Medical mountains and rivers

"chicken?"

After the head was subdued, everyone was no longer as flustered as before, and they all collapsed on the ground like a little dead. At this time, hearing Song Chengqing's words, they looked at each other and asked the same question.

Chicken, what else can I pay attention to?

Everyone present had eaten a lot of chickens, and they had never encountered such a strange thing. Could it be that what kind of phoenix beast did Sun Qi eat?

"Song Daoyou, are you saying that Young Master Sun ate the soul-inducing chicken?" Master Zhang asked hesitantly.Just now because of his misjudgment, he almost killed someone, and now he hesitates to do anything, for fear of causing irreparable consequences.

Before Song Chengqing could answer, he himself denied it first, "No, although the soul-inducing chicken can extradite the undead, it is a first-class thing of Siyang. How could it have anything to do with such evil spirits?" , earnestly asked: "Song Daoyou, this... what is this thing?"

Song Chengqing rubbed his forehead, "I think you should take care of yourself first."

Those who didn't know thought it was a murder scene.

Hearing what he said, Hao Wenxiang, who was huddled in the corner, hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up, get the first-aid kit." He lowered his head and touched the blood on the back of his hand, trembling, "Well, master, will I be poisoned by zombies? Yes Don’t you have to use glutinous rice to paint it?”

"...No, no need."

The servant who was slightly injured stood up and was about to get the first-aid kit, but Song Chengqing stopped him, "Don't worry about it, this is not an ordinary bite, even if the ambulance comes, it won't help."

"What should I do?"

"Woooooo, are we going to die?"

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be greedy for this high salary. No matter how much money I have, I have to spend my life.

Song Chengqing was annoyed by the quarrel, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Hao Wenxiang's figure about to pounce on him, and immediately said, "When I get rid of this chicken brother, your injuries will naturally heal, and if you are worried, you can go to the hospital for a tetanus injection. "Speaking and looking at Master Zhang, "Is there any talisman paper? First stop the bleeding and promote muscle growth for them."

Master Zhang nodded.

Song Chengqing felt relieved: no extra workload, it's okay, it's okay.

So a group of people formed a circle, with flat yellow talismans on their arms and legs, like zombies in ancient movies, waiting for Master Zhang to activate the power of the talismans one by one.

"Master, my Xiaoqi?"

"I can't die." Song Chengqing squatted down, roughly opened Sun Qi's eyelids, and pulled out his tongue to look at him, completely ignoring the ferocious head.

Yuxia has a vast territory, and not only have different food and marriage cultures, but also different funeral cultures.

In the villages around Sanzhong, there is a strange custom. When people feel that they are about to die, they will put a raw chicken into the house, eat and live with it for seven days, and if they are still alive after seven days, they will kill the chicken. The chicken is killed to enshrine the ghost instead of itself.

If they die within seven days, they will cover the chicken's head on the night of burial and put it in a basket together with a bag of white rice.

After the filial sons and grandsons have mourned, pour out all the rice, and whoever grabs the birth date in the rice will show that they are the most filial.

In the same way, whoever the chicken flies to will take it home and treat it as a deceased relative to eat and drink well. It cannot be slaughtered or imprisoned, and it can only wait for it to die of old age or accidental death.

"It was this chicken that Sun Qi ate into his stomach."

Hao Mei didn't want to believe that her son's life was hanging by a thread for such a ridiculous reason, and she doubted: "Master Song is sure that this is what my Xiaoqi ate? How did it appear in City S?"

"Could it be that someone is harming my Sun family behind my back? Master Song is able to pinch and count, and only then did he find out that something was wrong."

"..."

Song Chengqing was almost laughed at when asked, why are these people more superstitious than him?

"How can this kind of thing matter? Just check the purchase channels of the chicken breeds raised by Nongjiale."

"..."

"Make good use of technology! Technology! Technology is the primary productive force."

"..."

Sun Tao was silent for a moment, then frowned and asked: "Since it can't be closed, many chickens must have escaped from the house over the years. Wouldn't people who don't know the situation catch them and eat them and die?"

Master Zhang took the words: "I have been in Taoism for more than forty years, and I have never heard of such incidents, otherwise I would not mistake it for possession."

Song Chengqing sighed and asked, "Is this year [-]?"

"Yes."

"It's [-], every village has access roads, and everyone reads. How many people do you think will abide by these bad habits?" Song Chengqing said helplessly, "In the modern age of cremation, these burial customs have become nondescript, so naturally cannot achieve its real purpose.”

"Real purpose?"

Song Chengqing stretched his neck, shook Mrs. Chang so loudly, and asked them, "What will happen if you lock the chicken and the rice together?"

Everyone was stunned and began to think hard.

"Will it mutate?"

"Cheat a corpse?"

"Can eat people?"

"..."

Song Chengqing remained expressionless, and shook Mrs. Chang even louder.

Hao Wenxiang raised his hand timidly, "Yes... Hui pecked the rice."

Song Chengqing nodded reservedly, "That's right."

Finally, there is a normal speech. What kind of stuff is everyone talking about, all have persecution paranoia? !

"The horoscope of the deceased's birthday is hidden in the white rice. If the chicken eats the piece of paper with the horoscope written on it when it is pecking the rice, the spirit of the deceased will enter its body and live in another posture." Song Chengqing's eyes flashed Sharp and sharp, Madam Chang rushed under the sofa with lightning speed, and rushed out with a colorful thing wrapped around her!