Xiuhua also got red crystal!
At this moment, Zhou Zhilu finally understood why the wounds on Xiuhua's body were filled with demonic energy.
It was not as he had initially guessed, that she was slaughtered by the demons, but because Xiuhua herself had already transformed into a demon at that time, but it had not yet affected her appearance.
That's why the green color dyed by the demon-transforming powder is so light because it lacks demonic energy.
So...who is locked up in the wooden house on the mountain, Wang Qian or...Xiuhua herself?
What role does Wang Qian play in this case?
Zhou Zhilu was lost in thought and didn't hear Wang Ren's cry from the side.
"Hey! What are you thinking about?"
"Ah? Oh, is the medicine ready?" Zhou Zhilu came to his senses and asked hurriedly.
"Well, take it and drink it in three times." Wang Ren poured the medicine into a bamboo kettle and handed it to Zhou Zhilu.
Then he gave her a few more pills: "These are for pain and itching, and some to calm the nerves. Although the effect is not great, but... you should still take them."
Zhou Zhilu nodded and said sincerely, "Thank you, old sir."
Then he turned around and was about to leave.
Just as he reached the door, an old woman called him.
"Sir, has your friend eaten anything strange recently?"
Zhou Zhilu's eyes flickered, and he asked softly, "Why do you ask that, Madam?"
The old woman hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "Since my son left, I've observed the people who come to buy medicine. I suspect this strange disease... seems to be caused by eating something, not..."
"Old woman! What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Before the old woman could finish her words, Wang Ren came out of the house with a serious face and interrupted her harshly.
The old woman didn't dare to say anything more after hearing this. She turned around and left with a hunched back.
Wang Ren sighed at Zhou Zhilu, "Go away! We... don't know anything, and we don't dare to say anything."
Zhou Zhilu looked at Wang Ren with a complicated expression, then turned his head and said softly, "It will be fine."
Then he left quickly.
Seeing Zhou Zhilu leave, Wang Ren was completely relieved. When he looked down, he saw that a tael of silver had been placed on the wooden table beside him at some point.
…
After returning to the wooden house, Zhou Zhilu fed Ling Qingxue the medicine and sat by her side, waiting.
But in the second half of the night, Ling Qingxue fell ill again!
Ling Qingxue was seen in a semi-conscious state with a look of pain on her face. Her body curled up little by little, and her hands were scratching her body tightly.
Zhou Zhilu fed the pill with great effort, but unfortunately there was no improvement.
Just when he was at a loss, a noise suddenly came from outside the wooden house.
"who?!"
Zhou Zhilu shouted loudly, then suddenly rushed to the door, only to see a huge black shadow disappear into the alley in the distance.
Considering Ling Qingxue lying in the house, he finally didn't chase after her.
Just as I was about to go back to the house, I found a tattered book on the ground at the door of the wooden house.
Zhou Zhilu picked it up and brought it back into the house.
The book was not thick, just a few sheets of paper fastened together.
The moment he opened the book, Zhou Zhilu's eyes widened instantly because he recognized the font in the book.
This is the same font as the one on the wooden board next to the wooden house on the mountain in Xiliu Village. It is Xiuhua's words!
It only records:
“On the tenth day of the eleventh month, he had a fever and some sheep. He went to the doctor and was given medicine, but he was still not well. He said the sheep were fine, but the fever was gone.
“On November 11, I gave Pingxin medicine and he got a little better.
"November 12th, it broke out again. Pingxin's medicine is no longer effective...
…
"On November 15th, I had to experience it myself, went to Oyuan, and ate red qi.
"November 16th, eyes closed, very sheepish, very o, used cold water, no use.
“On November 17, I went to see a doctor. The medicine worked the first and second time, but then it stopped working.
…
"November 25th, I used a knife on my hand. The blood loss helped, and I'm much better now.
"On November 26, the attack occurred again, and I pulled a few more times.
…
“Too many times… He’s getting better…
“My head is no longer working, I can’t walk…I can’t see him anymore.
"I'm sorry, I can't do it anymore...
"I'm sorry..."
The lines of records in the book were like a bolt from the blue to Zhou Zhilu!
So that's how it is... At this moment, countless clues were connected together, all the doubts were solved one after another, and he finally understood the whole story of the case.
But right now, there are more important things than this case!
Zhou Zhilu walked quickly to Ling Qingxue's side, drew out his long knife, hesitated for a moment, and then gently cut a wound on Ling Qingxue's wrist.
If what Xiuhua recorded was correct, then this was the only way to alleviate Qingxue's pain...
Blood flowed out of Ling Qingxue's veins like a stream, flowing around her wrist and onto the ground.
“Tick…tick…”
Zhou Zhilu grabbed Ling Qingxue's arm, his face full of anxiety.
However, it wasn't long before he raised his brows and a look of relief filled his face.
Ling Qingxue finally stopped struggling, and the pain on her face gradually faded.
"Haha, it works! It really works! Hahahaha that's great!" Zhou Zhilu shouted excitedly.
What was recorded in that book was indeed Xiuhua’s resistance process after being infected with red crystal!
Old Mrs. Liu from Xiliu Village said that Xiuhua can read, but that is relative to other villagers. Compared with Zhou Zhilu and others, Xiuhua can only write some simple Chinese characters.
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