Chapter 501: Gu Nu
Just then, the bearded man came in cheerfully carrying a copper kettle.
He placed two tea bowls on the table, poured a cup of tea, and said cheerfully:
"This is tea made from goat milk. It tastes delicious. My wife taught me how to make it."
Ye Xiaomei pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly.
At this time, the bearded man realized that the atmosphere was not right. He glanced at his wife and saw tears in her eyes. He quickly put down the copper kettle:
"What's wrong? Is the child's illness recurring?"
The woman looked up and ignored the man. She just looked at Ye Xiaomei and knelt down immediately:
"I know that your highest etiquette is to kowtow. I kowtow to you, my Lord. I have waited for so many years, just hoping that you will show mercy and treat my child's illness."
Ye Xiaomei was stunned. Was he going to treat the thing in the room that was either a human or a ghost?
At this moment, the bearded man couldn't laugh anymore. He had always been honest and simple-minded, and only cared about making money. He thought that if he made enough money to treat his child's illness, he could also cure his wife's mental illness.
I didn't expect that the god who came to me in my dream could treat me?
Thinking of this, the bearded man quickly knelt down and said, "If the gods appear, please cure my son. I am willing to give you all the money I have saved over the years."
Ye Xiaomei's heart sank. She couldn't tell whether the thing in the room was a human or a ghost. The aura was particularly weird.
"It is true that I know a little bit about medicine, but I have no idea how to treat your son's illness."
After saying this, Ye Xiaomei had only one thought in her mind: find time to run away.
Who was the idiot who was plotting against Ye Xiaomei? How could she even do such a thing as seeing things in dreams? Did she really think she was a god?
There is a sure-kill weapon in this world - flattery.
"Enzun will definitely be able to save us." The woman suddenly raised her voice and crawled on her knees to block Ye Xiaomei.
Good guy, you should have planned it out when you entered the room. Let her move inside and sit near the door yourself.
Before Ye Xiaomei raised her foot and put it down, the five fingers in her shoe grabbed the sole hard, and she really wanted to kick her away.
But seeing her frail body, Ye Xiaomei was really afraid of kicking her to death.
He loosened his toes and slowly dropped to the ground: "I really don't have this ability. Your so-called dream must be a trick by someone who knows sorcery. If I had so much money like you, I would just go to a big city to see a doctor."
Apart from this explanation that can justify herself, Ye Xiaomei can't find any other excuses.
Seeing that Ye Xiaomei no longer wanted to leave in a hurry, the woman quickly said softly:
"Old Five, please go out first. I will have a good talk with Enzun."
Lao Wu looked at his wife stupidly, kowtowed to Enzun, stood up, obediently walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him.
Tang Bushi had already walked around and was standing at the door drinking the cup of goat milk tea that Lao Wu had just poured for him.
Tang Buci naturally would not let it go, and rushed over: "Big brother, what's wrong?"
Lao Wu looked into the room worriedly, but he couldn't hear what the two people in the room said. He sighed and said:
"My dear brother, to tell you the truth, my son has been ill since he was born. He always has small pimples on his skin and pus. It is most serious when the seasons change..."
"Oh, this kind of disease?" Tang Buzhi didn't mind making a fuss and started chatting with the person in a casual manner.
In the house.
"Since birth."
The woman said to Ye Xiaomei with a heavy heart:
"Enzun can definitely cure it, otherwise, I wouldn't have received the guidance of my ancestors before leaving Miaojiang. Now that I have met you, it means you must have a way."
Ye Xiaomei looked out the window and saw that the window bars were tightly closed:
"Well, if you say it's a skin disease, maybe there's a way to treat it. Let me take a look first."
What Ye Xiaomei wanted to say most was that she had to leave immediately after she was cured.
"please"
When they were led to the door of the next room, Ye Xiaomei's mind moved, and a ripple-like shape appeared in her Yang spirit, and the breath that was fed back became clearer.
It makes people feel particularly uncomfortable.
With a creak, the door opened.
Ye Xiaomei had no choice but to take a look. There was a hollow object on the bed that seemed to be supported by bamboo strips, and it was covered with a thin quilt.
"When the seasons change, the child will have pus and rashes on his body, so he can't cover himself with a blanket. So Mr. Wu thought of a way to make a support with bamboo strips."
As she spoke, the woman lifted the quilt, and sure enough, under the arched support that looked like a pig cage lay a child with dark skin and a face full of acne.
He was so skinny that he curled up in a ball. Even his pillow was made of bamboo, and there was a lot of liquid on the gauze on it.
Because his body was covered with bumps, the child had never worn clothes and could not cover himself with a blanket, which seriously affected his appearance.
Huh? Ye Xiaomei suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. Why did it smell like a black toad?
Yes, it stinks. Ye Xiaomei originally thought it was the fishy smell after pus was removed.
However, if it were really that simple, it would be fine. The smell mixed in it is not simply fishy, but simply smelly.
What's going on?
Looking closely, I saw that the child had some black pustules on his body that had not yet broken, and they really looked a bit like the pimples on the black toad's body.
Oh my god, could this auntie have given birth to a Black Toad?
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaomei shook her head. How could it be possible?
"Born?" Ye Xiaomei asked subconsciously.
"Enzun, it is indeed innate. I have been like this since birth. That is why I was even driven out of my hometown."
The woman looked at Ye Xiaomei with an urgent look: "Enzun, please save him."
"Wait." Ye Xiaomei interrupted immediately: "If I remember correctly, I heard from your husband that you are from Miaojiang?"
The woman's pleading eyes froze for a moment, and a sense of vigilance and fear flashed across her:
"Yes, my ancestral home is in Miaojiang, but since I followed Lao Wu, I have never been back. Enzun, please show up this time and save my son. I am willing to work for you like a cow or a horse."
Ye Xiaomei took out a handkerchief and placed it on the little boy's arm.
It was just two seconds and Ye Xiaomei felt goosebumps on her back.
His pulse and breathing were no better than Mr. Shu's whose soul had left his body, which meant that the little boy's soul was incomplete and his vitality was so weak that he could be considered dead, but he did have signs of life.
Ye Xiaomei squinted her eyes and looked at the pimple-faced boy who was breathing weakly and closing his eyes. She seemed to have made up her mind and she pulled away all the coverings.
The woman was stunned for a moment, and her reflexive action to step forward to stop him came to an abrupt halt.
Ye Xiaomei still saw that under the bamboo cage, the little boy's lower body was almost shrunk, his legs were deformed, and they were not even as thick as the arms of an ordinary seven or eight-year-old child.
But the belly was frighteningly big, and even the reproductive signs of a boy were so shrunk that it was hard to tell the gender.
Ye Xiaomei's heart sank. She finally understood why there were magnetic field fluctuations that made her unclear whether it was from a human or a ghost when Yang Shen probed it just now.
However, seeing it with her own eyes still frightened her and she took two steps back. At the same time, Ye Xiaomei became more certain in her heart:
"If you don't tell the truth, I can't save you even if I have great abilities."
As soon as these words were spoken, the woman who had just been trying to hold on to him suddenly fell to the ground.
She was in her twilight years, and murmured in dismay:
"The whole story started when I was sixteen, which was the most grand coming-of-age ceremony in Miaojiang.
I am the only chosen Gu girl in my family. I have been learning Gu arts from the elders since I was three years old. Every Gu girl has her own natal Gu. The natal Gu is made from five kinds of Gu insects raised in the same Gu pot. They are starved and allowed to kill each other. The remaining one can then be used as the natal Gu. Mine is a black toad. "
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