midnight.
The mountain village was silent, with only the sounds of crickets and insects.
In the dark room, Wuming suddenly opened his eyes, sat up expressionlessly, and looked at his mother sitting opposite him.
“There’s only one Groundhog Day left.”
Wuming touched his nose bridge. Just now, his head was cut open by Wang Zong's knife, and the knife was stuck in his nose bridge. It felt very uncomfortable.
He really didn't expect Wang Zong to be so strong and so fast.
It turns out that Wang Zong cannot be underestimated.
Wuming got down from the bed and started grinding various herbal powders and mixing the different powders together. He immediately took action.
Wang Zong will come to this village at noon tomorrow and slaughter everyone in the village. If you want to kill Wang Zong, you must set a trap as soon as possible.
The person living next door to him is the village chief, who is also the village witch doctor.
Originally Wuming thought that the other party was a priest or something like that, but yesterday he heard someone call him a witch doctor, but the other party spoke very quietly and Wuming did not hear the specific content clearly.
But according to common sense in the universe, witch doctors are not real doctors, but more like masters of poison. Because medicine and poison are inseparable, they have the ability to treat others.
The village chief's house must have a large amount of poison. If it had been prepared in advance, it might not be impossible to poison Wang Zong.
The problem was that he couldn't possibly tell the village chief that someone would come and kill everyone in the village tomorrow at noon. Besides, even if he did, the village chief would definitely not believe it.
"Village chief, have a good sleep!"
Wuming went to the village chief's house and blew the powder into the house with a bamboo tube.
About ten minutes later, he slowly walked into the village chief's house, first took a look at the village chief who was sleeping in the room, then sniffed around, and followed the smell into the pharmacy.
Sure enough, the village chief’s house had a lot of medicinal herbs. He found them one by one and started to mix the poison.
However, when he squatted down to look for other poisons, he accidentally found a pile of little finger bones. Judging from the size and shape of the bones, these fingers should be the little fingers of adults, and they were all the little fingers of the right hand.
"One, two, three, four, five..."
Wuming counted them and found that there were as many as fifteen little finger bones, and these little finger bones all had a characteristic: they were slightly bent at the ends.
He looked at his little finger, and sure enough, it was also slightly bent. This seemed to be a rare feature of herbalists. At least other villagers did not have this condition.
"Ahem, Asheng, you shouldn't come in." Suddenly, an old voice came from outside the door.
The village chief woke up faster than Wuming expected. He was holding a cane and looking at Wuming with an unfriendly look.
"Sorry, but I'm here anyway." Wuming stood up and said with a smile.
The village chief coughed twice again, then sighed and said, "Well, then go and die."
Suddenly, an arm covered with strange tumors stretched out from the window. Wuming quickly squatted down to avoid it. Then Asheng's mother's head broke through the window and looked at Wuming with an almost crazy look.
"Has she always been under your control?" Wuming rolled over and came between the old man and his mother, and couldn't help asking.
The village chief nodded and said, "Yes, she is my blood and sweat. As long as she is still in the village, she can protect the village from any attacks by demons and monsters. So everyone in the village should thank me. You can live safely until now, and that is all thanks to me!"