Chapter 95: The Eighth Child Returns, It's a Disaster Come Again
"Master Qin, may I ask, is Master Qin here?" An old voice came along with the knock on the door.
Xiaolan quickly opened the courtyard door, and it turned out that Mr. Chen from Yonghe Village came over with a dozen men and women.
They were carrying large and small bags, with sweat on their faces.
Behind these adults were several children, standing silently.
"Master Qin, Master Song, Mr. Nanquan." As soon as Mr. Chen entered the room, he knelt on the ground, and the others also knelt down.
The three of them were so frightened that they quickly helped everyone up.
Xiaolan brought a bench and asked everyone to sit down, and then helped Mrs. Chen sit on the table.
"Old Master, they are..." Qin Shaobai's eyes fell on those children.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with those children, but it could be seen from their eyes that they seemed to be in a state of ignorance.
"Old man, are these eight children?" Xiaolan asked in surprise.
Everyone's eyes fell on those eight children.
The eight children seemed to have no feelings, their eyes were empty, and they sat quietly on the stools.
"Yes, yes." Old Mrs. Chen held Qin Shaobai's hand excitedly: "Master Qin, thank you very much for sending the children back."
As soon as these words came out, not only Qin Shaobai but also everyone present was shocked.
"Old man, please sit down first. Fellow villagers, you all should also sit down. Sit down and speak slowly."
"Mr. Qin, this morning, we are all preparing to go see the eight dead children. It's the Chinese New Year. We have to tell them. We have to burn some money for them. By the way, we also ask them to bless them. You don't know.
Eight brothers and sisters in life and death.”
Someone in the crowd was sobbing.
"Okay, it's Chinese New Year, and the children are back. Don't think about those unhappy things anymore, and don't cry in front of the adults anymore."
Old Mrs. Chen scolded, but he wiped his tears.
"Old Master, we understand how everyone feels." Qin Shaobai comforted, "Old Master, you should continue to tell us how you discovered these eight children."
Looking back, I saw Xiaolan delivering dumplings to eight children.
The children took the dumplings without any reaction, with empty eyes as if only their bodies still existed.
Mr. Chen was also looking at these children. Their parents had squatted beside their children and wiped away the oil dripping from the corners of their mouths little by little.
"When we arrived at the back mountain, we saw eight of them lying there." Mr. Chen turned around and took the glass of water and wine handed by Qin Shaobai, but his hands were trembling. "At that time, we were all scared to death. We
I thought these eight children were just like the eight in front."
The sound of swallowing started again.
Old Mrs. Chen shook away his tears with his hands and suddenly laughed: "Who knew, when we walked over fearfully, they all stood up."
"You found these children in front of their graves?"
"Yes, yes." Mrs. Chen was excited. "Although the children have not recovered yet and can't remember who we are, but they can come back, which is the greatest blessing."
Suddenly, he crooked his legs again and knelt down in front of Qin Shaobai: "Master Qin, you are really the Qingtian Master of our Nanyang County. Master Qin, all the young and old in our Yonghe Village will never forget your great kindness.
Moral."'
"No, Mrs. Chen, do you think the return of these eight children is due to Master Qin?" Song Ci was very puzzled.
"Yes, yes." Old Mrs. Chen said, stretched out his trembling hand and took out a folded letter from his body. Inside the letter was a beautiful Xue Tao note, which looked like it belonged to a woman.
Qin Shaobai took the letter suspiciously.
I saw two beautiful butterflies flying in the lower right corner of the letter. There was a line of graceful regular script above the butterflies.
"Entrusted by Master Qin Shaobai of Nanyang County, eight children were sent back. The poison in the children has been resolved, but their minds are damaged and they need more care."
Qin Shaobai gave the letter to Song Ci. After reading it, Song Ci frowned deeply.
"Brother Qin," Xiaolan called softly, "can you let me have a look?"
Song Ci quickly handed the letter to Xiaolan.
Xiaolan held up the letter and didn't pay much attention to the words on it. Instead, she lowered her head to smell the fragrance on the letter.
"Xiaolan, do you see anything?"
Qin Shaobai asked anxiously.
Xiaolan turned around and shook her head at Qin Shaobai.
"Xiaolan's eyesight is dull and she didn't see any clues."
Qin Shaobai sighed in disappointment.
"Master Qin, we in Yonghe Village will never forget your great kindness and virtue. Please ask Master Qin to pay our respects again."
Old Mrs. Chen had already led the villagers in bowing again.
The eight children looked at everyone dullly and were pulled to their knees by their parents.
"Xiaolan, Mr. Song, please help the children to see why they look like this?"
Hearing what Qin Shaobai said, Old Mrs. Chen, who had just been helped up, turned around and bowed to Song Ci and the others again.
Xiaolan quickly stopped him: "Old man, there is no need to be so polite. The villagers of Yonghe Village are also citizens of Nanyang County, and we should take care of each other."
She had the eight children sent to the back room, and then went in with Song Ci to check the children's pulses.
After a while, the two people walked out, but their expressions were serious.
"Miss Xiaolan, Mr. Song." Mrs. Chen came up to greet her.
Other villagers also rushed forward hurriedly, but they did not dare to speak and only stared at the two people with expectant eyes.
"Old Master, the children have been greatly stimulated, so their minds are blocked."
Song Ci supported Old Mrs. Chen and gently helped him sit on the chair.
"Then are you still saved?"
"Old man, please rest assured, these children's illness is chronic and they need to rest."
After Song Ci finished speaking, he pointed at Xiaolan again.
"This girl is a wizard with medicine. She will definitely find a way to cure all the children."
Upon hearing this, before the old man could say anything, the dozen or so men and women had already pulled the children and knelt down in front of Xiaolan, banging their heads together.
"Don't be like this, everyone." Xiaolan glanced at Qin Shaobai with some embarrassment.
Seeing Qin Shaobai looking at her expectantly.
She could only say helplessly: "I do have some medicine here to calm the mind, but I don't know if it will be good for the children's condition."
As she said that, she took out a small purple porcelain bottle from her body, hesitated for a moment, and handed the bottle to Old Mrs. Chen.
"Old Master, you find someone who is smart, grind one pill into powder and black every day, add three bowls of boiled water, soak it, and let the children take it for ten days. After ten days, I will go to Yonghe Village to give the children another meal.
Perform diagnosis."
Old Mrs. Chen held the bottle with trembling hands like a treasure, and shouted to the people standing aside: "Are you stupid? Miss Xiaolan is the benefactor of your child, why don't you thank me quickly.
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"You don't have to do this anymore." Xiaolan pointed at Qin Shaobai, "We, Mr. Qin, don't like people kneeling down and worshiping him. Let's all have a glass of turbid wine and eat some dumplings."
Mrs. Chen was still willing to sit down and eat dumplings, so a group of people kept the fruits and vegetables they brought and left with great gratitude.
"Xiaolan." Seeing everyone leaving, Song Ci pulled Xiaolan over and whispered, "Did you also diagnose that those children's veins were very strange?"
Xiaolan nodded: "Mr. Song, the hearts of these eight children have been cut off, but I don't know why they are still alive."
"What did you say?" Li Xiaolin stood up suddenly, and the wine in his hand spilled all over the table.
But he didn't care about this at all, and walked quickly to the two of them, "You two, say what you just said again."
Not only Song Ci and Xiaolan, Qin Shaobai was also frightened by Li Xiaolin's suddenly serious face, and he quickly came over.
"Mr. Li, I just told Xiaolan that the hearts of these eight children have actually been cut off. I just don't know why they are still alive."
"Zombie, zombie."
Li Xiaolin shouted a few words in a low voice, and his face that was originally rosy from drinking instantly turned pale.
Zombie?
Qin Shaobai had never heard of this word at all, so he couldn't help but repeat it. He was about to ask Song Ci what "zombified" meant, but he saw that Song Ci had already staggered a few steps and fell down on the chair.
"Mr. Li, are you sure these eight children have become zombies?"
Xiaolan is Xiaolan, she is still very calm in this situation.
"Yes, Xiaolan, please quickly ask someone to stop the people in Yonghe Village, otherwise, Yonghe Village will turn into hell tonight."