Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 89
Now that Ji Zhai has been inhabited for several months, and the ominous thing has not moved, how did Jin Sanzhong survive after provoking him?
If I cured him, would I provoke that fierce beast to take revenge?

Seeing Huang Changsheng's distressed face, Jin Sanzhong was so frightened that his nose burst into tears and he wailed: "Master Huang, Master Huang, you must save me!"

"Hey! You and I are both from the same town, so it's not impossible to save.

It's just that you were injured by a vicious ghost. If I want to save you, I must hurt my vitality... This is very difficult! "

"Master Huang, no matter what, please save me!"

Seeing what Huang Changsheng meant, Jin Sanzhong hurriedly took out a piece of silver from under his pillow: "Master Huang, this is five coins. My family only has so much money. Please save my life!"

He also loves money, but now, in order to survive, he has to take out all his belongings.

Huang Changsheng's eyes lit up when he saw Yinzi, and he grabbed Yinzi in his hand with lightning speed, and said: "God has the virtue of good life, this master will use the strongest spell to drive away evil and evil for you!"

With the money in hand, Huang Changsheng regained his energy immediately. He first asked the woman to wash off all the ointment on the wound, then took out a piece of yellow paper and lit it on the fire. Sprinkle gold into triple wounds.

Surprisingly, the bleeding wound miraculously stopped.

Huang Changsheng heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, the ashes of talisman paper soaked in liquid medicine were really effective in stopping bleeding.

When the military doctor from the guard did not come, there was only one herbal doctor in Suijin Town.

Usually, anyone who has a headache or brain fever will either suffer from it, or find a herbal doctor to drink some medicinal drinks.

If the potion is also ineffective, he will naturally rely on his talisman paper to cure the disease.

A dead horse is regarded as a living horse doctor, and some people can just hit it right.

After the wound was bandaged again, Huang Changsheng glanced at the busy woman standing beside him, touched his chin, and said to Jin Sanchong with a serious face: "If you want to exorcise the evil, your wound needs to be washed with spiritual water every day."

"Spiritual water? What kind of spiritual water?" Jin Sanchong asked in confusion.

"I'll make it for you once in the water tank at home, and it will naturally become spiritual water, and there will be no extra charge!"

As soon as he heard that there would be no additional charge, Jin Sanzhong hurriedly asked the woman to take the master to the kitchen.

The woman lowered her head, holding a lamp in one hand, and meekly led Huang Changsheng to the kitchen.

As soon as he left the main room, Huang Changsheng hugged the woman's willow-like waist from behind as soon as the cotton curtain fell.

Huang Changsheng carried the woman into the kitchen in twos and threes, pushed against the door, lowered his head and bit her earlobe, and said softly: "My dear lady, what are you doing with this man? You have nothing to eat, nothing to wear, and nothing to eat every day." Beaten and scolded!"

The woman's voice trembled: "The slave's life was saved by Jin Sanzhong from the Di tribe, and the slave is his for the rest of his life.

Master Huang, just let this slave go!If Mie found out, he would beat the slave to death. "

Huang Changsheng was not willing to let it go, he groped around the woman's waist, panted and said: "Little lady, if you follow Jin Sanchong, you will be tortured to death by him sooner or later.

I can also save your life, as long as you follow me, you are guaranteed to have enough food and clothing, and money every day. "

Before the woman could refuse again, the lights went out, and Huang Changsheng had already pushed the woman into the pile of firewood in the stove...

In the main room, Jin Sanchong was lying on the kang, still waiting for the master to finish his practice, he waited left and right but didn't come back.

When his patience was about to run out, the woman returned to the main room holding the lamp.

Before the woman could reach the kang, a large earthenware bowl was thrown towards her.

The woman was in a trance, but when she saw Jin Sanzhong throwing the bowl, she hurriedly dodged.

She dodged her head, but the earthenware bowl still hit her stomach heavily, and then fell to the ground and broke in two.

Although Jin Sanzhong was still lying on the kang at this time, he was a man, and the strength of his anger and anger was extremely great. The painful woman squatted on the ground and rubbed her belly, tears pouring down like a fountain.

After smashing the bowl, Jin Sanzhong cursed again: "If you hold the lamp, you will die for such a long time without coming back. Do you want to die of thirst? Believe it or not, I will crush you to death before I die."

The woman was so frightened that she quickly got up to pour water for him, and Huang Changsheng lifted the curtain behind him and came in.

He glanced at the broken bowl on the ground, and said calmly: "Your wound has just exorcised evil spirits, if you act recklessly and attract evil spirits into your body, I'm afraid even the gods will not be able to save you."

Jin Sanzhong was stunned for a moment, and said awkwardly: "It's this idiot who is clumsy and clumsy to make people angry. From now on, just listen to the master's words and stop cursing a few words."

The practice of Lingshui was over, and Huang Changsheng began to pack his bag and prepare to leave, he said to Jin Sanchong: "Your evil energy penetrates deeply into your body, one exorcism is not enough.

It's just that it takes a lot of energy to do it, and I'm very tired after doing it once today, so I'll do it for you again tomorrow. "

When she heard that she would come back tomorrow, the woman's pale face was completely drained of blood.

At this time, Jin Sanchong only felt the wound was cool and comfortable, and it was no longer hot and painful. He knew that the master's practice was effective.

Seeing that Master Huang looked tired, and he didn't seem to be fake, and he would come to treat him tomorrow night, he immediately thanked him: "That's hard work, Master. When I recover from my injury, I must invite Master to drink."

After finishing speaking, the woman asked the master to go out.

The woman didn't object, she still lowered her head and led the way with a lamp in hand.

The two walked to the gate of the courtyard. Huang Changsheng took out a piece of pastry from the small bag and stuffed it into the woman's palm. Taking advantage of the situation, he squeezed her little hand again and whispered in his ear: "Eat quickly, this is a pastry from Qili County. I will send it to you tomorrow." See you again."

The courtyard door was closed, and Jin Sanzhong's scolding came from the room again. The woman squeezed the small pastry in her palm, tears welling in her eyes.

five years.

From the day Suijin Town was looted, her husband died, and her seven-year-old son was taken away. She lived like a walking corpse, and she didn't know how long she could live.

She wanted to see her son, even if she took one look, she would die.

Baolin lived in the main room of the side courtyard, brightly lit.

Song Liyun, Song Zhenping, Xiao An, and a black-haired monkey are forming a strange circle.

On the floor tiles between them was a snow-white wool carpet.

Song Zhenping stretched out his hand to touch the carpet, and felt a slight itching under his fingertips, which was indescribably comfortable.

Xiao An clasped her hands together, not even refusing to touch them.

Only Hei Jin lay unscrupulously on the edge of the wool carpet, rubbing his monkey face against it.

Song Zhenping swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty: "Yun'er, did you really step on it with your feet?"

Song Liyun touched the wool carpet and sighed: "Yes! This is 100 taels of silver! It is placed on the ground for people to step on comfortably, and it must be thrown away if it gets dirty."

Hearing that it was going to be thrown away if it was dirty, Song Zhenping silently withdrew his hand, just like Xiao An, with his arms propped up on his knees, his eyes staring blankly at the carpet, and he didn't dare to touch it again.

How can such a precious thing be thrown away!
(End of this chapter)