Chapter 409 The Damp Cellar

I tucked my injured arm into my belt, and when I swung a stick to break out of the encirclement, the green bricks under my feet suddenly loosened.

Immediately afterwards, my feet were empty.

The moment it fell, dozens of hands reached in and grabbed nothing.

The slippery corridor, because of the complete arc, slowed down the speed of the descent.

But the injured arm hurts from the bump.

When I landed, I convulsed in pain.

"Baby, does it hurt?"

Suddenly, a handsome face appeared in my consciousness.

It's the ancient evil god!
"As long as you are willing, not to mention dealing with these little evil spirits, it's just a matter of lifting your finger if you want to live forever!"

The evil spirit looked at me, the corners of its mouth raised a gentle arc.

The slender hand slowly reached out to me.

When I was about to touch it, I raised my good hand and slapped it.

In an instant, the evil spirit shattered and dissipated into smoke.

Just as he was trying to fall down the turbidity in his mind, a subdued cough came.

Looking around, I saw a small figure curled up in a corner.

At the moment, I seem to be in a cellar or something.

Surrounded by damp and mildew.

And, accompanied by a mixed smell.

With a dim light, I found seven or eight small figures in the cellar.

Judging by the figure, it should be a child, and they are all wrapped tightly in rags.

"You guys saved me just now?"

"Don't come here!" As soon as I stood up, a timid child's voice sounded. "We got very sick and it was contagious."

As soon as I said this, there was the sound of the fire folder being opened.

Immediately, a ball of light shone from the corner.

A child held a torch and huddled there.

A dirty cloth was covered over his face, revealing only a pair of sunken and lifeless eyes.

But that piece of cloth couldn't cover the ulcers around the eye sockets.

"Sister, hold your breath!" the child said.

I nodded and did so.

She quickly ran up to me, picked up two bamboo boards and clamped my broken arm.

After it was fixed, the distance was opened again.

"Have you studied medicine?" I touched my arm and asked.

"Long illness becomes a doctor!" The child said weakly, "If you don't learn to take care of yourself, you can't live for such a long time."

"You live here?"

I glanced around for a week, coughing and moaning.

From the rhythm of breathing, their bodies are not very good.

"My name is Xiaocui. My friend and I got a serious infectious disease, and many people have died. In order to prevent the spread of the disease, the mayor ordered Grandpa Zhang to bury us alive. But Grandpa Zhang, who was seriously ill, sympathized with us and carried the town behind his back. Chang coughed up blood and sent us here to hide."

Grandpa Zhang?
Coughing up blood?

Could it be the old man I met before!
"During this period, Grandpa Zhang has been delivering medicines and food to us. I also sneaked out and saw those monsters standing on tiptoes."

As Xiao Cui spoke, she lit a dilapidated oil lamp with a torch.

"Can you see it?" I asked in surprise.

Generally speaking, only infants with open fontanelles can see ghosts.

But these children are already eight or nine years old.

Xiaocui opened her mouth to say something, but pus and blood leaked from the rag covering her mouth.

"Xiao Cui!"

The other children gathered around Xiaocui.

"Sister, the town has run out of medicines that can cure Xiaocui's disease, if you don't find the medicine, Xiaocui will die." One of the children cried, "Grandpa Zhang said that the town was looking for medicine for Xiaocui, but he didn't come back. "

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(End of this chapter)

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