Chapter 21 Perverts, all of them are perverts

Bang! Bang! Bang! There were rapid knocks on the door.

"Who is it?"

It was not yet time for Lin Fan to get up, and he was yawning, feeling somewhat dissatisfied. Who could be so heartless and disturb someone's sweet sleep so early in the morning? This was a very unkind thing to do.

Get dressed and open the door.

The village chief stood at the door with an anxious look on his face, "Master, something happened."

"What's wrong?" Lin Fan was not panicked. In his eyes, few people in this village seemed to be serious. But as a Taoist priest, he must be warm-hearted, so his tone was urgent.

"Plague, some villagers have been infected with the plague and have sores on their bodies. Even Fubao said it is difficult to treat and is highly contagious. Taoist priest, please leave quickly. Our village is too dangerous."

The village chief just wanted Lin Fan to leave.

Before figuring out the other party's situation, the village chief was unwilling to take risks and just wanted to scare the other party with something so that they would leave on their own accord.

"Plague... Why did a plague appear out of nowhere?"

“I don’t know.”

"Come on, take me to see it."

"No, Taoist priest, it's too dangerous. Now there is a plague and people are in panic. Taoist priest, please leave here quickly. Our ancestors have lived here for generations. Even if we die, we must die in the village." The village chief's expression was very appropriate, and he was ready to share life and death with the village.

"I know this is the good intention of the village chief, but the villagers of your village are so simple and honest, and they are very polite to me. Now that something like this has happened, how can I leave?"

"No, Taoist priest, this is a plague."

"Village chief, you don't know much about us Taoists. Let's go and take a look."

Without giving the village chief a chance to talk nonsense, he pushed the door open, walked out of the gate and walked towards the village.

Watching the Taoist priest leave, the village chief's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he was even a little puzzled. Was there something wrong with this Taoist priest? He couldn't even scare away the plague. He didn't believe in any Bodhisattva who could save people from suffering, let alone any good people.

It’s fake, all fake.

All of them are evil people.

In the village, there is a medical clinic.

A total of two villagers were infected with the plague and were lying on mats outside the clinic. The surrounding villagers stayed away from them, as if they were afraid of being infected.

Fubao is checking on the two people.

The furrowed brows and solemn expressions show that this plague is by no means simple.

Lin Fan stood in the crowd and looked at the infected villagers. Their faces were covered with sores and the exposed skin was also festering and oozing thick fluid.

The village chief came over and said fearfully, "Master, look, this is too terrible. How can we save him? Fu Bao said it is extremely difficult. I'm afraid something terrible will happen."

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

"Master, do you know medical skills?"

"No, I can only recite scriptures."

"Then Taoist priest, run for your life quickly. Staying here is just waiting to die in vain."

"Village chief, you are a good person. I have decided to live and die with you and fight the plague together."

Village Chief: ...? I obviously have a lot to say, but after looking into the Taoist priest's serious eyes, I don't want to say a word.

at this time.

Fubao ran into the house, closed the door, opened the cabinet, stuck half of his body inside, rummaged through the drawers, and finally found the right tool, which turned out to be a pair of sharp scissors.

"How could there be a plague? What a terrible plague! What should we do? What should we do?"

He doesn't know any medical skills. The only way he cures diseases and saves lives is to let the blood of the patients to drink. It works every time and everyone who drinks it says it works.

But who would have thought that his blood now seems to be of little use.

There is no cure for this terrible plague.

Find a bowl, pour some water, hold the scissors, and take off your pants.

"The plague is evil. If you want to cure them, you have to use yang. My little brother may not be big, but it is very effective. Anyway, it will grow back in the future. I am not afraid of it. I have to save them, otherwise they will die."

After saying.

Snap!

Decisive, domineering, sharp and ruthless.

"Ouch..." Fubao was crying in pain and his eyes narrowed into a line. Without thinking too much, he put the cut little brother into the bowl. Looking closely, he could find that the little brother had turned into thick ginseng roots, gradually dissipating and merging into the water.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore, it will grow out."

Fubao looked down at his crotch, then decisively pulled up his pants, picked up the bowl, opened the door, went out, came to the patients, and poured the liquid in the bowl into their mouths.

As the two villagers drank the drink, the sores on their faces actually disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Fan in the crowd narrowed his eyes slightly.

He noticed that Fubao's breath was much weaker than before.

Ordinary people may not notice it.

But as a practitioner, he could naturally feel it clearly.

"Hey, okay, their condition is getting better."

"Fubao is really amazing."

"This is a plague. Even the plague can be cured. Fubao is really the lucky star of our village."

The villagers praised it one after another.

Fubao, who now looked a little haggard, suddenly perked up when he heard the villagers' praise. He held his head high and acted very proud.

He likes people to praise him.

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The village chief sighed and said, "Master, it seems everything is fine. Fubao is the savior of our village."

"I am not only your savior, but also your lucky star. You must learn to cherish me."

Lin Fan said this meaningfully, and then his eyes fell on Butcher Liu. There was no joy on the other's face, but a deep worry.

At night, the full moon hangs high in the sky.

As night fell, several villagers sneaked out of the village.

Somewhere in the darkness, Lin Fan stood like a sculpture, silently watching their departing backs, and then followed them.

The plague is not so easy to get.

Besides, special circumstances are required to cause a plague.

He really wanted to know where those villagers were infected, and he had been wondering why the villagers did this until he noticed that Fubao's breath was gradually weakening.

Suddenly I realized.

It turned out that they wanted to use various illnesses to weaken Fubao. After all, Fubao was a monster and was not something that ordinary mortals could deal with. If they wanted to swallow Fubao, they had to make sure that Fubao had no ability to resist.

That should be the case.

There is a mountain behind Changsheng Village. The villagers came to the mountain and arrived at a cemetery with ease. There were many tattered coffins in the cemetery.

In order not to attract the attention of the villagers, he squatted silently in the grass and watched intently.

I just want to know what they want to do.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we have to get infected quickly."

"Oh, the coffin has been there for many years, so it must be well-seasoned."

The villagers opened the coffin and took big gulps as if they were drinking the liquid in the coffin. Then they climbed in and lay there for a long time, as time passed by.

The villagers climbed out of the coffin again and closed the lid.

Under the moonlight, they hurried down the mountain.

Wait until the villagers leave.

Lin Fan walked out of the bushes and opened the coffin, wanting to know what was inside. However, the moment the coffin lid was opened, a fishy and rotten smell hit him in the face.

In the coffin lay a very decayed and unrecognizable corpse.

The body was soaked in turbid, yellowish and sticky liquid.

"I……"

He covered his nose and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Crazy, they are all fucking crazy."

"You can even drink this in order to contract the plague, and drink it in big gulps?"

This moment.

He finally understood the amazing lengths to which crazy mortals could go in order to achieve their goals.

abnormal.

They are all perverts.

(End of this chapter)