Impossible...impossible. If the second brother died early, the eldest brother would still push him around the world to find someone to treat him?
There is draft around the thatched house, and it is already late at night.
The wind blew in, and the candle flames on the table danced, and the dancing flames were reflected on the big jar, making it look a bit weird.
This is what I came here for, so I naturally want to ask questions.
I looked at the big jar and asked, "Can you explain it a little more clearly? What happened to the dead? Are they in a vegetative state that cannot move?"
"Here, can you come out of the jar and talk and let me take a look at you."
Next, a reply came from the jar: "You...you want to see me?"
I nodded and said, because I was curious.
"Hey Hey....."
Intermittent laughter suddenly came from the big jar, and then a yellow snake crawled out from the mouth of the jar, hissing and spitting.
Two, three, five...
With laughter, many snakes crawled out of the jar and fell to the ground one by one, slippery.
I was so frightened that I took two steps back and stammered: "You...you don't have to come out! Just stay in the jar."
At this moment, the old lady suddenly grabbed me and said with a smile: "My daughter is rarely seen by others. Didn't you say you want to see her? Then see, my daughter likes you very much."
I watched with horror as more and more snakes fell out of the jar.
The next second.
A girl with her hair in a bun stretched out her head little by little.
She curled up and slowly stood up, then held the edge of the jar with her hands, walked out, and stood in front of me.
"Don't you want to see me?"
My stomach was churning.
It was because of the smell, it was so stinky, there was a very strong smell on her body, it seemed to be the smell of urine.
This woman is a head and a half shorter than me. She is very thin, unhealthy, like someone suffering from anorexia.
She was wearing a blue cloth, her skin was pale, her eyes were protruding, and her face was covered with black pockmarks, which were densely covered.
I've seen pockmarks on her face, but never one this severe. It was also pockmarked around her chin and ears, as if someone had grabbed a handful of black sesame seeds and sprinkled them on her face.
She casually picked up a snake, circled it a few times, coiled it around her wrist and said, "Sure enough, men always look like this when they see me."
I now understand what Lao Zhao said. When I asked him what a real snake girl looked like, he said you can see for yourself and you will know.
It turned out to look like this.
It is indeed very ugly. People with trypophobia cannot look at this face, otherwise they will have dreams.
"Did you prepare this pill?" she asked.
I didn't dare to look at her face, so I shook my head and said, "I didn't prepare it. As I said just now, I picked it up. What kind of medicine is this?"
She came closer, and suddenly the smell of urine made me dizzy.
She said: "I'm not sure about anything else, but this pill contains refined realgar and dried and powdered snake grass, which are specially used to deal with snakes."
I know about realgar, but I don’t know what realgar and snakeweed are, and I’ve never heard of them.
I took a deep breath and asked her: "Girl, I really don't know this. If you don't like it, just throw it away."
"Just now you said that the man in the wheelchair is a dead man, can you make it clear? That's what I came here for. It's very important to me."
"A dead person is a dead person. If you push a dead person around, you won't be able to cure him even if you search all over the world. I understand what I said very clearly."
After saying that, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. There was no long tongue or forked tongue as rumored by the outside world.
There were many live snakes squirming back and forth on the ground. I didn’t want to stay here anymore, so I told her I wouldn’t disturb them.
