In the famine year, the group pet cubs awakened to farm in Shanhaijing

Chapter 240 The Nightmare Eater

Cheng Miaomiao dragged Tang Wenjue away.

Ji Huai was half a step behind the crowd, took out a small piece of paper from his bosom and injected it with spiritual power, the little piece of paper stretched its limbs and turned into a villain, bowed unsteadily to him, raised his leg and jumped over the high ground The wall goes into the backyard.

Lin Ziheng walked ahead without knowing anything.

And Zeng Ziji happened to be walking between him and Ji Huai. Looking from the side, even if he turned around, he could only see Zeng Ziji, but not Ji Huai who was blocked behind him.

"Uncle Tang, I heard that you have been having trouble sleeping lately, what's going on?"

Cheng Miaomiao's eyes were shining, curious and worried about him.

The gentle and fluffy voice sounds like a spring breeze. Tang Wenjue feels that his body is not so tired at this moment, and the irritability caused by the headache does not affect him that much, and his mood is gradually stabilizing.

"This problem has existed since Fucheng."

"It's just that it's never been as serious as staying up all night. After falling asleep, I have nightmares. When I wake up from the nightmare, I have palpitations and it's hard to fall asleep. It's going to be like this."

Every time Tang Wenjue had nightmares, what he dreamed was that his son had an accident.

After waking up, he squatted in front of his son's bed all the time, for fear that he would die as he had seen in his dream.Dr. Zeng had already said that the poison in his body had been detoxified, but there was no sign of waking up, just like in his dream.

After worrying day and night, the body has deteriorated into what it is today.

He frowned, and unconsciously said: "I thought it was a disease before. After I invited Dr. Zeng, I asked him to diagnose it for me, but the focus of the disease was not found, so I can only drink Anshen Decoction for recuperation."

How can a doctor find out the evil power?

Cheng Miaomiao pursed her lips inwardly. If she hadn't wanted to see it on a whim, he wouldn't last long in his current physical condition, and he might be driven crazy by nightmares. It's unclear whether he can save his life by then.

In this ancient time, are there any monsters that feed on nightmares?

She called up the illustration book and flipped through it, but she didn't find any new monsters included in it, so she couldn't help but hum in confusion, which is strange.The Tang Mansion must be haunted by monsters, but there is no indication in the illustrated book?
"Miaomiao, what did you say?"

Tang Wenjue looked down at her suspiciously.

Cheng Miaomiao twirled her fingers hidden in her sleeves, and put the illustration book back between her eyebrows. She raised her head and said with a smile, "It's nothing, Uncle Tang. I just want to say that you can invite a statue back when you have time, so as to continue your righteousness."

It just happened to be able to suppress the troublesome monsters in this house.

She blinked her eyes: "What do you think of the mountain god enshrined in our village? If you need it, I can help you through the back door. You can bring the mountain god into the mansion on a good day and auspicious day."

"..."

Tang Wenjue thought she would tell him to invite a Buddha statue back.

However, today's efficacious statues have indeed only seen the mountain gods in Xiaohe Village... Wait, his face suddenly changed. Did she mean that this was not a simple poisoning incident?

If you need to invite the gods to guard the house, it means that there are evil spirits in the house.

Cheng Miaomiao is the person most favored by the mountain god, her words must not be aimless, Tang Wenjue's back suddenly felt cold, his arms trembled unconsciously, and even his footsteps couldn't help but stop.

"Uncle Tang, are you cold? You should wear more clothes at home, so as not to worry Brother Tang."

"It stands to reason that it's already winter and it should be cold. I always feel that it might suddenly get cold one day. You are the biggest official in the county. It would be bad if you also fell ill by then. "

The boy who was leading the way had already led them to the door of the room.

Cheng Miaomiao smelled the bitter smell of medicine, her small face subconsciously wrinkled, but she concealed it very well and no one noticed. She stood on tiptoe and looked around, and asked, "Hey, where is my uncle Zeng?"

"Doctor Zeng is currently decocting medicine for the eldest son next door."

Said the servant girl who was accompanying her outside.

Zeng Ziji glanced at Cheng Miaomiao who was walking ahead, and after thinking for a moment, he turned his head to look at Ji Huai who was beside him, and said, "My uncle must be worried about me after I haven't returned. I'll go to the next door to report to my uncle that I'm safe."

Ji Huai nodded: "Yes."

But the moment he turned to leave, he raised his sleeve and stuffed a short dagger into his hand, raised his eyes to look at him, and said in a soft voice: "If there is any abnormality, just use the dagger to stab it."

He said this as if he was about to start a fight later.

Zeng Ziji's heart skipped a beat, he carefully hid the dagger, nodded and said, "I understand."

The short conversation between the two did not attract the attention of others. Even Lin Ziheng didn't notice the small movements of these two people behind. He had already followed Tang Wenjue and Cheng Miaomiao into the room of Mr. Tang.

The room was filled with a bitter smell of soup and medicine, and there was a bottle of incense burner in the middle of the door, with wisps of white mist lingering and lingering above it.

The boy lying on the bed had haggard cheeks, closed eyes, and a sickly pale face without a trace of blood.

Judging from the appearance alone, he actually looks somewhat similar to Tang Wenjue.

Cheng Miaomiao was so shocked that her eyes widened when she saw that the "eldest son" lying on the bed was only six or seven years old. Others kept calling "eldest son" and she thought she should be at least ten years old.

Ji Huai caught a glimpse of her expression and knew that she wanted to get off.

She rubbed her little head amusedly, and said: "Master Tang is only twenty and three this year, no matter how old his eldest son is, he can't be older than ten years old. I thought you already knew it."

It is precisely because Mr. Tang is young that Tang Wenjue misses him very much, and stays by his bed every day and night.

Cheng Miaomiao changed her words graciously: "Oh, so it's Brother Tang~"

"..."

Tang Wenjue opened his mouth when he heard the words, but in the end he couldn't say anything to correct him.

He looked at Cheng Miaomiao expectantly, and asked, "Miaomiao, help me find out what's wrong with Xu'er? Doctor Zeng has already detoxified his body, why hasn't Xu'er woke up yet? "

"Uncle Tang, don't worry, I'll let my younger brother shine on the mountain god."

Cheng Miaomiao patted his arm solemnly.

Ji Huai: "..." If this kind of thing happens a few more times, she will become an envoy of the mountain god acting on behalf of the human world.

Tang Xiaoxu was lying on the bed with his eyes closed all the time.

As Tang Wenjue said, the poison in his body has indeed been completely drained. Cheng Miaomiao used spiritual power to go around his body and found no other hidden dangers that could make him unconscious.

On the contrary, he slept very soundly, sweetly and peacefully.

No matter from the pulse condition or other angles, he was just asleep.

Cheng Miaomiao raised her eyebrows strangely, pointed at the corner of Tang Xiaoxu's mouth that was still raised in sleep, turned her head to Tang Wenjue, and said tactfully: "Uncle Tang, maybe my brother has a sweet dream and doesn't want to wake up."

Tang Wenjue thought about this possibility.

Then he sneered and said, "If that's the case, what he sees when he wakes up is a nightmare!"

(End of this chapter)