Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

Chapter 155: The eleventh bowl of soup (5)

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The master and apprentice followed all the way, and when they arrived at the destination, Qing Huan was dumbfounded, and old man Lang was also dumbfounded.

How did this get to the county government? !

The walking corpse carried the second senior brother on his back and disappeared into the county government office. At this moment, the two black doors of the county government office were wide open, and it was as dark as a cave entrance. After the walking dead went in, the door slowly closed again.

"Master, there is a ghost."

Old man Lang nodded: "The things here are unusual. Where did I learn this evil method? It stands to reason that such a powerful ghost cannot appear in this remote town."

"No matter what, let's go save Second Senior Brother first." Saying that, Qing Huan got up and was about to leave.

"Who are you saving?"

A sudden question came from behind, which almost scared the master and apprentice to pee! Old man Lang saw that it was the second senior brother when he turned his head, and kicked the second senior brother so angrily, kicked the second senior brother to the ground, and then yelled: "I &... *&¥# you little bastard! Don't you know that people scare people to death? Do you think that I have lived long enough so you want me to die early?! It’s fine if I die, but what kind of hatred does Huanmei have with you? Are you going to scare her?! Girls can be frightened at will! ?! If something goes wrong with this scare, I will destroy you with Shou Dao Shou Li!"

Second Senior Brother Nei Niu covered his face: "I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry for a fart! The sister who lost Huan has to go in and save you! You have no conscience." Old Lang was covered by Qing Huan, and she protested.

Qing Huan hissed: "Master!"

The rooster they picked came an hour before dawn, and the east was showing a white belly at this moment, and it would be dawn soon. The reason why Qing Huan covered Old Man Lang's mouth was because the gate of the county government office was opened again.

Old man Lang had no choice but to suppress his resentment, glared at the second apprentice, reached out and grabbed a piece of meat on his waist and twisted it desperately - that was so sour, the second apprentice burst into tears. Qing Huan saw that these two were so inhuman, she had no choice but to perform an invisibility formula to hide the three of them.

As soon as the gate of the county government office was opened, several walking corpses came out first. They were carrying a small sedan chair, which was extraordinarily delicate and small, surrounded by curtains made of light gauze, which was beautiful and elegant, but it was a pity that it was not clear who was sitting inside.

Qing Huan rolled her eyes, she made a handprint, and a gust of wind blew open the curtain.

The three masters and apprentices immediately covered their mouths with their hands—Qing Huan covered old man Lang, old man Lang covered the second senior brother, and the second senior brother covered Qing Huan. What is sitting in that sedan chair! I just feel roughly like a woman, but I can’t see the face or the body clearly—or I can’t say that I can’t see clearly, but I can’t see! The "thing" sitting on the cushion was covered in white flesh, tender and bloody, like a big maggot that had been peeled off, but it had long black hair. No skin or bone, just a lump of rotten flesh.

But the lump of rotten flesh is clearly alive, and the facial features are blurred, only the two eyeballs are dripping black, turning around, and if it wasn't for the occasional turning of the eyeballs, it would really look like a dead thing.

The walking corpses carried the sedan chairs away slowly. At this moment, the rooster crowed, the world was white, and it was dawn.

The three masters and apprentices walked out in a fair manner, Qing Huan frowned, and glanced at the government office: "What are these things, Master, what did you say just now? Is it a human being who has no limbs and no face?"

"It's a person." Old man Lang sighed. "The disappearance of the young man this time probably has something to do with the magistrate."

The second senior brother didn't like to use his brain, but he wasn't an idiot either. He glanced at the county government office. Although it was dawn, there was a thin layer of black air over the county government office. If he remembered correctly, half a month ago he went down the mountain to buy rice and white noodles, and the county government was still normal. Now this black air has affected the people nearby, no wonder everyone looks disheveled.

"I don't know the origin of this monster, but the county magistrate must know." Old man Lang said. "Before that, let's go to the fellow's house and ask for a bowl of water."

Second senior brother Qing Huan followed old man Lang, and found a few houses that got up at dawn and lived near the county government office. After entering the door, they found out that everyone in the house was having stomach troubles except for the young man. , vomiting and diarrhea, almost lost half his life. The doctor saw the medicine and took it, but it was useless.

Under such circumstances, if a stranger came to ask for a bowl of water, they still let people in. Old man Lang said: "I am a wandering Taoist priest. If you don't dislike me, old man, let me drink this bowl of water and show it to your house. Don't worry, I won't charge you."

The old man who came to open the door thanked him tremblingly, and went to get some bowls of water.

As soon as Qing Huan put the bowl in her hand, she could tell that something was wrong with the water. They were all talented in this lineage. The three senior brothers all had heavenly eyes, and she herself could see through the essence of things.

The three master and apprentice could tell at a glance, so the water was naturally undrinkable. Fortunately, the old man didn't look at them, so the three of them poured water, and when the old man turned around, the three of them finished drinking.

He murmured, why so fast. For a while, I didn't know if this was a good person, or whether I should believe them, but then I thought about it, what can I worry about about my own family? Look at the big girl next to that wretched old man, who is beautiful and dignified, and the young man is strong and sturdy, he doesn't look like a bad person.

If Qing Huan knew what the old man was thinking, she would laugh out loud. If old man Lang finds out, he will turn his head and leave. The disciples he accepts are all top-notch in appearance. He is the only master who can't be seen, but you can't judge people by their appearance. Old man Lang was also fascinated when he was young. How about the girl's handsome boy!

Judging people by their cover is superficial! Vulgar! Right now his disciples are good-looking, but in a few decades they might be even more wretched than old man Ta Lang, so let him leave it at that!

Old man Lang didn't think about the question of "whether they can live for another few decades".

After entering the house, there was an old lady lying on the kang in the east room, and a woman and two children lying on the kang in the west room.

"Old man, do you just use the water from that well for cooking in your family?" Qing Huan asked softly.

The old man nodded and boasted: "This well! We have been digging it for decades! It has been used since my grandfather was still alive! The water is very sweet! Did you drink it just now? Is it good? My family cooks on weekdays. We use water from this well to wash vegetables and laundry!"

Qing Huan nodded awkwardly, how dare she drink...

Old man Lang pretended to feel the pulse of the old woman lying on the bed, and then asked the old man: "Old man, do you believe me?"

The old man nodded: "Letter."

"Then let me tell you, old man." Old man Lang automatically shortened the distance, and has changed from "old man" to "old man", "Your family, this is not eating a bad stomach, it's being possessed by evil spirits." La!"

The old man let out a cry, his face pale with fright. He immediately grabbed the old man Lang with his backhand, and asked in a hurry: "What should we do, what should we do? Daoist priest, please let us alone! My son is dead, and there are only these two orphans left in the family, so we can't break it anymore." !” Tears fell as he spoke.

"Don't worry, I will appoint you to treat it, but you have to tell me, where is the source of the well in your house, and does everyone around you drink the water from this well?" Old man Lang asked.

The old man thought for a while and said: "Yes, this well is connected to the county government. The households around us that live near the county government are all connected to the county government well. As for the county government well I don't know the source of it, you have to ask the county magistrate, he knows all these things in our county."

Old man Lang nodded to show that he knew, and called Qing Huan back. Qing Huan obediently walked over and took out the paper talisman.

Old man Lang's way of doing things is very smooth and cool, he looks unremarkable, wretched and sloppy, but when he is serious about things, he is very convincing, really like a hidden master. The old man was stunned when he saw the gesture of old man Lang. After old man Lang burned the talisman paper, Qing Huan took out the water bottle they carried with them, unscrewed it and gave it to the old man's wife, daughter-in-law, grandson and grandchildren. The blackness is gone.

The family is very grateful. Old man Lang told them not to drink the water in the well anymore. If they want to use water, they should go a long way outside the city to pick it up. The water in the whole city is not safe.

The three masters and apprentices visited a few more houses, only to find that the matter developed rapidly, and they didn't know how many houses the water source was connected to. It was too difficult to save.

"Master, what is the black air in the water?" Qing Huan asked when she encountered something she didn't understand. This is her good habit. Old man Lang is a very knowledgeable person, he can be said to have extremely rich experience in Taoism, if Qing Huan wants to learn, old man Lang is the best master.

"It's the accumulation of resentment, which turns into black smoke and melts into the water. If a person drinks it, he will get seriously ill or die if he drinks it. It's an ominous thing." Old man Lang sighed. "This time I'm in trouble. What the hell is this? How can ordinary ghosts be so powerful?"

"Ah!" Qing Huan exclaimed suddenly, startling old man Lang and the second senior brother. She blinked, and said pitifully, "We forgot about Senior Brother and Third Senior Brother. Also, we didn't have breakfast."

Having said that, the stomachs of old man Lang and the second senior brother also growled.

When I left yesterday, Qing Huan only prepared lunch and dinner, the senior brother had trouble with his legs and feet, and the third senior brother was often insane, can they take care of themselves! Thinking of this, Qing Huan was very worried.

The three master and apprentice ate a bowl of wonton hastily in the town, Qing Huan hurried back to the mountain to see the two people, and the second senior brother Lang continued to inquire about the center of the water source, the division of labor was very clear.

Back at the Taoist temple on the mountain, the senior brother and the third senior brother finished their breakfast. The stove was too high for the senior senior brother to reach. Fortunately, the third senior brother was conscious and cooked. After a night, the two of them were a little haggard, but otherwise fine.

Qing Huan fetched water to wipe the senior brother's face, hands and hair, mend the clothes that the third senior brother had torn yesterday, and then told them all that happened.