Upon hearing this, several old men looked at each other.
Jiang Sanshui first laughed heartily and said, "Hahaha, how could we be sick? Xiao Mo, I'm afraid you've made a wasted trip today."
"You can only know whether you are sick or not by examining them." In fact, when Morais said this, he had already scanned the bodies of several people with his Sky-Seeing Eyes.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but once you look at it, you will find that there are different numbers of small metal blocks in the bodies of several people.
Some are on the arms, some on the chest, and some on the abdomen.
Some people have only three, while others have as many as eight.
Morais knew immediately that these must be bullet fragments left behind on the battlefield.
The medical level in that era was far lower than it is today, so it is understandable that these fragments were not cleaned up.
Just from these gunshot wounds, one can see how brave and fearless these elderly people were back then. It is unknown how many times they have been to the gates of hell.
Although these fragments look scary, they have been in their bodies for many years and have become mixed with their flesh and blood. Even if they are not removed, there will not be any big problems.
Moreover, they are all old, and rash surgery to remove it may cause harm to their bodies.
Morais couldn't see any other symptoms, so he had to take the patient's pulse himself to find out.
Seeing that Mo Laishi was so persistent and the other party was Master Yun's disciple, the few of them stopped insisting.
Mo Laishi took their pulses one by one and frowned.
"What's wrong? Do we have any serious illness?" The impatient Ge Yandong asked impatiently.
Mo Laishi shook his head: "No, you are very healthy, healthier than many people of your age."
Upon hearing this, several people breathed a sigh of relief.
"See, I told you there's nothing wrong with our bodies. We're very healthy!" Jiang Sanshui laughed.
Indeed, Morais did not find any hidden illness in the elderly people, but he always felt that something was wrong.
He opened his Sky-Seeing Eyes again and scanned the bodies of the old men inch by inch.
This time it's much more careful than before.
Suddenly, Mo Laishi stood up abruptly with a serious expression.
Several people were shocked by Mo Laishi's reaction. Lu Jungong asked, "Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you?"
"Grandpas, have you ever been to some special places before, such as deep mountains and forests, or some hidden villages, etc.?" Mo Laishi asked with a frown.
After hearing this, they were stunned for a moment, and then fell into deep thought.
After a long while, Lu Jungong shook his head and said, "It seems not. I don't have any impression."
The others nodded in agreement.
Only Wu Yong rolled his eyes and suddenly shouted, "No, we have been to that kind of place."
The others all looked at Wu Yong, their faces filled with confusion.
"Do you remember that time before we were discharged from the army, we were on a mission at the South Vietnamese border. We got lost and ended up in a strange village?"
After Wu Yong's reminder, everyone remembered that this was indeed the case.
"Isn't that just an ordinary village? Is there anything wrong with it?" The village was indeed a bit strange, but Lu Jungong didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
"Grandpas, did you shed your own blood there at that time?" Morais asked.
"Yes, we were on a secret mission. After engaging in battle with the enemy, the six of us got separated from the main group and were lost for two days."
"When we arrived at the village, we were still bleeding. Fortunately, the village chief gave us food and helped bandage our wounds. Otherwise, we might not be alive today," said Lu Chenggong.
"Hey, Xiao Mo, what's wrong with us? Just tell me straight away, I'm almost dying of anxiety." Ge Yandong asked, grabbing his hair.
Mo Laishi's expression was solemn, and he slowly said, "You are not sick, but you have been cursed."
Just now, when Morais was examining the bodies of several people, he saw a layer of light gray mist three feet above their heads.
As the saying goes, there is a god above your head, and the same goes for curses.
If he hadn't investigated carefully this time, it would have been easily overlooked.
"Curse?" several people asked in unison.
"That's right, and this is not an ordinary curse. Is that village extremely sparsely populated, and most of them are elderly, with few young and middle-aged people?" Morais continued to ask questions.
Lu Jungong thought for a moment and replied, "Indeed, I asked the village chief that question at the time, and he said that all the young people were working away from home and would only come back once in a while."
"But when the village chief said this, I clearly felt that he was not telling the truth. But it was someone else's family matter after all, so I didn't continue to ask."
"That's right, one of you must be cursed with loneliness. Those who are cursed with this are destined to live alone for the rest of their lives. Even if your loved ones are right next to you, you will miss them for various reasons."
"Luckily, you are not from that village, so the curse you are under is not strong, otherwise it might endanger the lives of your family."
"It's a blessing in disguise that you just missed it now," Morais explained.
"There is such a curse? Damn it, we have no grudges against the people in that village, why do they treat us like this?" Ge Yandong slammed the table and said angrily.
Morais shook his head. "I don't think the people in that village deliberately wanted to harm you. Rather, the village itself was cursed. So when your blood dripped into the soil of that village, you were also infected with the curse."
"As for why the village was cursed, I don't know, but the fact that there are only a few lonely old people left there is the best evidence. I guess all the young and middle-aged people in the village have died."
When they heard this, their faces changed.
"Xiao Mo, do you have any way to break this curse? I dream of seeing my wife and children again in my lifetime." Zhang Quanhua grabbed Mo Laishi's arm tightly, his eyes were red, and his expression was very excited.
"Since I can cast a curse, I can certainly break it. However, I'm not familiar with curses, so I need to go back and study them."
Mo Laishi remembered that among those ancient books, there was one that talked about the art of incantation, which also introduced various methods of breaking the curse.
But at that time, Morais didn't think too deeply about it, and his energy was focused on how to strengthen the warriors.
"Okay, Xiao Mo, then I'll leave it to you. If you can let me see my family again, you will be my grandson in the future." Ge Yandong said excitedly.
Mo Laishi solemnly agreed.
But after hearing this, he always felt like something was wrong.
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