Chapter 3 Miao People


Chapter 3 Miao People

In front of the ruined temple, Fu Qingzhou sat on the stone steps of the mountain road, looking at the strange black and red marks on his palm that were crawling like centipedes, with a gloomy expression.

Beside him, Stone Heart trembled slightly, and the smoker's deep voice came: "Do you believe it now? I was also a powerful man hundreds of years ago, isn't it normal for you to be on guard?"
< br>Fu Qingzhou sighed lightly.

You can’t believe it.

From the moment he saw the smoker, he knew that there were real gods and demons in this world, and he also guessed whether the smoker had done anything to him in the past three years, but he had never had any strange phenomena in the past three years, and he slowly relaxed. Be alert.

I didn’t expect that I had plotted against the smoker, and the smoker also plotted against me.

But this is not a shameful thing... On the one hand, it is because the two parties have been at peace with each other in the past three years, and even got along quite happily. Only then will I gradually relax and the smoker will feel at ease. Shi Xin; on the other hand, he had no ability and no way to detect what the other party was doing.

But at the end of the day, I found that everyone was an old yinbi.

Fu Qingzhou didn’t ask why the smoker didn’t expose this matter before. The reason is very simple. If you say this kind of thing, it is a threat. Maybe it will break up and no one will be able to play. It is a trump card used to protect oneself in life or death situations.

"Okay."

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "You are awesome."

"Hmph." The smoker's voice was also very dissatisfied: "How should I say? Will we die together now, or will we die together? Thinking about the next path?"

Fu Qingzhou raised his head and looked to the south: "I heard that there is a large sect deep in the Shiwan Mountain in the south called Wandu Mountain."

"No. Heard of it.”

Yan Gui said disdainfully: "But they are probably descendants of the Black Miao people."

"Yeah." Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes: "I heard that they are very good at all kinds of poisons and witchcraft. Do you think they can solve them? "Your curse?"

"Hahaha..." Yan Gui sneered: "You can give it a try. Hei Miao and those guys are extremely hostile to outsiders. I'm afraid you'll have to be refined by them if you go." Poisonous person!"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "Okay, I will try it. As for you..."

"You must take me with you."

Smoker interrupted him: "Without me relieving the curse for you, you would still die!"

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes: "Are you looking for a chance to seize someone else's body? If you really succeed, , I’m afraid you’ll kill me first.”

“How many days do you want to die?” Smoker sneered again.

Fu Qingzhou raised his head and looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and said calmly: "Okay, then you continue to teach me things."

Smoker was suddenly a little surprised: "You still teach me? Aren't you afraid that I will do something? ”

"Anyway, it's okay to move, and the debts are too heavy."

Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Of course, in your current state, you should restrain yourself. If one day I feel that I am hopeless, I’ll keep a brick to smash you into pieces, and neither of us will survive.”

This is a reminder and a threat.

At this point, the enemies who had just met life and death have silently reached a balance.

So Fu Qingzhou picked up the stone heart, put it in his clothes, and strode down the mountain.

What he said before was not a joke. He really planned to go south... to find the Ten Thousand Poison Mountains that were rumored in several nearby villages.

……

At the foot of Bailu Mountain, there is a small town.

Fu Qingzhou rode an old horse. The old horse wandered into the town and into a small street with sparse people. There were only a few stalls on both sides of the street. The stall owners were either crossing their legs and taking a nap. Or smoking a hookah.

This place is called Bailu Mountain, and this town is called Lingxiang Town. The streets are not lively, but it is the most prosperous place in the surrounding ten miles and eight townships.

The reason why I chose to come here is because... there are Miao people in the town.

The legend about Wandu Mountain was brought by the Miao people here.

Wandu Mountain itself is not so mysterious. In fact, it is a large Miao sect that is well-known in the world and even among the people. It lives deep in Shiwan Mountain. Although it is difficult to find, there are often disciples walking around. In the world, he has a close relationship with the Dayan court.

But such a "Ten Thousand Poison Mountain" is just a martial arts sect that is good at sword skills and poisonous arts. Not many people have seen those mysterious poison control techniques and secret spells.

According to the Miao people in Lingxiang Town, the wizards in the mountains can use the spell to control the life and death of others at will, and even the ghosts after death can be controlled by them. This has led to many creations that can make children cry at night. A story to stop crying.

Fu Qingzhou was dubious at first, but now that he has seen a smoker and a curse has been planted on himself, he is eighty-nine percent convinced.

When he came to this town, he planned to use the Miao people as a breakthrough point to find the location of Ten Thousand Poison Mountains first.

“Hmph.”

The smoker’s voice penetrated into his ears like a mosquito’s moan: “You are looking for a way to break the curse in front of me, so you are not afraid that I will directly ignite the curse. Curse, make your life worse than death?" Fu Qingzhou smiled lightly: "If you had this ability, you would have done it before when I wanted to kill you."

Both of them understood this. The smoker was just talking, and soon he became interested in the people on the street.

“This old man has good bones, isn’t he? It’s a pity that he is too old. If this was a teenage girl, she would be a pretty good person.”

“Hey, this girl is pretty. If I were still the same person as before... I kept her as a stove!"

"Eh? Is that making pancakes? I almost forgot what pancakes taste like... It's his grandma's decision. When I get a body, I will eat pancakes as my first meal!”

The smoker kept chattering, and Fu Qingzhou silently took out two balls of cotton from his clothes and stuffed them into his ears.

Fortunately, this guy is too weak and has no means of transmitting sounds into secrets. Otherwise, these sounds would ring in his head and torture him crazy?

After walking through the small streets, we finally came to a medical center.

The owner of this medical center is the most famous Miao man in the town, and he is also a doctor. His name is Mu Chihai, but the name is difficult to pronounce, so everyone calls him Lao Hai.

Fu Qingzhou was occasionally injured when hunting the magic stick. He always came to Lao Hai for medical treatment. He was not familiar, but he was definitely not unfamiliar.

“It’s A Zhou.”

Lao Hai, who was sitting in the pavilion, saw Fu Qingzhou jumping off the horse at a glance, and said with a smile: "Are you injured again while hunting?"

As a doctor, his figure is a bit outrageous, but his appearance is... A kind of kindness and honesty unique to middle-aged people, which makes people feel comfortable to look at.

"Yes."

Fu Qingzhou walked into the hospital and opened his right hand to him: "I touched a strange stone in the mountain, and my hand became like this. I don't know. Let me see if I'm poisoned."

The black and red marks on the palm are squirming slightly, which are clearly the marks left by the curse.

It's useless to hide this thing. It's better to reveal it from the beginning, so as to observe the other party's reaction - just hide its true origin.

Sure enough, when he saw the curse, Lao Hai's smile immediately faded, his face changed, and he pinched Fu Qingzhou's wrist: "This, this, this is not poison..."

He Sure enough, I know!

But Fu Qingzhou pretended to be ignorant and scratched his head: "It's not poison? What is that? Can this thing hurt people's lives?"

"It looks like a poison, but it also looks like a curse. "Hen, I, I can't say..."

Lao Hai lowered his head and looked at the curse carefully, his eyes almost popped out of his head: "I can't say..."

Smoker's gloating sneer penetrated his ears: "I thought this kid had some knowledge. , the result is still not working."

Fu Qingzhou didn't bother to pay attention to it, and made a nervous look: "Lao Hai, please tell me, will this hurt my life?"

" That's it."

Lao Hai sighed: "A Zhou, I can't see this, but it's not completely helpless... You can't tell anyone what happens next."
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Fu Qingzhou was really nervous this time. Could it be that this search was a stroke of luck? Directly meet someone who can break the curse?

But I heard Lao Hai slowly say: "You also know that the wizard of Wandu Mountain knows this. Although I don't know where Wandu Mountain is, there is an old man in the town who used to be there. , I can take you to find her."

"She has a weird temper, but she is relatively familiar with me. You can prepare some money and buy some souvenirs, and I will take you there... No matter whether this happens or not, You can’t tell anyone her identity, remember?”

Fu Qingzhou nodded wildly, playing the role of a confused and frightened teenager perfectly.

After some instructions and purchases, Lao Hai led the way to a small courtyard on the edge of the town.

When Fu Qingzhou arrived here, he knew who this was. The owner of the yard was an old Miao woman who was somewhat famous in the town - because she had a very bad temper. Anyone who spoke louder than a hundred meters in front of her door would be scolded by her. Zeng Some scoundrels refused to accept it and tried to retaliate, but the old woman came out with a bamboo broom, which was still stained with feces...

Unexpectedly, no one dared to offend this woman. The old Miao woman was actually a disciple of Wandu Mountain.

Lao Hai led Fu Qingzhou to the door of the courtyard and shouted "Mother" several times, but there was no response from the room.

“What’s going on?”

Lao Hai was a little confused: “Could he have fallen asleep?”

"This evening...shouldn't it be right?" Fu Qingzhou suddenly sniffed and his face changed: "Wait a minute, Lao Hai, did you smell a foul smell? Like... corpse odor?"

Lao Hai also took a sniff, then his expression changed drastically, he kicked open the courtyard door and rushed in.

Fu Qingzhou threw away the gift in his hand, followed closely, broke into the courtyard with him, came to the front of the house, and knocked open the door of the hut.

The bad breath hit my nose, and a severely decomposed corpse was placed in the center of the hall, with a rusty hatchet stuck in its chest. There were flies flying around, and a group of rats fled away from the corpse with a crash.

(End of this chapter)

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