It was a rare moment of relaxation like this, Zhao Ji took out some change from his pocket and put it in the hands of the two women.

"If you like it, buy it."

Su Rou and the others suddenly relaxed, and the shopping desire that only women have suddenly come up.

Three strings of candied haws, one for each person. Even though Zhao Ji didn't like them, he was still given one.

Mingyue said in a rare playful and lively voice: "Celebrate our escape!"

Zhao Ji smiled and clinked his candied haws against theirs.

"Let's eat and find an inn."

The previous inn was definitely not safe, but no inn in this town was safe.

Zhao Ji thought about it, then took the two women to a clothing store and changed them into the special clothes of the Miao area.

Now the three of them didn't seem as out of place as before.

Especially Mingyue, who has blood ties with Miaojiang.

His facial features are quite deep, and after putting on the clothes unique to Miao, he looks even more like a Miao person, without any sense of incongruity.

Zhao Ji and Su Rou are both handsome and beautiful, so there is nothing out of place after they changed their clothes.

After all, good-looking people are more likely to blend in.

This time, Zhao Ji and his friends chose an inn that looked relatively large.

There is also a restaurant in this inn. Even though it is late at night, there are still many people drinking in the restaurant.

Zhao Ji and his companions pretended to be in the city for trade and moved in directly.

We got two adjacent rooms.

However, the three of them gathered in Zhao Ji's room at night.

"I really saw a human head at that time..." Looking back now, Mingyue and Su Rou can still remember the feeling of horror.

To be precise, Su Rou was the most frightened, because she was the only one who really saw the head floating in the air.

Zhao Ji frowned slightly and slowly said that the miracle doctor had been killed by someone from nowhere.

After hearing this, Su Rou's eyes widened and she asked, "Could it be that head? Was it that head who killed the doctor?"

Zhao Ji felt that this guess was not unreasonable.

So the question is, how can someone fly with a human head? And how can we guarantee that this is a living person?

Mingyue listened to the two people talking, looking at her package thoughtfully. Suddenly, she reached out and took out the booklet left by her mother and turned to a certain page.

"I think I know why!"

Mingyue's voice rang out, and the other two people's eyes fell on Mingyue.

"That's the Flying Head Magic, a kind of sorcery. It's said that the Flying Head Magic can rip one's head off and then fly a thousand miles without dying."

"As for how Feitoujiang kills people, we don't know because the booklet doesn't describe it in detail!"

Mingyue said.

Zhao Ji nodded: "It seems that I have gained a lot of knowledge during this trip to Southern Xinjiang, but this matter has nothing to do with us after all. After all, the miracle doctor has been killed, and the hatred between them is probably almost resolved. Our next goal is still the deep mountains!"

After Mingyue told Su Rou the origin of the floating head, the psychological trauma she had previously suffered was slightly dissipated.

"I don't know if the flowers and plants we picked are enough, and I don't know if they can really eliminate the miasma there!" Su Rou muttered.

Hearing Su Rou's words, Zhao Ji suddenly remembered the several medicine bottles he had collected from the miracle doctor and took them out one by one.

"Mingyue, take a look at the words here. Do you recognize them?" Zhao Ji took out the medicine bottles marked with special words and placed them in front of Mingyue.

Mingyue looked at it carefully and found that they were actually words she recognized.

"I know these words. My mother taught me." Mingyue picked up the small bottle and examined it carefully.

Zhao Ji's eyes fell on Mingyue's face, waiting for Mingyue to tell him the use of these medicine bottles.

"There really seems to be a bottle of anti-malaria pills in here, and the other two bottles seem to be antidotes, but it's not clearly written."

Mingyue carefully identified them and placed one of the blue porcelain bottles in Zhao Ji's hand.

"This is it. This should be what we will use when we go into the mountains." Zhao Ji nodded and took the blue porcelain bottle from Mingyue's hand.

At the same time, Zhao Ji took out another thing he had found from the miracle doctor.

This thing was not found by rummaging through boxes and cabinets, but fell out when Zhao Ji touched the body of the miracle doctor.

At that time, Zhao Ji stuffed the thing into his arms and left in a hurry.

When I was on the road, I took it out and looked at it in the faint moonlight. It should be a map.

Now we brought it to the inn and placed it in front of everyone. The three of us looked at it together and found that it was indeed a map.

Moreover, all the characters marked on it are the same as those on the porcelain bottle, which are obviously unique to Miao.

Mingyue exclaimed and covered her mouth: "This is actually a map of the deep mountains in southern Xinjiang!"

"Look, this is the palace marked for the royal family, this is the entrance, and this seems to be the tribe where the Saint's family lives... But this map seems to be quite old, maybe it was drawn before this miracle doctor!"

Mingyue pointed out several key places and tilted her head to identify them carefully.

Zhao Ji roughly memorized a few points, then began to touch the material of the map and carefully checked the degree of aging of the map.

This should be a map made of animal skin, but the surface has some scratches and shrinkage.

It is obvious that this map is indeed as Mingyue said, and it should be quite old.

Zhao Ji touched his chin and said, "It is estimated that this so-called miracle doctor we met may not have a good relationship with the royal family. He went out to make a living independently. Then this map is probably what he brought out before he left the royal family. It should be seven or eight years old. I think we can refer to it, but we don't have to take this map as the standard for everything. After all, so many years have passed. It is not realistic to say that the situation has not changed at all!"

What Zhao Ji said was unanimously agreed by the two women.

"Everyone, have a good rest tonight. We will set out to find this place tomorrow! At least this map can point us in the right direction!"

The two women returned to their rooms yawning, while Zhao Ji forced all the remaining poisonous insects out of his body.

If it was about digesting these poisonous insects, Zhao Ji had indeed digested quite a few, but now Zhao Ji suddenly thought of a good idea, a good way to make the best use of them.