Chapter 17 The God of Plague Wrath, My Auntie's Feet
"Hua Hua Hua..."
The wind and rain were dim, and the blows on my body hurt a little.
The ground beneath him was extremely muddy, and the cold rain mixed with mud flowed away from his palms.
Some people's dead skin was washed away by the rain, some people endured the itching somewhere on their bodies, and some people were holding back from coughing...
They were obviously a group of people who were deeply affected by the plague, but they were unusually quiet at this time.
Not long after, there were sounds of gnawing and screams.
Even though the sky was thundering and the rain was pouring, it was still very clear to Jiang Wuji!
"There is definitely no plague god in this wooden house."
"How can a god eat humans?!"
"If it is not the God of Plague, the idea of offering sacrifices to the God of Plague is not valid."
"What on earth is the village chief offering sacrifice to?"
"Because of the living sacrifice, he has been blaming himself and living in pain. What does he want?"
"Could the plague... come from evil spirits?!"
"The village chief has always known that one person has to bear the burden silently, so he is in great pain!"
Jiang Wuji suddenly felt that he had cleared up his thoughts.
at this time.
"Zhiqua——"
The door opened, and the smell of blood instantly filled the air.
Soon, a warmth followed the rain and flowed across the back of Jiang Wuji's hand which was pressed on the ground.
"Blood……"
"is blood!"
A heart palpitation!
Jiang Wuji suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes uncontrollably!
Controlled by the little-footed female corpse again!
The moment I opened my eyes, my vision was blurry, and with the pouring rain, I couldn't see clearly at all.
At this moment, the village chief's sharp voice sounded like thunder in his mind.
"Insolent! This is disrespectful, close your eyes!!!"
Jiang Wuji subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, but his body was no longer under his control.
When his vision became clear, Jiang Wuji saw that the village chief who was supposed to be kneeling in front of the altar had fallen into the mud, with blood trickling under his wooden mask.
"Wuji, close your eyes quickly...the plague god is angry..."
"Tai Shang Tai Xing, adapt to changes without stopping."
"Exorcise evil spirits and bind evil spirits, protect life and body."
"Wisdom is clear and the mind is peaceful."
"Three souls are eternal, and there is no loss of soul!"
The village chief's voice echoed in Jiang Wuji's mind.
The obscure scriptures and mantras were recited over and over again.
The palpitating feeling just now came one after another, as if it became intermittent due to the village chief's spell.
The sky is spinning and the earth is spinning, and everything is strange and strange.
Finally, Jiang Wuji also fell into the mud.
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"Didi, didi, didi..."
The alarm clock on the bedside table made a shrill sound.
The early morning sunlight shines lazily into the room through the window.
Jiang Wuji, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and felt like he was in another world.
"I am back again……"
"came back."
"village head……"
"Auntie!!!"
Jiang Wuji suddenly jumped out of bed, rushed out of the room without even having time to put on his shoes, and went straight to his aunt's room.
"Auntie!"
Opening the door, my aunt's room was empty.
Auntie is missing!
"Auntie! Auntie!!!"
Jiang Wuji's heart skipped a beat, bloodshot eyes quickly appeared in the whites of his eyes, and his hands and feet also felt numb and cold at this moment.
Not in the room, not in the living room, not in the kitchen, not in the bathroom!
No no!
"Auntie, auntie..."
Jiang Wuji knelt on the ground, put his hands into his hair, and pulled the roots of his hair hard.
Thinking of what I saw that night, my heart felt as if it had been penetrated by thousands of ice picks!
"It was me who harmed my aunt, it was me who harmed my aunt!"
"Ah...ah!!!"
Just when Jiang Wuji blamed himself and collapsed.
"Creak" sounded as the door opened.
"Wuji?"
The aunt in a blue gauze skirt stood at the door, holding Xiao Long Bao and soy milk.
"Aunt?"
"Auntie!"
Jiang Wuji took three steps and two steps at a time, then hugged his aunt into his arms and held her tightly.
"Auntie, auntie."
"Wuji, you, what are you doing? Let go."
"I'm warning you, I am your aunt. Although my aunt is very charming, you have to control your skills!"
"Hmm~ Wuji! You hurt me!"
Feeling the soft and delicate body in his arms, Jiang Wuji's eyes became moist without realizing it.
He only has his aunt as a relative.
My aunt has been taking care of him all this time.
Although he never said it, Jiang Wuji knew very well how much trouble he had brought to his aunt's life.
The aunt who came back to her senses patted Jiang Wuji's back gently and asked softly: "Wuji, you don't have nightmares anymore, do you?"
Jiang Wuji: "Auntie, you're not dead, that's great, you're not dead."
"Bah, bah, bah! What did you say so early in the morning?" The aunt pushed Jiang Wuji away hard, and pinched Jiang Wuji's face.
"Are you hungry?" My aunt put breakfast on the table.
"Hungry..." Jiang Wuji was not polite, sat down and started eating.
My aunt is fine. After being worried for so many days, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Oh, please eat slowly. If you don't know, you'd think you were reincarnated as a devil!"
The aunt brought a stool and sat down next to Jiang Wuji, "Hey, hey, leave one for me, leave one for me."
After the storm, Jiang Wuji finally recovered.
"Wuji, how are you feeling now? You've been sleeping for so many days and you're worried about me." My aunt muttered.
"Although Dr. Zhang said that the newly prescribed medicine may make you drowsy, the effect is too exaggerated."
Jiang Wuji shook his head and said, "Auntie, I'm fine."
The aunt narrowed her big eyes and looked suspicious: "Is everything okay?"
Jiang Wuji: "It's really okay."
"Then what did you mean just now? Why didn't I know when your aunt died?"
"Nightmare, nightmare..." Jiang Wuji scratched his head and laughed.
"Then will I be beautiful when I die?" my aunt asked with a smile.
"Do you have any misunderstanding about yourself..." Jiang Wuji looked serious.
"Humph!" My aunt wrinkled her nose and stood up to get the medicine.
As a result, the moment he stood up, he stumbled and fell into Jiang Wuji's arms.
"Ouch..." my aunt cried.
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Wuji asked.
The aunt sat back on her seat, bent down and rubbed her ankle, "I accidentally sprained my ankle a few days ago. It hurts me."
"A sprained foot?"
Jiang Wuji's heart sank, and he quickly squatted down and pulled off his aunt's slippers.
"What kind of black stockings should I wear in the morning?" Jiang Wuji tore the black stockings directly with his hands.
"Ah, no..." my aunt exclaimed.
"Ten yuan a piece... 嘤嘤嘤."
However, Jiang Wuji, who was half-kneeling in front of his aunt and holding her ankle, seemed to be petrified and motionless.
The aunt stretched her neck, "Hello? Jiang Wuji? What are you doing?"
"No, no, no, you're not obsessed with your aunt's feet, are you?"
"Ouch! What's this quirk of yours? When did it start?"
"Wuji?"
"Gulu" Jiang Wuji's Adam's apple moved up and down.
The ankles are a little swollen, and the originally white insteps are also bruised and purple...
Can a sprained foot become like this?
These are clearly the marks left after being broken into small feet...