I was so dizzy from the quarrel between Ji Qinghe and Pei Chuan that I sat on the ground and moved my legs.
The poison of the blood cricket Gu was sealed in my left arm by Lingxi, and it didn't hurt me to death. Fortunately, I no longer had to lie down like a useless person.
Xiao Yuer and Tieshan silently packed their backpacks and asked Lingxi if they were going down the mountain immediately.
"Well, look for that old ghost. He has a heart-eating female Gu in his hand." Lingxi washed his face with mineral water and motioned for us to go down the mountain together.
At dawn, the Mojia village was shaken by the appearance of the dragon turtle, and the entire village was wiped out.
Several villagers escaped and no one knew about it. Looking at the mess and broken bricks all over the ground, I felt heavy.
One code after another, if I had not come to Mojiazhai to look for Gu insects, these villagers might not have died.
But thinking about it on the other hand, maybe this is destiny.
God's will cannot be violated, it is destined.
The old ghost is waiting for us at the foot of Camelback Mountain. I don’t know what agreement he has with Third Uncle.
Anyway, when he saw me, the old ghost took out a bamboo tube and said that there were three ten-year-old heart-eating female Gu inside, which was enough to detoxify me.
By the way, I asked about the situation of Xiaoman and Granny Wei.
I told him that they were all dead, including Qu Changan, who was dressed in black and masked.
The old ghost was very excited and asked me to thank Third Uncle for his help. If he had a chance, he would pay homage to Third Uncle in person.
I forced a smile. My third uncle was controlled by his inner demons. He didn't even recognize me as my nephew. How could he meet this old ghost who we had an agreement with?
Lingxi asked the old ghost about the blood cricket voodoo and asked if he had a female voodoo of the same age or other ways to remove the voodoo.
The old ghost shook his head and said that the blood crickets in his hand were only seven or eight years old and were far from being able to help me get rid of the poison.
But for the sake of Sanbo's kindness to him, he can help us inquire in the Miao area, and if there is any news, go to Kunlun to inform us.
As for other ways to get rid of the poison, the old ghost is helpless.
Lingxi was disappointed, but also expected.
After bidding farewell to the old ghost, we left the "disappeared" Mojiazhai and returned to the RV at the foot of Longgui Mountain. It was already ten o'clock in the afternoon.
I have never been so tired. I was so tired that I wanted to take a bath before going to bed, but I fell asleep after sitting on the sofa.
After sleeping for about an hour, I was woken up by the noise.
Tang Jingyue sat opposite Lingxi, her eyes were red and she was secretly wiping tears.
Thinking that she had already learned about San Bo's condition from Ling Xi's mouth, she must be sad about this.
Outside the RV, a group of "weirdos" wearing black clothes and masks stood in a circle holding swords.
I counted them in my mind, there were thirty-six people in total.
"The Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun?" I asked.
"Yes, it's them." Pei Chuan, who was standing next to me smoking, lowered his head and said, "You're too late, otherwise Uncle Xinglan wouldn't have to practice Taishang Wangqing."
"Everything in the world is unpredictable. Sometimes it's just such a coincidence." Tieshan poured me a glass of warm water: "Everyone has taken a shower. Go and clean up. You all stink."
"Yes." I stood up, said hello to Tang Jingyue, and went back to the room to get a change of clothes.
"Uncle San, you must be well." I lay on the bed and said vaguely.
