I stared at the sloppy old man in bewilderment. What the hell? This is just removing the root of the poison, why is it involved in creating a human being?
The sloppy old man was stroking his beard and winking at me, while Awen, who was beside me, instantly blushed, lowered her head, and was too shy to even say a word.
"Old man, don't let me play tricks, or I'll beat you until your son won't recognize you," I said.
The old man didn't know if I had offended him, but suddenly his face sank and he said, "My son has died long ago."
"Uh." I accidentally brought up the old man's sad story, and I was immediately embarrassed and speechless.
However, the old man quickly regained his playful smile. After tossing me around a lot, he asked Awen to bring him a pen and paper, then he put a pen on the table and started writing.
I looked up and found that when the old man was writing, he was concentrating on it, and he had a bit of a hanging pot to help the world. When I saw this, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in my heart, thinking that I had really bumped into an expert.
No.
A few minutes later, the old man waved his hand and handed the densely written piece of paper to Awen, telling her to buy what was written on the paper.
Awen was extremely happy, but when she took the piece of paper and looked at it, she was dumbfounded.
"What's going on?" I asked.
Awen hesitated for a moment and handed the paper over. I looked at it carefully and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
I saw that the paper was more like scribbling than densely written. The words on it were crooked and crooked, and there were some abstract paintings on the side that were difficult to understand and guess...
"Old sir, why did you draw a disk?" Awen asked weakly.
The sloppy old man stroked his beard, rolled his eyes and said, "What plate? It's a tortoise shell. Remember, it must be fifty years old."
"Oh, it turns out to be a turtle shell... What about this one? Are they beans one by one?"
"Little girl, your eyesight is not very good. That's the sticky rice I drew. It doesn't look like beans."
"Um, are there such big glutinous rice?"
"Isn't it because I'm afraid you won't be able to understand, so I drew it bigger? You young people, why are you so ignorant..." The sloppy old man looked like he hated the iron.
I couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that if I could stand now, I would have to give this old guy a hammer. Who can draw a tortoise shell like a fruit plate? And your sticky rice? It looks like a piece of shit.
Awen only asked if it was beans to save your face. If I were so angry, I would have directly asked if it was the overnight meal you just made this morning...
Awen was soon called by the old man to buy materials and medicine. By the way, the old man also asked her to buy more wine. As a result, the old man sat at the table that day, held the bottle of wine, drank it, then fell asleep, and drank as soon as he fell asleep.
He didn't take me, the patient who was about to report to the underworld, to heart.
Until the next morning, Awen couldn't help but ask the old man when he would start treating me. The old man said that he would die and then live, and then he drank by himself.
For three days in a row, the old man drank more and more happily, and on my side, my body had reached its limit. Apart from being able to breathe, I could no longer even speak.
Awen was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, but helplessly, the old man still acted like a normal person, eating and drinking when he should...
And in the middle of the night on the fifth day, when my consciousness was almost blurred, I was suddenly woken up by the sloppy old man.
I saw the sloppy old man smiling at me and saying: "Boy, don't fall asleep, we should start."
I nodded feebly.
The old man tore open my upper body clothes very roughly. He didn't care whether it hurt me or not. He took a sip of old wine, then held it in his mouth and slurped it for a few times. Without saying a word, he sprayed it over me. The spicy wine was
The old man's saliva spread every drop on my wound infected by the corpse poison, causing me to howl like a slaughtered pig in pain.
Awen woke up with a start, but the old man didn't say anything and was already sharpening the knife beside the bed.
I was so frightened when I saw it, what the hell, you are treating other people's diseases, and other people's doctors are using scalpels, but you are using a kitchen knife. What's going on?
Awen asked: "Old sir, what are you doing?"
The old man didn't even look at it and said: "The corpse poison is suppressed during the day and is not easy to remove. Now in the middle of the night, it is the time when the corpse poison spreads. This is the best time to treat the disease."
"Old sir, do you want to sharpen the knife?"
"Oh, the poison in that boy's corpse is so deep that I need to use a knife to scrape it off. Don't worry, old man, I have experienced many battles with this knife. Whether it is curettage to remove the poison, or hip surgery to remove hemorrhoids, it is very easy to use...
"
Awen nodded in understanding.
As I was lying on the bed, I couldn't help but want to jump off and fight the old man. The uncle's kitchen knife had cut hemorrhoids and genitals. I don't know if it had been sterilized. Now he was going to use the knife on me.
, I don’t want to lose face?
I don't know if the old man ever cared about my feelings, but what I can see is that after he sharpened the kitchen knife to a very bright finish, he had a confident expression on his face.
I struggled to squeeze out a few words, "Have you ever scraped someone's bones before?"
"No, old man, this is my first time."
"Then where do you get your confidence?"
"You are stupid, your life is not mine..."
"I...fuck!"
I looked at the bright kitchen knife and felt inexplicable fear in my heart, but in the end I couldn't escape the old man's vicious hands.
The old man pressed me on the bed, ignoring my screams like a slaughtered pig, and then he picked up the knife and fiddled with my wound...
"Hey, does it hurt?" the old man asked.
I nodded weakly.
"It hurts, that means I cut it wrong..."
"Depend on!"
"Stop talking, little girl, come here and hold this kid's head for me to prevent him from hitting my kitchen knife."
Awen rushed over and carefully held my head, but when she realized that this would make me breathless, she gritted her teeth, put my head on her lap, and then used her body to gently lift me.
Hug it gently.
The moment Awen lowered her head and hugged her down, I only felt that there were two soft things mixed with a woman's fragrance, which made me lose my mind. I immediately couldn't care about the old man's tossing behind me, and I was completely lost.
In Awen's gentle embrace...
The old man's movements were very slow, and I was in severe pain. Several times, I couldn't help opening my mouth and biting Awen's hand. Awen remained unmoved and remained silent.
Later, I was twitching in pain.
The old man reminded from behind: "Little girl, be careful to hold the kid's teeth, don't let him bite your tongue."
I was in so much pain that my teeth were chattering. Seeing that Awen couldn't pry my teeth away, she was so anxious that she bit her lips and kissed me.
Subconsciously, I vaguely felt my mouth being pried open by a soft and smooth tongue with a hint of fragrance, which made my head shake.
I subconsciously licked it with my lips, and the smooth tongue seemed to tremble slightly. Then, not allowing the tongue to escape, I sucked it into my mouth and sucked it unscrupulously...