Zhao Ji used Mingyue and Su Rou to test it and found that the most accurate distance was one meter.

Now Zhao Ji had a clear idea of ​​what was going on, and he even wanted to find the miracle doctor to get more information.

But the miracle doctor was elusive and only came to Zhao Ji once a day. Today was obviously the time he came to dispense the medicine.

If he wanted to find another miracle doctor, he would probably have to wait until tomorrow, so Zhao Ji could only suppress his excitement and wait quietly until tomorrow.

The next afternoon, the miracle doctor slowly came over.

Zhao Ji was not in good condition either, as his movements were too obvious. He could only sit there quietly like before and wait for the doctor to feed him.

But just like every time before, the doctor needed to walk in front of Zhao Ji when feeding him, and even needed to gently place the insect on Zhao Ji's skin.

So this distance is just right.

Zhao Ji looked at the bugs crawling on his skin and said, "Master, what exactly are you trying to teach me? You can't be testing medicine on me, right?"

The miracle doctor remained silent, but just frowned impatiently.

And Zhao Ji also heard the miracle doctor's thoughts at this time.

[What does this damn kid ask every day? 】

[He is not from the royal family, does he really think I will teach him? He is too naive. It is already an honor for this kid to be my medicine man! I have fed him so many precious poisonous insects. It would be great if there was a poisonous insect that could make him mute, so that I don’t have to listen to his nagging every day! ]

Zhao Ji heard the divine doctor's voice, and then he asked, "I've heard that those who know witchcraft are mostly from royal families. Master, are you also from the royal family? Then why don't you go back? Why do you stay in this place?"

Zhao Ji's question was almost too clear.

But the miracle doctor remained silent and said nothing. It was obvious that silence is golden and silence can answer all questions.

But Zhao Ji could clearly read the inner voice of the miracle doctor:

[Royal family... This shameful identity and bloodline is something I can never get rid of! ]

[But so what? Without this dirty bloodline, how could I learn witchcraft? How could I continue my research on resurrection from the dead?]

[As for going back... Haha, the royal family has lived in that poisonous miasma for generations. Without the medicine specially prepared by the royal family, how can they go in and out? ]

[But even if they kick me out and don't give me the miasma medicine, what does that matter? Isn't that so-called medicine just because it contains the most important detoxification flower? ]

[It’s not like I can’t grow it! ]

The miracle doctor is now lost in his own memories, his face looking a little hideous.

However, he did not care about Zhao Ji, nor did he care about Zhao Ji's inquiring eyes. He kept staring at the miracle doctor.

On the surface, he is playing the role of a curious baby.

But in fact, Zhao Ji almost figured it all out.

"I really don't know where those so-called royal families of Southern Xinjiang live... If I have the chance, I really want to visit them! I believe that the witchcraft they have learned is also quite powerful!"

Since Zhao Jijianshenyi didn't reply to him, he pretended to be disappointed, lowered his head and muttered softly.

But in fact, the gods could hear his so-called whisper clearly, and Zhao Ji just wanted the doctor to hear it clearly.

[This young man wants to get into the royal family? Not to mention that the royal family changes every year, the location changes very frequently. Even the Qilin Mountain where they are located, how many people come here every year to get lost at the bottom of the mountain? And the more this happens, the more fools like this come! Forget it, what does it have to do with me? ]

The miracle doctor turned around and left indifferently.

At the same time, Zhao Ji once again used his internal energy to refine the poisonous insects he had eaten today.

After finally refining it successfully, he burped skillfully.

I have to say, these things are really nutritious.

Zhao Ji felt that if he continued to eat like this, he might become a fat man.

After all, my complexion has become a lot more rosy during this period, and even my body has become a little stronger.

Zhao Ji estimated that the miracle doctor probably didn't have many poisonous insects left.

The evidence is that before, this miracle doctor always fed Zhao Ji a lot of poisonous insects, of all kinds.

But recently, the amount of food fed has been getting less and less, but the quality of the poisonous insects is obviously getting higher and higher.

The miracle doctor also imposed fewer and fewer restrictions on Zhao Ji.

The main reason was that Zhao Ji was too cooperative. He would open his mouth when asked to, make cuts when asked to, and eat the poisonous insects when asked to.

Therefore, Zhao Ji's current range of activities has evolved to the entire Rotten Alley.

Now that he had acquired new skills, Zhao Ji naturally went to the door to take a look at the beggars who were sleeping on the ground.

Zhao Ji always felt that there was something strange about these beggars.

You have to know that this town is not big, and it is not a backward town.

One can even feel that as long as ordinary villagers have hands and feet and are willing to work, they will have no problem supporting themselves or even their entire families.

Then the question arises, since it is a town with a relatively high overall economic development level.

How could there be so many beggars?

Not to mention that there were nearly thirty beggars lying in all directions in the alley.

For example, Zhao Ji came to the residence of this miracle doctor twice and could clearly feel that the beggars had completely changed.

That means there were forty beggars in three days. This was extremely unreasonable.

Unless... Mingming looked at the new group of beggars in front of him and had a bold guess in his mind.

Unless these are not real beggars at all, but people abducted by this miracle doctor from somewhere.

Zhao Ji was shocked by his own idea.

It happened that Zhao Ji stopped beside a beggar, and as he looked at the beggar's face he lost himself in memories.

This beggar was none other than the storyteller who had boasted in the restaurant that day that he knew witchcraft.

Now, less than half a month has passed, and the storyteller is now dressed in beggar's clothes, lying on the ground with a dirty face, and like all the beggars before him, he has fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhao Ji noticed that the storyteller's expression was different from that of the others. If it were the others, they would be as quiet and peaceful as if they were in a peaceful dream, but the storyteller's expression could be considered ferocious.

Obviously, the storyteller might be trapped in a nightmare.

Zhao Ji walked within one meter of the storyteller, originally with the mentality of giving it a try, but he never thought that Zhao Ji would actually know something.

Zhao Ji could actually hear the storyteller’s inner voice!

[Damn it, I've walked through this maze nine thousand nine hundred and eighty-nine times, why can't I get out of this maze! ]