The Rebirth of Xue Yang, the Patriarch of Demon Dao—Original Author: Moxiang Tongxiu

Before Ziyunfeng came to watch, corpses were strewn all over the field, and the surviving people were still in shock. What happened just now finally taught them the truth of "curiosity killed the cat".

The common people were panicked. I don't know why so many poisonous snakes and poisonous insects suddenly appeared in the Songzi Niangniang Temple, which was always peaceful. They didn't dare to stay too much. The nearby processing and burial, they just want to be able to go down the mountain immediately.

Zitan then ordered the Taoist priest in charge of knowing the guests to lead the people back home safely in an orderly manner.

As for the injured villagers, actively treat them, and those who unfortunately died, do a good job in dealing with the aftermath, and swear to God, and reassure the villagers that after the cause of today's incident is found out, they will be given an explanation.

At this time, how dare the people inquire about the reason, as long as they can save their lives, they wish to fly away from this place like wings, thanked the red sandalwood fairy, and eagerly followed the Taoist priest down the mountain.

Song Zichen carefully inspected Shilao's father's body: the shape was shriveled, the bones were abrupt, there were no muscles left in the whole body, only a thin piece of skin was left attached, and the internal organs were almost completely swallowed and emptied by Liuying.

He carefully cut through the belly of the corpse with the tip of his sword, and carefully inspected the internal organs. There were no fireflies or insect eggs parasitized in them, as if they had evaporated out of thin air.

After finding nothing, he turned around and walked towards Xue Yang, asking Xue Yang, "Luohe, what happened here just now? How could..."

But at this time Xue Yang was hiding in Xiao Xingchen's arms, trembling, and remained silent, like a wounded kitten, as if it had been greatly frightened.

Seeing this, Xiao Xingchen couldn't help feeling pity, and shook his head at Song Lan, signaling him not to ask any more questions. Seeing this, Song Zichen had no choice but to give up.

In the open space not far away, Brother Dong still couldn't afford to kneel down, kneeling beside Sun Zifeng dejectedly.

Miss Xiaohua couldn't bear it when she saw her. Seeing that everyone had already left, she helped Dong Ge up and prepared to go back with the people going down the mountain.

Sun Qi'er hurriedly pulled him back, refusing to let go no matter what he said, and firmly grabbed Dong Ge's thigh, trying not to let the person who hurt his father leave.

Unexpectedly, Sun Qier's father, Sun Zifeng, had already woken up at this moment, and said, "Boy, you come here, it's none of this brother's business, what he gave me was just a few skin wounds, it doesn't matter, you Let him go down the mountain."

"Father, do you recognize the child?"

Sun Qi'er was overjoyed, his father's madness was really cured, tears dripped down involuntarily.

When Sun Zifeng saw it, he smiled and said, "I'm not dead yet, so I cry, I don't worry about bad luck, just give dad a smile, hurry up."

Sun Qi'er obediently put out a smiling face, and said with concern: "Father, if I don't cry, are you still feeling bad? Does your stomach still hurt?"

Sun Zifeng shook his head slowly, still looking extremely struggling.

Listening to Sun Zifeng's words, Xiao Xingchen was short of breath, and said with concern: "Let me take your pulse."

Sun Zifeng nodded his thanks: "Then there will be Taoist Master Lao."

Xiao Xingchen lightly placed his hands on Sun Zifeng's six veins of Cunguanchi, left and right, and applied force steadily, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily probing, the longer he took to feel the pulse, the more worried the expression between his brows became.

Sun Zifeng's pulse at this time is floating and rootless, hollow when lightly pressed, but nothing when pressed heavily, scattered like poplar flowers without a fixed trace, which is a sign of scattered vitality.

Furthermore, when palpating Sun Zifeng's face, he felt that his cheeks were red and hot, but his limbs were bitingly cold.

On the surface, it seems that her complexion is rosy and her spirit has improved, but in fact, it is a fake state of returning to the light.

Seeing Xiao Xingchen's solemn expression, Sun Qi'er hurriedly asked, "Brother Immortal, my father won't die, will he?"

Xiao Xingchen hesitated, not knowing how to tell the child the truth, but when he was about to speak, he didn't want to, Sun Zifeng pinched his wrist twice, and frowned imperceptibly, implying that he should not say more .

Sun Zifeng tried his best to smile and said, "Boy, father is fine. I'm fine. I'm just empty in my stomach. I'm exhausted from hunger."

Sun Qi'er quickly took out the two buns in his arms and brought them to his father's mouth. Sun Zifeng shook his head: "I don't have any appetite for these things."

"Father, what do you want to eat? I'll go down the mountain to buy it for you right now. Brother Shenxian just gave me a lot of money. We can buy a lot of delicious food in the future."

Sun Zifeng: "Then have you thanked the Taoist priest?"

Sun Qier: "Thank you already, I am a sensible Huazi."

Sun Zifeng smiled gratifiedly: "Very good, darling, I want to eat beggar chicken made by Master Wang at the foot of the mountain. When you go down the mountain to buy it, you have to slow down and be careful not to fall, you know?"

Sun Qier saw that his father was willing to eat, not to mention how happy he was, he quickly turned around and mixed into the crowd going down the mountain, and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

Seeing the back of his son going away, Sun Zifeng's eyes were finally filled with tears, he quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, supported Cen Ruo's body vigorously, and wanted to stand up, Xiao Xingchen stepped forward to help him up quickly, but he didn't want to, Sun Zifeng Suddenly fell to his knees at him, and kowtowed three times to Xiao Xingchen: "Master Xiao Xingchen, Mr. Song Lan, I am already a dying person, and I have a request to ask you two, Be sure to agree."

Song Zichen didn't expect that Sun Zifeng knew the two of them, and said: "Your illness is indeed very bad...I didn't expect you to know us too."

Xiao Xingchen knew it already, and said, "Because, he is also a Taoist."

Sun Zifeng said: "Daoist Xiao Xingchen sees the subtleties, sees the details, and the facts are indeed so."

Xiao Xingchen raised Sun Zifeng with a little force, "Hurry up and get up, for a righteous man who sacrificed his life to save the people in the town, what request can we not agree to?"

Sun Zifeng was surprised: "You already know."

Xiao Xingchen put him on a table and chair beside him to rest, and said slowly: "You have eaten so much sugar gu, but you can survive until now, it is impossible for ordinary people to do it, there is only one possibility: you are also my fellow Only middle-aged people with excellent cultivation and profound spiritual power can suppress those sugar gu in the body, so that they can all be destroyed together, and this unreasonable disaster can be resolved without affecting others."

Song Lan also guessed nine times out of ten at this time: "I'm afraid your madness is also strange. This kind of appearance looks crazy, but it's like a mirror in your heart. You also know how to prevent the people from eating the poisonous sugar gu. In words and deeds, there is a fearless spirit of "killing for benevolence, sacrificing one's life for righteousness". I, Song, admire it very much. That... Your madness should be caused by someone else's harm and external force, which disturbed your mind. right?"

Sun Tzufeng lamented: "That's right, I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, if those sugar people are taken home by the people, I'm afraid the whole village will be destroyed. I really can't bear to see the tragedy of people's lives, but a lunatic said Who would believe the crazy talk? I can only take the most stupid way to snatch those candy people and eat them all. How many children can be saved and how many lives will be saved less? That's good too. Speaking of which, this is nothing more than my incompetence."

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