yao also looked complicated. Could this be... a gift from the cave god?

She reached out and carefully picked up a ball, and sniffed it through the mask. The strong pungent musty smell seemed to be mixed with a faint medicinal smell.

It turned out to be a pill?
But even if it's a pill, it's moldy and green with hair...

Suddenly, an inconspicuous dark yellow color caught Fang Yao's attention in the crack on the far side of the box. She used the key to carefully hook it out. It turned out to be a smooth and delicate silk scroll.

Spread it out, there are several lines of small characters written with a red cinnabar pen on it.

"Master, what is written on it?"

The villagers were illiterate and looked at Fang Yao eagerly.

"Well... it says..."

These words are all obscure ancient characters. Fang Yao recognized them half-guessingly for a while, and then looked up in surprise, "The pills in this box can cure the virus!"

All the villagers' eyes widened, look at me, I look at you, one of them scratched Hui Pupu's head, and said a little naively: "Master, last time Dr. Zhang from the neighboring village came to see me, tell me Mother said, you can't take pills with long hair."

Fang Yao bowed his head and confirmed the paragraph on the vermilion small print, "Pills are air-dried, buried in the ground, and taken out after several months or even years. The time varies. The green mold is the best, and it can remove toxins." It's not clear, but the drug does work.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the middle of the stone room. The patriarch guarded his son with a sullen face, because Ah Wu was injured by the rat monster, and now he has become ill.

Since it is a gift from the cave god, then maybe...

Fang Yao took the pill and walked in front of Ah Wu. The latter was covered in sweat. When she saw her, her slightly pale eyes flashed with panic.

"This medicine was found in the stone room. It may be the antidote to the epidemic poison, but it may also be a poison. Would you like to try it?" She asked softly.

Ah Wu was tied up, and his mind was a little unclear.

The patriarch wiped away his tears, nodded with difficulty, and said, "Master, give him something to eat, and a dead horse can be used as a living horse doctor."

Fang Yao handed the pill to the patriarch, who crushed it, and with the help of the villagers, forced it into Ah Wu's mouth.

After feeding, everyone was staring at Ah Wu closely.

But Ah Wu's whole face was tangled up in pain, no matter how he looked, it didn't look like he was taking an antidote, but a poison...

The villagers were dumbfounded, but the master did not speak, and they did not dare to speak easily.

Fang Yao's face was as still as a mountain, and his heart beat a drum. Although the patriarch himself did agree to give it a try, it would be unacceptable if Ah Wu burped after eating.

What about the [Gift of the Cave God]? !
Could it be that you want to let all of them die together before they die? !

This thought suddenly came up, Fang Yao was instantly stunned, and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.

At this moment, Ah Wu suddenly bent down and spat out a cloud of sticky black blood with a "wow".

"Wuzi!"

The expression of the patriarch is already the same as if he lost his son.

Fang Yao was startled, and she scolded the so-called gift of the cave god eight hundred times in her heart, and suddenly heard a vague "father" from Ah Wu.

"Wuzi! Wuzi!"

The patriarch helped Awu up and wiped his stained mouth with his sleeve.

"Father...I...my eyes hurt..." Ah Wu said, two lines of dirty tears streaming from his eyes.

The other person blurted out: "Aiya! The white hair in Wuzi's eyes has dropped a lot!"

The patriarch looked down, but it wasn't. Although his son's face was very pale, it was no longer a scary dark blue and purple, and the eyes with some white hairs were gradually returning to their original appearance.

He burst into tears with excitement: "Saved, Wuzi is saved...Our Lijia Village is saved...Thank you, Master..."

The villagers were even more grateful, and without saying a word, they thumped their heads and knelt down.

Fang Yao, who breathed a sigh of relief and was inexplicably guilty, said, "..."

She waved her hand, thinking about something to say, when she suddenly heard a strange sound from the throat of the unnoticed rat monster lying on the ground not far away.

She immediately turned her head to look, and saw an unknown black thing quietly groping out of the rat monster's mouth, the size of a little finger.

Seeing this, the villagers followed her gaze.

The crowd was stunned.

"Master, what the hell is that?!"

Fang Yao was speechless, she didn't know either!
The strange thing seemed to notice that someone noticed it, and jumped into the nearest pothole in the ground.

Fang Yao and the villagers chased after them immediately, but the pits in the ground were intricate and intricate, and they could no longer see the trace of the strange thing, and could only hear a sticky and greasy noise passing under their feet.

She was anxious, always feeling that there must be something strange about that strange thing.

There was a dull trembling sound after another, which seemed to come from far to near from the ground.

boom……

The entire stone room shook suddenly, the ground slowly cracked, and there were gravels falling from the top of the head. The remnants of mice that were originally hidden in the potholes drilled out in groups and fled.

"This stone room is about to collapse!"

"Run! If you don't run, it will be too late!"

"Put the box up! Hurry up! Don't lose the box!"

Everyone hurriedly picked up the box, stumbled out, and the potholes on the ground sank one after another.

Fang Yao was still wearing her own canvas shoes, and she ran much more neatly than the villagers wearing straw shoes. Suddenly, a thin black line flew out of her body!

She was startled, and involuntarily lowered her head and glanced at it, but the flying line was extremely fast, and after an instant, the black line was retracted.

"Master! I'll carry you!"

The silly villager saw Fang Yao suddenly stop in a gap half a meter wide, without saying a word, he carried her and rushed out!

Fortunately, the cave was relatively stable. After everyone rushed into the cave, the stone room completely collapsed. Fang Yao jumped off the villagers and looked back.

The rat monster was really buried in the belly of the mountain.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

"Wuzi!"

Not far away, the people waiting in the cave heard the movement at the end and shouted nervously towards this side.

"Master, this, this cave is not safe, let's go out quickly!" The patriarch carried his son on his back, gasping for breath.

Fang Yao nodded, and everyone walked out, supporting each other.

(End of this chapter)