"Okay, don't make fun of me at this time, okay?" I said angrily, "What are you going to do next?"
"Of course it led the snake out of its hole." Zhu Xuan smiled, "Now our advantage is obvious, thanks to the mysterious behind-the-scenes person who made us go around in circles all day, so we know far more than the culprit. "
I nodded, and the plan was born between me and Zhuxuan.
"Mr. Yang." I called out to the old man from behind, and handed him the prescription, "This is the prescription that Zhuxuan prescribed after his wife's diagnosis. Go to the pharmacy and get the medicine back. It should be effective."
"That's it." The old man took the prescription and put it in his arms carefully, "I'll go right away."
After the old man left, Zhu Xuan came out of the room.
"Give it to him?"
I nodded, "No problem."
"Okay." Zhu Xuan said with satisfaction, "Then let's start."
Soon after, Mr. Yang caught the medicine back. Like the previous two times, I asked Mr. Yang to decoct the medicine.
"... Zhuxuan and I just help make dinner."
"Then, how can it be..." Mr. Yang really tried to evade. I didn't listen to what he had to say, I just pushed his shoulders and pushed him out the door.
"Okay, don't be too polite, you are responsible for decocting your medicine!"
"Yes, but—"
"If there is any situation, you can yell to the kitchen, and Zhuxuan and I will come out!"
Mr. Yang sighed, shook his head, and walked into the room.
The room in which the old woman lay was very dark, and very stuffy from lack of ventilation. The four sides of the room are pasted with so-called talisman papers that look like ghostly drawn talismans. Mr. Yang walked in, looked at the paper talisman and snorted coldly.
"What kind of talisman paper? It's just a child's random scribbles. It's ridiculous to say that he is a master."
Holding the medicine bowl, Mr. Yang walked into the room slowly, not forgetting to turn around and close the door.
The old woman was lying on the bed in the room, covered with a quilt, having difficulty breathing, and her face was covered with beads of sweat.
Mr. Yang approached the bed slowly, and slowly sat on the side. He first put down the medicine bowl, bent down, and began to sniff around the old woman's face in an almost greedy attitude, and there was a strange moaning sound mixed with several voices in his throat.
"What bad luck."
"Unlucky."
"Poor woman, poor family."
"What's so pitiful, we're staring at—"
"It's her pleasure!"
Mr. Yang twisted his neck in dissatisfaction, and roared in a low voice: "Why are you making so much noise, you can't calm down and work first, it's too noisy!"
All the voices disappeared immediately, leaving Mr. Yang alone.
I saw a purple-red tongue sticking out of Mr. Yang's mouth, and that terrifying tongue extended into the soup bowl containing the medicine. In an instant, a strong stench permeated the room, the densest of which was of course the bowl of soup medicine.
"Okay, old lady, drink this bowl of medicine, and you will get better soon." Mr. Yang let out a burst of intermittent laughter, and put the bowl to the old woman's lips, "I'm lying to you." .”
However, at this moment, the old woman suddenly opened her eyes suddenly, and stretched out a hand from under the quilt, grabbing Mr. Yang's wrist holding the medicine bowl.
With a "pop", Mr. Yang dropped the soup bowl to the ground in shock. The medicinal soup was spilled on the ground, and there was a "hissing" sound on the ground, and a puff of corrosion smoke came out.
"So that's it. So that's how you killed this family?" The old woman said, but the voice belonged to a boy.
That's when I rushed in from behind the door I had been hiding in.
"It really is you!"
The "old lady" on the bed sneered, a white light flashed, and the old lady turned into Zhuxuan.
Mr. Yang visibly panicked, shook off Zhu Xuan's hand, and took a few steps back.
"You, what are you talking about, I can't understand at all. Didn't you ask me to decoct the medicine and bring it to her? I just followed suit..."
"Really? Still pretending to be stupid." Zhu Xuan lifted the quilt and stood up, snorting coldly, "Do you want me to remind you again? Or do you have forgotten who you are?"
Mr. Yang was still trying to pretend to be stupid, "I don't understand what you said."
"Really?" Zhuxuan bent down, picked up the medicine bowl that fell on the ground, and turned the bottom of the bowl towards Mr. Yang, "I'm afraid that the medicine soup in this bowl was made by you adding ingredients. Kill the old woman. I almost forgot, this is your specialty. It's a pity that Mr. Yang's wife has been moved to another room by us now, so she won't be harmed by you. And you, you are not Mr. Yang at all, I am afraid that the real Mr. Yang has been killed by you long ago?"
Last night I found the medicine bowl that had been thrown aside in the yard, and the liquid flowing out of it gave off a rancid smell that I am familiar with. And Zhuxuan was only responsible for prescribing the medicine, Mr. Yang was the one who decocted and fed the medicine, and Zhuxuan and I didn't intervene during this period.
So of course, I quickly pointed the finger of suspicion at Mr. Yang. It's just that I didn't expect Zhuxuan to be able to tell the other party's identity so clearly, which still surprised me.
"Miasma, no matter how high the dose is, it still takes too long to take effect. At first, it just makes people dizzy and unconscious. Therefore, after feeding the medicine, there is an illusion that the old woman's condition is stable. "Zhu Xuan put the bowl aside and stared at Mr. Yang closely, "As a monster, he would learn to poison people like a human being, which puzzled me for a long time. But after thinking about it carefully, I understood Yes. You pretended to be a human being, and even imitated human beings to poison you to conceal your identity. The purpose is to murder me and Gu Yu, the two guests, without saying a word! You see that we are guests, and our identities are different. We are Taoist priests, we don’t know the depth of our ability, so we use this method to test it out.”
Zhu Xuan said sharply: "Let me ask you, where is the real Mr. Yang?"
Mr. Yang—No, Wu Qigui smiled. That smile did not look like a human expression at all, the corners of the mouth were raised high, the lips were rolled back, and the tongue was exposed. Several different voices rang out at the same time.
"It's exposed."
"It's exposed."
"What a clever Taoist priest."
"He's asking us something."
"Where is that old man?"
"He's right here!"
As he spoke, Mr. Yang's appearance began to change. I was surprised to see that the entire skin of Mr. Yang's appearance had fallen off, starting from the mouth, the skin was completely torn. And what came out of the skin was a strange creature that I had never seen before.
No, say one... more like five different creatures.