What is wrong with raising snakes?

In just a split second, Yan Fenglang woke up from the dream, sat up all of a sudden, gasping for breath, and realized that his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.He raised his hand, looked at it in disbelief, and suddenly felt that this hand was a little strange.

He saw himself torturing the snake to death, saw himself trapping the wounded snake in the thunder pool dedicated to suppressing monsters, and heard himself threatening it, saying that he would peel its skin.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Yan Fenglang, come out!"

He suddenly widened his eyes, as if he remembered something, he was so nervous that he forgot everything, rushed to open the door, the sunlight outside was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes.

In a daze, he saw Xuan Qingci standing at the door of his room, and almost blurted out "Is your skin still there?" After hearing Xuan Qingci's words, he swallowed it back abruptly.

"Song Qingying is gone."

Yan Fenglang took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress his beating heart, and pretended to be calm, "Got it."

Then turned back to the room.

Xuan Qingci stood outside the house, recalling how Yan Fenglang suddenly rushed out just now, his expression was extremely nervous, his forehead was still a little sweaty, his clothes were wide open, he didn't have the original serious look, and his eyes were full of worry when looking at him , but changed his face instantly after he spoke.

Has he had a nightmare?

"Let's go."

Yan Fenglang, who appeared in front of Xuan Qingci again, returned to his previous appearance, as if the embarrassing appearance just now had never appeared before.

Xuan Qingci and Yan Fenglang walked in the village, looking around, there were only the two of them on the whole street, like an uninhabited village.

According to Song Qingying's family members, Song Qingying called all the villagers to the entrance of the village early in the morning, saying that there was something important to announce.The mountain was backed by the shade, and the sun was shining brightly, but they could not feel the scorching heat of the sun at all. Even the slight warmth in the air was replaced by the coolness blowing from the woods.

Xuan Qingci thought to herself, what Song Qingying wanted to talk about was probably about the epidemic.He looked at Yan Fenglang with a complicated expression, but the other party looked at him as if he had predicted it in advance, and Xuan Qingci turned his face away quickly in fright.

Yan Fenglang didn't understand why, and felt that this little demon was even more strange.

Before the two reached the entrance of Taoyuan Village, they heard noisy noises ahead.They looked at each other and walked forward quickly.

I saw Song Qingying standing on a wooden table, with a hundred or so villagers standing in front of him.From a distance, the two could feel that what Song Qingying said had aroused great repercussions from the villagers.

"No! You are our patriarch, and you are the one who developed Taoyuan Village to this day! We cannot do without you!"

"Yes! No matter what kind of monster he is, let's drive him away together!"

"That's right! The patriarch has been running around for us all these years, so that our Taoyuan Village is free from war. Without the patriarch, where did we come from?"

Yan Fenglang held the bamboo slips in his hand and looked at them expressionlessly.Xuan Qingci at the side looked around, leaned into Yan Fenglang's ear, and spoke softly.

"He's trying to lure the red ghost out."

A warm breath spread around Yan Fenglang's ears, and the faint scent of cypress on Xuan Qingci's body could still be smelled in his nostrils. Without his heart beating rapidly, his face became hot, and he let out a not-slight-not-so-slight sound from his throat. Heavy syllables indicate agreement.

"I never understood, since he had already recognized the red ghost at that time, why didn't he stop him from casting a poisonous curse in the water?" Xuan Qingci asked alone, and did not notice Yan Fenglang's strange behavior at this time.

Yan Fenglang was trying his best to hide his nervousness at the moment, he didn't listen to Xuan Qingci's words at all, and made a few vague voices at random to prevaricate him.

Xuan Qingci finally caught his weirdness, turned his head to look at him, only to see that he dodged and refused to look at himself, approached him, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Yan Fenglang pushed him away, walked to the side and took a deep breath, but his face was still hot. He turned his back to Xuan Qingci and asked, "Why didn't you ask him directly?"

Hearing this, Xuan Qingci glanced at Song Qingying who was not far away, narrowed his eyes, with a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, lightly folded his fingers, and condensed a little blue light towards the nearest villager not far away from Song Qingying.

"But patriarch, since you already knew that the source of the disease was unknown, why didn't you resist it earlier?"

The villager's question brought Song Qingying's conversation to an abrupt end. He looked at the villager in a daze, obviously not expecting that someone would ask such a question.He hung his head and sighed, pacing back and forth on the table, but the table was only as big as an inch.

And the villager who just asked the question was covering his mouth, his eyes were full of disbelief, and his mind was full of "who controlled my mouth".

Xuan Qingci looked at Song Qingying hesitating on the table, with two triumphant red eyes hanging on his face as calm as still water.When Yan Fenglang saw it, there was a touch of complacency in his eyes. When he looked at Song Qingying, he seemed to be saying, "I'll see how you answer."

And Song Qingying seemed to have sensed those two persuasive gazes, and when she looked around, she saw two people, one black and one white standing at the entrance of the village, staring at her.

"I'm sorry for you."

Finally, Song Qingying spoke.

At this moment, a gust of wind came from the cypress forest, swept over every villager, then rushed towards Xuan Qingci and Yan Fenglang, and finally spread to every corner of Taoyuan Village.

"You keep asking me where Taoyuan Village came from. Taoyuan Village... came from here. The real name of this place is Changle Village."

As soon as the words fell, the villagers were commotion and began to talk about it.

"There was also an epidemic 40 years ago, and it was this epidemic that overturned Changle Village overnight, and there was no peace." Song Qingying's eyes were a little moist, her throat was slightly choked, and her legs seemed a little unsteady.

"At that time, there was a family in Changle, and the wife was the young lady of a big family in Beihuangcheng, but after she got married, her family fell into ruin. The village suffered from severe drought for three consecutive years, and the villagers said she was a disaster..."

"Her family lived far away, but I would always meet her. It's just that she had a bad reputation at that time, so I hid away when I saw her... Later, her child became a promising scholar, and her name was Zhang Shuyuan..."

At that time, Changle Village was far more lively than Taoyuan Village now, and the neighbors were also close, but this kind of close relationship did not include Jiang Mengtong, who was the "scourge" in the villagers' mouths.

The family lives at the entrance of the cypress forest, which is the last row of the whole village. In addition to those rumors, they don't have much contact with the villagers.

It was New Year's Eve that day, and the school in the village closed early. Zhang Shuyuan ran all the way into the house, but found that there was no mother in the yard. Normally, she would always work in the yard.

"Mother!"

It was not Jiang Mengtong who called out, but his father Zhang Guanyu.

"Hush——" Zhang Guanyu made a silence gesture at him, and walked over to explain, "Your mother is sick, she just drank medicine and fell asleep."

"Ill? You're fine this morning!" Zhang Shuyuan was startled, and wanted to go in to see her, but his father stopped him.

"Caught in the wind and cold," Zhang Guanyu sighed, glanced at the cypress forest behind our house, and continued, "When we save enough money, we will move to the city. The cypress forest is really very cloudy. Your mother is Miss Qianjin, how can I bear this crime."

"It's fine for Dad to make the decision. I'll boil some water and soak Mother's feet when she wakes up."

"Go."

Jiang Mengtong's illness lasted for a whole month, lying on the bed for a long time without getting better, and even worsened.

For this reason, Zhang Guanyu went to the head of the Changle Village at the time, but not only was he rejected, but even his neighbors who had little contact with his family also avoided them. They said that it was a contagious disease.

Zhang Shuyuan saw his father come back in a daze, so he walked to Beihuang City thirty miles away overnight, and invited a doctor to come back, but he didn't know that before the doctor stepped into the house, he saw Zhang Guanyu lying on the ground in white clothes, with two eyes closed Blood and tears.

"father--"

The doctor was stunned, and couldn't bear to turn his face away. The child came from the mountains and walked for a whole day and night. When he saw him, the straw sandals on his feet had long been worn out, exposing his toes full of frostbite. Just run away by yourself.

The road in the mountains was rough, and he couldn't walk fast with his old bones, so the child walked on his back.

But who ever thought that no matter how fast it is, it can't keep up with the speed of human lives.

"Son, help your father in."

With tears in his eyes, Zhang Shuyuan carried Zhang Guanyu on his back and walked into the house. As soon as he stepped into the house, he saw a man covered with a white cloth. His heart seemed to be picked up by someone, and he carefully put his father on the ground.

The doctor hurried over to take Zhang Guanyu's pulse, and at the same time ordered Zhang Shuyuan to boil hot water.

However, to Zhang Shuyuan's despair, the doctor said: "Be with me."

"Doctor, I beg you to save my father. I only have my father left, and I can't lose him anymore!" Zhang Shuyuan knelt down at the seventy-year-old man with a "plop", his eyes were red, and he was tightly clutching the doctor's trouser legs Don't let go.

"It's not that I can't help, it's that I can't do anything..." The doctor sighed, helped Zhang Shuyuan up, and after thinking for a while, said, "I heard that there are two genius doctors deep in the cypress forest. You can try it."

Zhang Shuyuan was taken aback, he had never heard of a miracle doctor in this cypress forest.

"It's just...the two of them have weird personalities. I also heard from hearsay."

After hearing this, Zhang Shuyuan shrunk his nose and bowed three times to the doctor: "Thank you, doctor! Thank you, doctor!"

The news that Jiang Mengtong died of illness and Zhang Guanyu contracted the disease at the same time quickly spread. Some people saw Zhang Shuyuan carrying Zhang Guanyu into the mountain in sackcloth and filial piety, and the word "disaster" spread even more.Taking advantage of Zhang Shuyuan's family's absence, they sprinkled chicken blood on the door of his house, saying they wanted to drive away evil spirits.Others hang garlic, saying that they want to drive away ghosts.

Zhang Shuyuan didn't know about this, but when he saw this later, his blood surged up, and his throat was full of blood.But now, he was walking in the snow-covered cypress forest with Zhang Guanyu on his back, aimlessly looking for the miraculous doctor that the doctor said.

He didn't know how long he had been walking in the mountains. He vaguely saw a wooden house, but he didn't have the strength to walk over it. His legs were weak, and he knelt down straight on the ground. Zhang Guanyu on his back rolled to the ground, and he woke up.

"Shu Yuan..."

Zhang Shuyuan passed out, Zhang Guanyu struggled to crawl towards Zhang Shuyuan, his pale and chapped lips opened and closed, and his hoarse voice was drowned out by the sound of "rusting" leaves.

He moved with difficulty, his vision gradually blurred, and after the last two movements, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and did not move anymore.

Xie Bi'an went out to look for food, humming a song, and was just happy to steal two chickens today. When he came back today, he saw two people lying down at the door of his house. He kicked Zhang Shuyuan.

"If you want to die, don't die here. It's just after the Chinese New Year. It's bad luck."