Zhao Wei squatted down and carefully examined the wounds on the injured young man's body, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
The weather is hot, and the edges of the wounds where the condensation occurs are noticeably black.
"I'll have someone take you there to see your wounds first."
This place is relatively close to the town's health center, so he asked the young men in the village to be responsible for one area each and let them go ahead.
As for the medical expenses, he paid them first.
Otherwise, even if the wound rots, these young people will grit their teeth and not go to see the wound.
…
Deep in the forest, the battle among the herb-collecting teams became increasingly fierce.
Lin Qinghe's silver needles pierced into the enemy's acupuncture points like lightning, and no one who was pierced would escape the fate of having their mouths and eyes crooked.
Lin Qinghe didn't even look at it.
His Taoist heart has been broken, and now he can't save people, but can only stab them.
These people are not good people, so... just die!
He rushed towards one of them without hesitation. From the time he saw them to the time his eyes focused on them, it took only a few seconds, and he had already killed four or five people.
Seeing that the situation was not good, these people fled in all directions.
Lin Qinghe finally put away the silver needles and had no way to continue dealing with those people.
At this moment, there was only coldness in his eyes and his heart, without any trace of the compassion he had in the past.
The villagers who followed him were shocked by his indifference and aloofness, and no one dared to urge him.
It wasn't until a sharp bird cry suddenly broke the strange atmosphere.
"Hey... send someone down the mountain to tell your president what happened here!"
Although he didn't want to meddle in other people's business, his intuition told him that what happened in this place could be big or small.
It is inevitable that people will be jealous of this village as it has developed so well.
…
Zhao Wei watched the wounded being carried away, his fingertips stroking the iron plate in his arms. He called the militia captain Er Xiao and whispered in his ear for a while. The latter's face was stern, and he immediately called the troops to act separately.
As night fell, Zhao Wei squatted alone behind a haystack next to a rice field.
In the moonlight, several dark shadows sneaked towards the ridge of the field.
"I'm waiting for you, catch me!"
Zhao Wei stood up suddenly and pointed his shotgun at the other person's eyebrows.
Several people raised their hands instantly, but they couldn't open their eyes because of the sudden lighting of the torches - dozens of militiamen rushed out from all directions and surrounded them.
"President Zhao, there must be a misunderstanding!"
The leader broke out in a cold sweat.
"I didn't do anything..." Before he could finish his words, Expert Yan rushed over holding a pottery jar and said, "We found this in your firewood room!"
The pottery jar was filled with black powder, exactly the same as the toxin on the rice seedlings.
Zhao Wei sneered and wanted to see how this man would explain.
The man's expression had already changed suddenly, and in the midst of the unpredictable changes, he lowered his head in shame.
"This is my thing, but... it's not mine."
This sounded very nonsensical, but no one present wanted to interrupt him.
Some words, once opened, should be finished by others. If you cross it out, it is easy to hold it back.
Soon, an identical pottery jar was found in the homes of these arrested people.
These things are not very special, but they are different from the styles that people in the village like to use.
Zhao Wei could tell that this thing and the iron dice in his hand came from the same place.
This place is the Mouse Village next door.
While people in the surrounding area were busy digging canals to fight drought, it was unexpected that these people could actually sleep until dawn, eating and sleeping to pass the time.
It would be more satisfying to let them rob houses than to let them do things!
"Tell me, what's the name of the poison you used?" Zhao Wei slammed the iron dice heavily on the stone table, sparks flying.
The leading man shrank his neck, his Adam's apple rolling up and down: "It's... it's Liu Damazi from Mouse Village. He said that as long as we spread poison on the rice fields, he will give us ten yuan!"
"This liar, they actually cheated us. In the end, no one got even a dollar. It's so infuriating."
Before he finished speaking, Dahei's cry suddenly came from the distance, sounding a little anxious and frightened.
Zhao Wei's face changed drastically. He gripped his shotgun tightly and shouted to the militia captain Er Xiao, "Keep an eye on them. I'll go home and check on the situation!"
When I turned around, I saw a villager running out of the mountain, panting - it was the person sent down the mountain by the herb-collecting team to report the news.
"Lin... Master Lin and the others..."
The villager almost fainted before he could finish his words. Zhao Wei quickly patted his back and then asked, "Where is my master? Is he okay?"
After taking a sip of the well water, the villager sighed contentedly, and then said, "When we were in the mountains, we stumbled along the way. First, we encountered a terrible snake cave trap, and we were almost killed by this trap."
"We encountered another sneak attack later. Oh my God, our Doctor Lin's acupuncture skills are really first-rate. He pierced those people so hard that they lost their temper. Tsk tsk..."
Zhao Wei's heart was in his throat as the villagers told his story. The herb-picking team first encountered a snake cave trap. He could imagine that thrilling scene.
Before he could ask in detail, the villager continued, "Those people were too fierce. Master Lin asked us to hide first, and he rushed forward to fight those people. Really, he fought very hard."
The villagers said this with a thankful tone, "Thanks to Master Lin and his silver needles, they were very powerful and helped to pierce several important people. If you could have seen it on the spot, you would have been very shocked."
Zhao Wei's fists were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound, and his nails dug deeply into his palms.
He was just about to ask about the whereabouts of his master when he heard the sound of dogs barking in the distance, mixed with sharp whistles.
The militia captain Erxiao ran over with a pale face and said, "Boss, there is movement at the entrance of the village. Many unjust people are coming towards the village. I'm afraid they have bad intentions!"
"Lock up those people from before and keep them under strict guard!"
Zhao Wei handed the captured villagers over to other militiamen, then turned to Expert Yan and said, "Comrade Yan, I'm sorry to bother you with your conscience. Take some people to protect the rice fields. We can't let them keep working nonstop!"
He took Erxiao and the remaining militiamen and rushed towards the village entrance.
He is going to find someone.
Tiesuo hasn't appeared for a long time, so it seems a bit strange that we are so distant.
This is not a good phenomenon.
Zhao Wei's palms were covered with cold sweat, and the barking of dogs and whistles in his ears became increasingly harsh.
A figure passed by the old house and rushed towards Mouse Village like a ghost.
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