Chapter 18 So cruel, the village chief was seriously injured
"Aunt..."
"Well."
"Your feet..."
"What's wrong?"
"It stinks so much."
The aunt pouted and retracted her feet, "Smelly, stinky, stinky! You're the stinky one! You're ripping off other people's stockings, you're so rude! You're rude!"
"I remember there was water in the house, where is it?" Jiang Wuji asked.
The aunt raised her snow-white chin: "Well, the first drawer of the TV cabinet."
Jiang Wuji got up and walked over, found the half bottle of water in the drawer, then brought a low stool and sat in front of his aunt.
"Extend the pig's trotters here." Jiang Wuji put the potion in the palm of his hand and rubbed his palms together to warm it up.
"Bah! What pig trotters, jade feet, these are jade feet!"
The aunt put her feet back on Jiang Wuji's legs with a proud look on her face.
"Does it hurt?" Jiang Wuji gently rubbed the prepared medicine on the bruised and purple areas.
Auntie: "Hiss... no, it doesn't hurt."
Jiang Wuji stopped talking and applied it carefully.
At that moment, he almost blurted out what he was going to say about the female corpse with small feet.
But... my aunt won't believe it.
Not only will I not believe it, I will also feel that my condition has worsened.
If you tell a person with a sprained foot that her foot was broken by a ghost, do you think they will accuse you of being sick?
What's more, he himself is a mental patient.
In fact, the way to make my aunt believe in me is very simple, just let her wear the red hijab.
But Jiang Wuji knew very well that he couldn't do that.
What if my aunt also went crazy because of this incident? Or what accident really happened?
If you want to wear it, you have to let Dr. Zhang wear it...
So, Jiang Wuji smacked his lips and said, "Auntie."
"Huh?" My aunt tilted her head, and her black hair slid down her shoulders.
Jiang Wuji: "That red hijab..."
"In your room." My aunt answered quickly.
"In my room? But I remember...forget it, it's okay."
"Hey, if you have something to say, just say it, don't act like a bitch."
Jiang Wuji rolled his eyes and exerted slight force on his palms.
"Ah~ it hurts! I'm going to die, please be gentle!" My aunt gave Jiang Wuji a resentful look.
"Change the pig's trotters."
Now that the red hijab has reappeared, it doesn't matter whether I threw it away or not.
Jiang Wuji rubbed it gently and asked, "Last time I heard you said that Dr. Zhang was coming for a home visit. When will he come?"
"I came here yesterday, but you are sleeping. Don't worry. Doctor Zhang said that your current drowsiness is normal. As long as you don't have violent tendencies, you can continue home treatment." The aunt looked at her jiojio and said with pride.
.
Jiang Wuji: "Then when will he come next time?"
"In a few days, there are still a few of his patients in our city, and he will visit them one by one in the past few days. I guess he will be very busy."
"Fine."
"Do you have something to do with Dr. Zhang? Do you want me to call him and you have a chat with him?"
What's the use of talking on the phone? I can't let him wear a red hijab from a distance... Jiang Wuji shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, I thought he wanted to talk to me about something. Since he is busy, don't disturb him. Wait.
Come here."
The aunt nodded and continued to admire her jiojio.
"Don't tear it up next time. I can take it off myself. Ten yuan isn't money?"
"..."
"Hey~ I have to say that my jiojio is so beautiful~ I'm so cheap to you brat. My Su Xiaorui's feet have never been touched by any man~"
Jiang Wuji always chose to ignore his narcissistic aunt.
But what he didn't know was that his aunt had been secretly observing him...
After helping my aunt take the medicine, the two of them started to queue up.
At the end of the day, it's quite comfortable, if my aunt doesn't choose Yao.
At night, Jiang Wuji decided to take a cold shower.
"Hua Hua Hua"
Cold water was poured on his body. From the initial stimulation, Jiang Wuji quickly felt relaxed.
The chaotic mind seemed to have found unprecedented peace, and the body was completely liberated.
Jiang Wuji stood under the shower head with his eyes closed. Taking advantage of his clear mind, he began to think about the little-footed female corpse and his aunt.
"My aunt's feet are definitely not crooked, there is no doubt about that."
"Although my aunt is fine now, it does not mean that she will be fine in the future."
"If I choose to call the police, if the body of the woman with small feet does not appear after putting on the red hijab, then I will be said to be mentally ill."
"So this method can only be tried on Zhang Qiliang. After all, he is a psychiatrist and knows about my condition."
"However, even if Zhang Qiliang sees the female corpse with small feet, it can only prove that I am not sick. It does not mean that he can deal with the female corpse with small feet, nor can it guarantee the safety of my aunt and I."
"So now, I have to go back to my dream and cooperate with the village chief to kill the little-footed female corpse!"
"This is the most fundamental way to solve the problem."
"But the village chief..."
Jiang Wuji frowned slightly.
During the sacrifice, the female corpse with small feet forcibly controlled her body to open her eyes.
After opening his eyes, the god of plague became angry, the village chief fell to the ground, and a lot of blood flowed from under the mask...
"So the purpose of the little-footed female corpse is to use me to offend the God of Plague, so that the village chief... dies suddenly?"
"If the village chief dies, who should I ask to deal with the corpse of the little-footed woman?!"
When he thought of this, the masseter muscles on both sides of Jiang Wuji's cheeks bulged.
"No matter what, we have to find a way to go back first!"
"The village chief shouldn't die that easily. He should... no, he will definitely not die. He can't die!"
Turn off the shower head and stop the water.
Just when Jiang Wuji turned around to pick up the clothes on the shelf, his outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air.
"..."
"..."
A bright red hijab was reflected in the shrinking pupils...
I didn’t take the red hijab at all, so why did it appear in the bathroom?!
"Gulu"
Don't mess with me now, I'm not even dressed yet... Jiang Wuji slowly retracted his hand and subconsciously stepped back.
However, the sudden coldness behind him made Jiang Wuji's hair stand on end!
He knew clearly that there was something behind him, but he didn’t dare to look back!
I don’t know how long the stalemate lasted.
Jiang Wuji heard the shrill voice again.
"Jiang Lang, you are so cruel..."
A pair of pale hands covered with corpse spots slowly stretched out from both sides of Jiang Wuji's waist.
The cold air began to be filled with the smell of blood and decay.
Jiang Wuji's eyes moved down, staring at those hands.
Perhaps when the fear reaches the extreme, the desire to survive will naturally overcome the fear.
Jiang Wuji exerted force on his feet, trying to rush out of the bathroom.
But I never thought that a ball of hair would appear on the ground.
As the sole of his foot slipped, the whole person fell backwards.
"Bang! Bang!"
The back of my head first hit the edge of the sink heavily, and finally hit the hard tile floor.
Jiang Wuji seemed to hear the sound of his skull breaking.
The impact on his head caused his vision to instantly fall into darkness, and there was only a noisy buzzing in his ears.
I don’t know how long this situation lasted. After regaining consciousness, Jiang Wuji found that he...
It's back!
He got up from the ground and glanced at the bed next to him. Jiang Wuji couldn't react for a moment.
"...Did I fall out of bed?"
"Hiss...it hurts."
Jiang Wuji subconsciously touched the back of his head and found that the back of his head was bruised and his hand was stained with blood.
At this moment, Jiang Wuji suddenly thought that he was on the other side of reality and had not yet put on his clothes...
If that aunt came in and found... Jiang Wuji's face couldn't help but twitch.
"grass……"
"It's so embarrassing."
Although my aunt is the elder, there is actually not much age difference...
At this moment, Xiaoyu walked in carrying a bowl of steaming soup.
"Brother! You finally woke up...ah! Brother, your head!"
Jiang Wuji wiped his hands and said, "It's okay, I fell off the bed and got a skin injury."
"Yes, I'm sorry, brother, I didn't take good care of you." Jiang Zhiyu's big eyes were filled with mist, and he was about to cry.
Seeing this, Jiang Wuji stepped forward and rubbed his sister's black hair, and said with a smile: "What does this have to do with you? It's because my sleeping appearance is too ugly."
Jiang Zhiyu swallowed: "But..."
"It's okay, just bandage it up for me later. How long have I been unconscious?"
"Three days."
"Three days... where is the village chief?" Jiang Wuji asked.
Jiang Zhiyu: "The village chief has been at the ancestral hall since the last sacrifice."
"Oh, I'll go to the ancestral hall later." Jiang Wuji secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Jiang Zhiyu suddenly lowered his voice and asked: "Brother, what happened during the last sacrifice?"
"Why did you faint suddenly?"
"And Gong Shan said, he said..."
Jiang Wuji frowned unconsciously: "What did Gong Shan say?"
"The village chief was seriously injured. He may be dying soon."
"Others don't know about this. He said that if I wake up, I should go to the ancestral hall immediately."
