He even doubted whether the magic weapon really existed. The witch said it existed 100%, but there was no way to find its exact location. He and his men could only search for it secretly.
It's a pity that after so many years of searching, he still hasn't found it. If he had found it, he would have left long ago. Who would be willing to be a bandit here? He is the most capable general around the witch.
Naituanzi stood up, pointed at You Guangchao, and asked in a childish voice, "Are you from Xizhao?"
Ying Guangming was stunned, looked at You Guangchao suspiciously, and asked in surprise: "Second brother! Are you really from Xizhao? Didn't you say you were from a remote tribe in Nanyun?"
You Guangchao stared at Chu Xiaoxiao and asked, "Why do you suspect that I am from Xizhao? What evidence do you have?"
[Humph! Of course I have evidence. Now is not the time to talk about it. I already know where the magic weapon you are looking for is.]
Naituanzi shook his head: "No, evidence. I think you look like a Xizhao person."
"Have you seen the Xizhao people?"
You Guangchao frowned slightly, not understanding how a two or three-year-old child could see his hidden identity? He had been in Meishanbao for five years, but Ying Guangming hadn't figured it out, but a little kid who had just come up the mountain had figured it out.
This child is too smart. We can't keep her. We'll kill her tonight.
[You want to kill me? Okay, okay! Let me see how capable you are. ]
“I have.” The little girl nodded, her chubby chin trembling slightly. “In Nanyun, they wanted to kidnap me, but they all died.”
You Guangchao asked anxiously: "How did he die?"
He tilted his head and pursed his lips to think carefully. When he came up with the answer, his wrinkled little face instantly blossomed into a smile like a flower.
"They were killed by the Hai family, who turned into ghosts."
[I won’t tell you the truth, I’ll just piss you off to death. ]
Ying Guangming was very shocked. Hai family? Is it the Hai family of Hai Yuntian, the master of Botian Village? The ghost of the Hai family killed the people of Xizhao? Why?
You Guangzhao's eyes widened, and the ferocity in them was obvious. He wanted to scare the little girl in front of him, so his voice doubled.
"Are you telling the truth? Are you not lying?"
[Humph! Do you think you can scare me by pretending to be scary? You Guangchao! You underestimate me.]
The little girl smiled sweetly: "I'm not lying, it's true!"
You Guangchao ignored Chu Xiaoxiao, said something to Ying Guangming, turned and left. He was going to make some arrangements to kill this hateful girl tonight.
It was already evening when they arrived at Meishan Fort, and Naituanzi was taken by Ying Guangming to the room of the three children.
The two boys were in the outer room, and the girls lived in the inner room. They were all older children. They were lying on the ground with weak limbs, and they relied on their heads to arch forward to move their stiff bodies.
When the baby came in, the two boys looked up at her and were overjoyed to see that it was a little sister. There had been no guests at home for a long time. Since they got sick, the children outside did not dare to get close to them for fear of being infected.
"Ying Haiyue! Ying Haixing! This is the Dongsheng National Master, who has come here specially to treat you." Ying Guangming explained Chu Xiaoxiao's identity to his two sons.
The eldest son Ying Haiyue's eyes were shining: "Really? Dongsheng National Master! Dad! You are so amazing that you can invite the National Master to treat us. You will definitely be able to cure us this time, right? I can still run around the mountains and plains like before, right?"
The second son looked outside the door longingly, and his eyes became red as he looked.
"It's been a long time since I last visited the winter plum tree I planted. After so much time, it should have grown very tall, right? Has it bloomed yet?"
Ying Lele from the inner room came out with her head arched, her face full of excitement: "Dad! There are guests at home? And it's a cute little sister, I like her so much. Little sister! Are you the Dongsheng Imperial Master? Can you cure my illness?"
[Alas! Poor Ying family brothers and sisters, you are not sick, but have been cast under a spell. It is not difficult to cure, but we need to dig out your grandmother's body and burn it. I wonder if your father will agree.]
"Yes!" The little girl nodded vigorously, then drooped her face and said, "There is trouble."
Ying Guangming knew that the children's illnesses were not so easy to cure, so there would definitely be trouble. He squatted down and asked in a friendly manner, "What trouble? Tell me, and I'll do it."
Milk ball squatted on the ground, but felt uncomfortable squatting, so he just sat down on his butt and stuffed the milk bottle into the small cloth bag he was carrying.
That small cloth bag is only slightly bigger than a child's palm, how could it possibly fit such a big milk jug?
Ying Lele shouted anxiously: "Little sister! Your cloth bag is too small to hold the milk jug."
Milk ball smiled sweetly at her and continued to stuff the milk bottle into the cloth bag carefully. No one knew how she did it, but she saw her pair of white and tender little hands pulling on the left and right, and the milk bottle was stuffed steadily into the small cloth bag.
The entire milk jug was basically stuffed in, leaving only the lid of the milk jug outside the cloth bag.
Only at this moment did Ying Guangming completely believe that Master Dongsheng was not a ignorant child, she had her own set of rules for doing things.
For example, using a small cloth to wrap a milk jug seems impossible, but she did it very steadily.
"Master! If you have any trouble, please tell me. As long as my children are fine, I am willing to do anything for them."
Naituanzi looked at the three people on the ground. Others might not be able to see them, but she could see that the three people were tied up with circles of ropes.
That's called the Soul-Binding Rope. The witch from Xizhao was vicious and actually harmed people just to find a magic weapon.
Judging from the three siblings of the Ying family, the curse of the soul rope was not cast directly on them, but on their elder, who has already died.
Resentment arose, and part of the power of the soul-binding rope was transferred to blood ties. This was the power of the witchcraft curse.
Cursing one generation can cause three generations to suffer.
The witch of Xizhao is very calculating. In order to get the artifact for herself, she came up with such a brilliant idea.
The old man's death can be made into a death of illness, thus escaping the punishment of heaven. The curse will be transferred to her descendants, and the karma will not be counted on the witch.
This is the power of her cunning mind. If she hadn't come, the witch's plan would definitely succeed. But now that she is here, all the calculations are in vain.
She must take that magic weapon away and will not leave it in Meishan anymore.
"Tonight, later, we'll talk."
Ying Guangming was stunned: "Why?"
"Heaven's secret."
After saying these two words with his big eyes blinking, Naituanzi covered his mouth and smiled meaningfully.
Ying Guangming was stunned, as if the imperial teacher's smile contained countless slaps in the face, which were mercilessly thrown at him.
Although he didn't understand why the national teacher laughed, he always felt uneasy in his heart.
Did the Imperial Master see something? Otherwise, how could her smile make people feel so uncomfortable?
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