Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Isn't the place where the evil spirits are locked up the hell.

There is more than one evil spirit in the underworld, there are six of them.

At the end of the steps, Lu Dongqing finally had a clear view of the cellar. It was not spacious, the ceiling was almost pressed above the head, and the four bare walls squeezed against each other, barely supporting a room the size of an ordinary bedroom.

In such a small place, six people were sleeping, and each of them had chains and shackles on their bodies, some around their ankles, some around their shoulders.The sound of breathing like sandpaper grinding their throats just now came from their throats, and at this moment, it was lingering around their ears, and it was extremely clear.

Although they were locked, it didn't look like they had been abused. The clean thatch was covered under their bodies, and it still smelled like sunlight. It must have been replaced just today.A ventilation hole was cut in the wall behind them to let fresh air in.In order not to let them suffer from the cold, a stove was lit in the middle of the room, and a piece of incense for calming the mind was inserted on the fire.

Lu Dongqing turned to Song Ren: "Are you hiding these people here?"

Song Ren nodded and said, "I really can't find any other place to hide them."

"Are they all craftsmen in porcelain kilns?"

"It used to be."

Lu Dongqing inspected the six people, their hair was disheveled, their clothes were disheveled, their expressions were sluggish and lifeless.

Just based on the appearance in front of them, it is hard to imagine that they once had a pair of skillful hands and a pair of wise eyes like the craftsmen just now.

Now, there was one more compatriot among them, and they hurriedly put Qi Gui down. Song Ren stepped forward to meet him, and pulled a length of chain from the wall, trying to lock his wrist.

Qi Gui had his eyes closed, but when he heard the clang of the shackles, he suddenly began to struggle. His strength was too great, and the iron chain was shaken non-stop by him, making a rattling sound. He restrained.

Song Ren was about to lock the lock, but he felt someone pulling from behind. He turned his head and found that the weak woman was grabbing his skirt.

He could only stop and said patiently: "It's not the first time Qi Gui has hurt someone, we really have no other way."

The woman said nothing, just stared at him blankly, and clenched her fists even tighter.

He sighed, and said again: "If you don't lock him up, we may not be the ones who will take him away next time. Do you still remember what happened to the person who was taken away by the government before?"

Hearing the word "Government", the woman's eyes suddenly widened. She let go of Song Ren, took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and two more lines of dirty tears flowed from her eyes.

Lu Dongqing watched from the side, adding a bit of pity to her gaze.

It's a pity that pity is really a useless emotion in this bleak world.

He wanted to do something useful, so he took a step forward and patted the woman on the shoulder: "Don't worry, brother Ren is also in order to help him, and he has no choice but to come up with this expedient measure."

The woman was startled for a moment, then grabbed his arm and begged, "Doctor, please...help him, save my man..."

"This..." Lu Dongqing didn't expect her sudden action, she shook her head and said, "I still don't know how to detoxify..."

The woman stared at him for a while, then lowered her head and said: "...Now that Ah Gui is like this, what's the point of my life, I might as well hit him to death."

As she said that, she let go of the young man's arm, and was about to hit the wall with her head depressed.

"Wait!" Lu Dongqing was terrified, and hurriedly grabbed her by the shoulder.

The woman was pulled by him, and immediately fell into his arms, clutching his skirt, sobbing and begging: "Doctor, you can do it—"

He also didn't expect the woman to do this, so he could only carefully support the other's shoulder, hesitated again and again, and said with difficulty: "I will try my best."

The woman finally stopped crying, stood her ground, and straightened her temples.

The wrinkles between Lu Dongqing's brows deepened yet again.

There were too many people crowded in the cellar, and it soon became stuffy and congested. Under Song Ren's order, the rest of the craftsmen left with the woman, leaving only Dongqing and his apprentice.

Ning Shenxiang gradually took effect, Qi Gui no longer struggled, and finally tilted his head against the wall, and fell asleep drowsily.

Lu Dongqing's eyes were still piercing, she turned to Song Ren, and asked, "What are the identities of these people?"

Song Ren glanced at Qi Gui again, and then replied: "It's up to now, and I won't hide it from you. These people have all learned martial arts before, and they were escorting and delivering darts in the Escort Bureau. After the Martial Arts Ban , the private bodyguard bureaus cut off their money, and they collapsed one by one. They were forced to make a living, so they came to learn craftsman work. I don’t know about martial arts, I only know that Qi Gui seems to be the successor of the Qi family’s cudgel, and his skills are quite good .”

Lu Dongqing smiled wryly and said: "Just now I have seen his kung fu."

Song Ren said again: "Before they went crazy, they were all hard-working and honest people. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken the risk to hide them here from the government."

"Didn't you take them to see the doctor?"

"Of course there is, but the brother who was sent to the hospital by us last time was taken away by the government in a blink of an eye."

"Abducted by the government?" Lu Dongqing's heart trembled, and he asked, "What happened to that brother?"

Song Ren was silent for a long time before saying, "I was burned alive."

Lu Dongqing was very surprised: "How could this be?"

"Because the doctor gave a doctor's diagnosis and said that he was possessed by evil spirits and there was no cure. After hearing this, the official master wanted to kill him to sacrifice to heaven. In addition, he had hurt people in the first place, and the official order was like a mountain. There was no excuse at all. room, so..."

It was only then that Lu Dongqing realized that the "evil ghost possessed" that the proprietress said could be traced.

Song Ren's frown deepened, and he continued: "I remember it clearly. He was tied to a frame, and his body was covered with fire. The flesh on his body slowly melted in the fire, but his eyes were still looking at me. Through the thick smoke, he seemed to be begging me to help him, but I really couldn’t help him. At that time, there were still some people laughing around, as if they were really happy to kill an evil spirit, but what kind of evil spirit is he..."

Song Ren was almost choked with sobs, and finally raised his head and let out a long sigh, "At this moment, he is probably already in the sky."

Lu Dongqing couldn't help but raised her head and looked up, as if she wanted to see the scenery in the sky.

But all he could see was the low ceiling in the cellar, which was blackened by the fire, like the ashes left after everything was burned, ugly and hideous.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "These people are not possessed by evil spirits, but are poisoned by an extremely surly poison."

Song Ren's eyes lit up: "What poison? Is there a way to get rid of it?"

"Not yet," he shook his head, "I haven't even seen the source of this poison, and I can't find a cure. I can only use some Tianxiang leaves to suppress the poison and relieve it."

Song Ren looked at him quite surprised: "You obviously don't know anything, and you took trouble on yourself just now?"

Lu Dongqing asked back: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Song Ren paused for a moment, nodded and said, "It's not very wise."

Lu Dongqing smiled wryly and shook her head: "I'm afraid you're right. Master used to teach me this way..."

As he spoke, he turned his head and habitually waited for the approval of the people behind him.

Whether it is teasing or self-deprecating, he always instinctively seeks Master's approval.A conversation like this has almost become a tacit understanding between the two.

But Lu Zhengqiu's voice did not ring out.

He turned around and found that the master was lowering his head, his shoulders were leaning against the wall, and his five fingers were resting on his forehead, as if he hadn't heard his words at all. His face buried in the shadow was extremely pale, and a layer of Fine beads of sweat.

He was shocked: "Master! What's wrong with you!?"