Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 213 Consumption ghost

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi's heart moved slightly, but he didn't make any movements.

Just quietly watching the field.

Looking at the group of people, each of them was scrambling to be the first to hold the steamed buns, and the blood left by the beheading just now was quickly covered with bright red blood.

"Don't grab it, don't grab it, it's mine!"

"Go aside!"

"Ah, don't move."

"..."

A series of riots, but many people in the audience turned a blind eye one by one.

at last.

The dozen or so people on the stage seemed to have blood on their steamed buns at this moment, and all of them walked down contentedly.

And just after they left, the yamen servants were already prepared on the stage, and they quickly poured buckets of water on the ground one by one.

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

"..."

In a short while, the vegetable market entrance, which was originally full of blood and looked very dirty, has been washed clean at this moment.

Only the headless corpses that fell on the ground one after another, and the heads that fell to the ground with their eyes wide open reminded what happened just now.

Wait until the crowd slowly disperses.

At this time, the relatives of the prisoners pushed the cart one by one, or asked someone to move the head and the body away quickly.

At this time, those mortal seamstresses or something in the vulva industry basically come in handy.

And after getting into the car at Corpse Village, the original relatives dared to cry out loud.

Seeing all these piles, Wei Yi turned around slowly and left the vegetable market entrance:

"Ah~"

Just as he was walking backwards.

All I saw was that the pungent middle-aged woman who had kicked off several people on the execution ground just now was holding the steamed bun covered in red blood, and gently placed it in front of a young man:
"Son, eat quickly, you will be fine after eating."

"You'll be fine after eating."

"..."

As she spoke, she gently stroked the young man's back.

All I saw was the young man with rosy skin who was supposed to be full of energy and blood, but at this moment, under the caress of her big hand, the skeleton under the clothes was exposed.

Not only that.

The young man was still coughing, and it didn't stop.

And it's getting more and more painful:
"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

"..."

Seeing his coughing, he almost coughed up his lungs.

Just one of those moments.

A trace of pain suddenly flashed in the young man's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he hurriedly took out the washed and whitish rag from his cuff:

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Mom, I...I'm fine..."

A series of heavy coughing sounds.

All I saw was a little bit of blood on the white rags that had been washed just now.

Seeing the blood on the piece of rag, the middle-aged woman who was still very aggressive just now, who dared to fight back at anyone, changed her expression:
"Why is this condition so serious?"

However, when he saw his child's pale face, he couldn't help showing a soft smile:

"Son, let's hold on, it's okay~"

"Mother has already brought the bloody steamed buns from the execution ground, and I will take them as a medicine primer for you in a while."

"You will be fine, you will be fine, be obedient, be good~"

"..."

While comforting the young man, she buried the young man's head in her chest.

On the yellowed cheeks that had been worked all the year round, there were two lines of tears silently.

She didn't know it was a gamble.

How could he not know that such a saying is actually not a panacea.

If this human blood steamed bun is really useful, if this human blood steamed bun can have a relieving effect, the Liu Er family in the village will not wash their face with tears all day long.

Why under such circumstances, there are still so many people scrambling for human blood steamed buns.

It's not impossible.

When a man is driven to a corner, and there is no idea that can help him, any little hope he will grasp.

Even if you know it's hard to succeed.

But I was lucky in my heart. After all, what if I caught up with the one-in-a-million chance?
As long as there is a little way, as long as someone can cure it, they will not believe in this bloody folk remedy.

Looking at the sky with empty eyes, her eyes are full of unwillingness:

"Why, why does God treat us so cruelly?"

"What did we do wrong again?"

After suffering so much and suffering so much, I finally brought up my only son.

The son was very competitive and admitted to the scholar.

But why would such a well-behaved person get this tuberculosis?

The hemp rope is only picked and broken at the fine point, is bad luck only looking for the poor?

why?
Those of us ordinary people who work hard in the fields without stealing or grabbing, just to live a stable life one day, have we done something wrong?

Why didn't those insidious and cunning villains in the fish and meat town get retribution, but instead, these good people didn't get retribution one by one.

With her son supported, she walked towards the courtyard behind the street step by step.

Unexpectedly, this scene was caught by Wei Yi who walked to the other side of the street.

Just looking at him, there seems to be a trace of mockery at the corner of his mouth, but looking at it again, it seems that it was just an illusion.

I only heard him chuckle a few times, and then said softly:
"The hemp rope is only broken at the fine point, and bad luck only looks for the poor?"

"Hehehehe..."

With this inexplicable smile.

All he could see was Wei Yi's whole body, which seemed to become a bit hazy.

Just the next moment.

The people on the street went their separate ways as if they couldn't see him.

With wisps of smoke, one after another small scarecrows suddenly jumped out of Weiyi's body.

Each one is only the size of a palm.

But it looks like they are all bouncing and bouncing alive.

More than a dozen scarecrows look very fun, as if the characters in the cartoon world appear in reality:
"Hey Hey……"

"Come out and play~"

"..."

There was a sound of crisp laughter, and these dozen or so scarecrows were like elves in the mountains in the legend.

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi raised his hand and knocked on the pillar next to him:

"dong dong dong~"

The sound is dull.

But it caught the eyes of a dozen little scarecrows in an instant.

Seeing the dozen or so little guys staring at him one by one, Wei Yi smiled slightly at them, and then said:
"It's not for you to come out to play now."

"See those people?"

"Go, save the people who should be saved, so as not to make them feel bored with this vibrant world."

Following Wei Yi's instructions, more than a dozen streams of smoke came out of his body in an instant, and fell into the scarecrow.

In the next instant.

Those scarecrows turned into white smoke one by one and disappeared at the intersection.

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi nodded, and then he looked at the intersection where the old and the young walked past.

A step of ten feet is as graceful as shrinking to an inch.

After a while, they chased after them along the road they had walked past.

……

the other side.

Mrs. Huang supported his tuberculosis son, and walked across the streets step by step to his slightly dilapidated house.

Originally, it was difficult for a widow and her son to live since childhood.

Plus my son got tuberculosis.

This is tantamount to a bolt from the blue!
Fortunately, after his son became a scholar, he still had a few buckets of rice and a few loads of firewood every year. Otherwise, the mother and father would have starved to death long ago.

However, on their way back, passing by the door after door, they saw someone pointing at them:
"Look at her, a child brought up by a widow...Maybe she did something evil..."

"...That's right. Otherwise, how can a good person get tuberculosis? A tuberculosis ghost."

"This family... tsk tsk tsk..."

"..."

In the past, when she heard the discussions behind this, Mrs. Huang would go up to argue with them and scold them fiercely.

But now she's used to it.

She had already seen through the hideous faces of these eight wives.

When they took their children alone and washed their clothes, they wanted to keep the price as low as possible.

On the surface, he felt sorry for her.

In essence, it was bullying her that there was no man in her family, and she had to drag such a big child.

After the child grew up and was admitted to the scholar's honor, all of these people changed their faces again.

Everyone had a smiling face and seemed like a friendly person.

However, since the time when they knew that Huang Bai had tuberculosis and might not be cured, those people in the past increased their insults one by one.

I can't wait to ruin the two of them into the dirtiest mud under there.

What's more, even Huang Bai, a talented scholar, has become a low-grade bastard in their mouth at this moment.

It has become a thing for male robbers and female prostitutes.

Ignoring them and opening the dilapidated door, he directly supported his son and walked into the room.

even.

The piece of steamed bun in his hand was still dripping with blood.

She cherishes this steamed bun very much.

Because this is her last ray of hope for treating her own children in the past two years.

Let Cork sit down, and then pour another glass of warm water:
"Son, take a break first."

"Mother, I will make medicine for you. After taking the medicine, you will be cured~"

When facing Huang Bai, Huang is always so gentle.

After coughing a few times, drinking some water and barely suppressing it, Huang Bai said softly, with that hoarse voice:
"Okay, mother...you can go."

"I'll just sit here, waiting for your mother to cook the medicine."

Seeing this, Huang finally walked towards the leaky kitchen in the courtyard with peace of mind.

Just after putting the stove on the pot and putting water on it, before putting medicinal materials in it, Mrs. Huang heard someone knocking at the door suddenly.

"dong dong dong~"

Hearing this voice, Mrs. Huang quickly walked out of the small kitchen, and then walked towards the door.

Go to the door.

She looked towards the door like this.

All he saw was an old beggar who was so hungry that he was about to faint, and collapsed in front of his own door at this moment.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, uncle!"

Seeing this scene, she hurried up to help the old beggar up.

He didn't care about the old clothes on the beggar's body at all, and he didn't care about the stench on his body.

At this moment, the old beggar regained his composure, only to hear him keep shouting:

"Water... water..."

Hearing this, Mrs. Huang hurried to the kitchen and took out a ladleful of water.

Then he poured it down slowly.

Finally, after drinking the water, the old beggar seemed to have regained his composure.

Seeing that he was a little weak, he prayed to Mrs. Huang in front of him:

"Big sister, I haven't eaten for two days. I wonder if I can have a whole bite at home."

"It doesn't have to be too good."

"As long as I can fill my stomach and not starve to death, I will be satisfied."

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Huang did not refuse, but helped the old beggar up, and then said:
"Grandpa, you can rest here."

"If you ask for money, our family may not have much money, and we still have one or two bites of food."

"It's just some pancakes with wild vegetables. I hope you don't dislike them too much."

"Our house is empty, your old man has also seen it, it is indeed true, there is nothing else to eat."

As she spoke, she pointed at the dilapidated house.

The old beggar took a look, good guy, the windows of this house are broken, and the walls are full of cracks.

That is simply a dangerous house!

In this way, it is estimated that the mice are not willing to come to his house to steal things.

In the entire courtyard, only the smell of medicinal materials accumulated over the years seems to be worth such a little money.

But the old beggar didn't dislike him, he just said:

"Where is it, I am satisfied if I can have something to eat. People with kind hearts like big sisters are rare nowadays."

Hearing what the old beggar said, Mrs. Huang said:
"There is no one who is kind or not, they all help if they can."

"Who hasn't been in trouble yet."

"If your old man asks for money from me, then I will definitely turn around and leave and shut you out."

Hearing this, the old beggar couldn't help showing a smile, and Mrs. Huang couldn't help laughing too.

Two people walked into the house.

Mrs. Huang arranged the old beggar next to her son:

"Grandpa, please talk to Xiaobai and you two for a while, and I'll cook right away."

After finishing speaking, she went directly to the kitchen to decoct medicine and make soup.

And at this moment when he was leaving, the old beggar started talking with Huang Bai.

Just talk like this.

The old beggar unexpectedly discovered that this little scholar could speak well, and his literary skills were really extraordinary.

And Huang Bai was also secretly surprised.

The old beggar in front of him looked very sloppy, but his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

Although he didn't quote any scriptures, every story he told seemed to have a slightly deeper meaning.

It's as if you've experienced it yourself!
　Although it has been updated every day for the past two days, there is still some problem with the number of updates.

　　So, I decided to put the update time in the morning.

　　If my sheer determination can beat my will, future updates are all in the morning.

　　Thank you for your objective support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)