Sang Qimo just listened to Magistrate Zhao's words and wrote a prescription asking him to find someone to spread it into the well water. Gu Ruojiao felt that he seemed to know something.
I heard him say "Hmm," "If I guess correctly, it might be that person."
The person he was talking about was called Shu Gui, and he was also the puppet master who always wanted to make Sang Qimo into a puppet.
"Remember what Magistrate Zhao said, the bodies of those who just died are starting to become fossilized."
Sang Qimo took her hand.
Xiao Jiangsi's hands are very soft. If it weren't for the lack of heartbeat and temperature, they would look just like ordinary people.
Who could have imagined what she had experienced.
Sang Qimo couldn't help but feel a little more pity for her.
If he had met her earlier, maybe she wouldn't have encountered this.
Sang Qimo lowered his head and kissed her fingertips, and said: "In fact, drought demons like you are not common. The process from fossilization to drought demon is not simple, and walking zombies are not so easy to breed.
It must be feng shui and resentment, both are indispensable."
The place where his little Jiang Si was buried when she died should have excellent Feng Shui.
Gu Ruojiao thought for a while and then asked: "So you mean, all these fossilized corpses were made by that person?"
But is this possible?
As if seeing her doubts, Sang Qimo tapped her nose: "If it's him, it's possible. He has always wanted an army of puppets."
Afraid that she wouldn't understand, Sang Qimo explained patiently: "Just take a stiff corpse, grind its flesh into powder, throw it into the well every day and let the people drink it. Over time, the toxin will be
accumulated in the body."
"Those who are infected with corpse poison will become weaker and weaker over time. When they die, their bodies will automatically transform into zombies due to the corpse poison."
Gu Ruojiao was surprised at first how he knew so well.
Then he remembered that Sang Qimo was treated like a guinea pig by him and tortured by being fed various poisons every day.
In other words, these walking corpses now are the results of the original experiment.
When she thought of this, Gu Ruojiao wanted to twist off Shu Gui's head with her own hands!
She opened her arms and hugged Sang Qimo: "Amo, are you still in pain?"
Sang Qimo was startled when he heard this.
Although her words were meaningless, he knew that Xiao Jiangsi was feeling sorry for him.
Even though he never told her about the painful past he had experienced.
But little Jiangsi is very smart.
In fact, Sang Qimo has long forgotten how painful it was at the beginning, but there is a voice in his heart that keeps telling him, he can't give up, he can't die! He must persevere!
At that time, he didn't understand why he persisted in such painful and hopeless days.
But now he seems to understand.
Maybe he never gave up on himself just to meet her one day.
Thinking of this, Sang Qimo smiled in relief: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's all over."
But Xiao Jiangsi still felt very sad for him and hugged him gloomily.
But this position was uncomfortable, so she moved again.
And Sang Qimo, who had tasted it, couldn't stand any teasing now.
His eyes started to heat up because of her rubbing, and his breathing began to become heavier.
She suddenly raised her little head, as if she had made up her mind.
"I won't let him hurt you again!" She clenched her little fists, "I will protect you from now on!"
Sang Qimo thought to himself, with your small body, you still want to protect me?
But she waved her hand and punched the low table that had been pushed into the corner, smashing it into pieces.
