Chapter 61 Is it a ghost?

"You don't know that I will never forget the tragic situation of Jinmei Villa after the fire." Ye Xuanji slowly recalled, "There are collapsed houses everywhere, charred human remains everywhere, and there is no place for my feet... I am familiar with the Mei family, but standing on the ruins, I have no sense of direction at all. You can't see any other colors except charred black in front of me."

"Mei Lanyue's room is also burning?" Feng Junyang asked eagerly.

"Where can I distinguish the room of Mei Lanyue? The fire burned for three days, and even the stones burned to ashes. I sat on the ruins all night. That was the seven days after the fire, the day when people returned to their souls after death, but the ghosts of the Mei family couldn't get out, and the ghosts cried all night..."

"The next day, I returned to my master's ghost village and found that it was empty. I thought that the master and brothers went to see a doctor, but when I asked everywhere, they all said that I hadn't seen them for a long time, and many people said that they saw ghosts and Xie Lianjian with all their disciples into Jinmei Villa on the Mid-Autumn Festival night..."

"He is the future son-in-law of the Mei family. It's natural to go. It's not right not to go." Feng Junyang continued, "So, Xie Lianjian and a group of disciples are buried in Jinmei Villa?"

Ye Xuanji was stunned and said, "Yes. I haven't heard from them for so many years. There is no trace of ghosts in the world. If he is alive, I will definitely get his news.

"If he is alive, he may not let you know. Or he still has an unfinished conspiracy. Feng Junyang thought and said, "Why did Mei Yijun suddenly marry the magnificent Mei Lanyue to a middle-aged man? You just said that he acquiesced in your relationship. Why did you suddenly change your mind? The biggest possibility is that Mei Yijun has something to do with it. Once this handle is made public, it may bring a devastating blow to Jinmei Villa!"

"I didn't think about it at that time. At that time, I was also weak and didn't know how to fight for it. Now regret is a fore. Ye Xuanji said quietly, "Mei Yijun is upright, kind and kind. Who in the world doesn't know his reputation? How can such a decent gentleman fall into the hands of others?

Feng Junyang walked through a row of hanging foot buildings and suddenly found that the wood of these hanging foot buildings was new and old. He walked over in turn, and the pillars of the hanging foot buildings became new, as if they had not been built in the same period.

"Master, are you sure that no one lived here when you left this ghost village?"

"No. In the next two years, I came back several times, and every time I came in to have a look. But there are cobwebs everywhere, which are moldy and smelly. There is no previous scene. It's nothing to happen, and I have never come again..."

"You see, these hanging buildings were built later. Looking at it in turn, the materials are getting newer and newer. You see, this last one seems to have only been built for half a year. He touched the smooth pillar and said in surprise, "You can still smell the freshness of wood!"

"Who still lives in the ghost village?" Ye Xuanji was also surprised, "But everywhere is desolate and messy, and it doesn't seem like someone is living at all."

"It must be someone who has feelings for here!" Feng Junyang boldly guessed, "Master, will it be a ghost that is not dead!"

"Impossible!" Ye Xuanji shook his head and said, "I'll tell you a secret. You are not only a man with good medical skills, but also a master of poison! Compared with the two, he prefers to make poisons.

"What did he make it?" Feng Junyang heard about it for the first time.

"He made poison. At the beginning, he experimented with animals, but animals could not speak, did not tell him specific feelings, only pain, distortion, and convulsions, which could not meet his needs of writing medical books at all. Later, he experimented with the human body. At first, he carefully experimented with himself, but if he fainted, he could not record the external performance of the human body. Therefore, he sometimes quietly put the medicine into the disciples' meals, secretly watching them eat the poison, and then save them as if nothing had happened. Later, he would put the medicine into the villagers' well. A villager fell ill, and then he rescued the patients day and night and was happy.

"He is so perverted!" Feng Junyang's scalp was numb, "I pooh! What kind of doctor is this! You still follow him. If it were me, I would have left him long ago.

"I also accidentally discovered his secret. The medical book he stole by Sang Zi is the poison and detoxification method he recorded. The front of the page records the poison and the back of the antidote, so Sang Zi stole his book, which is equivalent to killing him!"

"I also suspect that he lives in the world. I once peeked at two pages of his book and wrote down two methods of poison and detoxification. Therefore, I also secretly poisoned it into a pub, causing more than ten people there to be poisoned. After waiting for more than ten days, there was still no one to detoxify... If someone came, this person must be a ghost!"

"Why does it have to be him?" Feng Junyang said disdainfully, "In this world, he is much smarter than his benevolent doctor."

"Why is it him? Because one of the most important antidote to this poison is the blood of ghosts. Many of the poisons he made need his blood to solve!"

"Do you have such a cruel trick?" Feng Junyang opened his eyes wide, "So you didn't poison more than a dozen people? You are so vicious, Master!"

"I'm not dead." Ye Xuanji said lightly, "It's just that they are blind..."

Feng Junyang looked at the master with his big brim covering his face. How many secrets did he not tell himself?

"Who has the most feelings for here except ghosts?" Feng Junyang asked.

"I'm afraid there is nothing except him." Ye Xuanji recalled, "Since he was infatuated with poison, he likes to experiment with various disciples, eat, drink water, smoke incense, and even be poisoned by him on his clothes. It's really unpreventable! Which disciple still has feelings for such a master? If you want to escape, but you are afraid that you will be poisoned. If you stay, you will be worried all day..."

Feng Junyang frowned and said, "I think Chang Baicao will be sad?"

"Why do you think so!" Ye Xuanji asked puzzledly, "Is it just because the two hanging buildings are the same? I'm afraid Chang Baicao is 90 years old this year. If you are alive, you will be less than 70 years old.

"It's not just a hanging tower, but also the way he looks at you. Also, you all have a jade pendant with a gossip pattern. Feng Junyang said, "Take it out and let me have a look."

"Lost." Ye Xuanji said, "I fell in Lanyue Villa. All the disciples have one jade pendant. Also, let me tell you, that pattern is not gossip, but a ghost. It is no wonder that there are hundreds of grasses. This is not an iconic thing. It doesn't matter who has it."

While talking, the two had already circled the hanging foot building. Feng Junyang looked at the sky and said, "Master, let's go. Look at the dark clouds, it looks like it's going to rain. It's better to rush to the crowded place in front of you to shelter from the rain and eat something than in this gloomy and strange place.

The two returned the same way and walked to the most shabby, that is, the hanging building that Ye Xuanji said he had lived in. Ye Xuanji looked deeply and felt uncomfortable.

"Go, Master!" Feng Junyang saw that he saw things and thought about people, so he took his hand and left.

"Your hands are so cold!" He said that when the two were about to turn around the last hanging tower, Feng Junyang felt a figure passing by under the last hanging tower.

"There's someone over there!" Feng Junyang shouted and chased, "Master, chase!"

Feng Junyang ran in front, and Ye Xuanji followed him. When he arrived at the last hanging tower, the figure disappeared. He looked around and was bare everywhere. There was no hiding place, except a small pine forest fifty meters ahead.

He gestured to Ye Xuanji and quietly followed him. Ye Xuanji wrapped him over from the other side. His heart rose to his throat and he didn't know what was going to happen next.

The two entered the small forest from both sides. The pine trees in the forest were not very large, and the ground was full of soft pine needles. Strange, how can a person disappear in the blink of an eye when such a small forest comes in?

He stopped and listened quietly. At this time, a "shasha" sound came from behind me. He suddenly turned around, and behind a small pine tree, a gray back appeared, lying together, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Feng Junyang walked up boldly, and the man also straightened up. He saw an old face with vicissitudes of wrinkles, with turbid sweat on his face. There was a bamboo basket hanging on his wrist with several pale red mushrooms in it.

"Old man, pick mushrooms." He walked up with a smile. It turned out to be a false alarm. Why don't you ask who often comes here to build hanging towers?

"Old man, does anyone come here often?"

The old man looked at him blankly, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Has anyone lived here?" He thought the old man was deaf and said loudly.

The old man still didn't say anything, but smiled and pointed his finger at his bamboo basket to show that he was here to pick mushrooms.

It turned out to be a mute.

Ye Xuanji came over and smiled apologetically at the old man. The old man looked at him deeply and walked away tremblingly in front of the two.

When the old man passed by him, the smile on Feng Junyang's face froze! The old man passed by and smelled a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine!

This old man must have something to do with the hanging foot building! Maybe he is a ghost!

"What are you thinking about?" Ye Xuanji patted him on the shoulder.

"Master, there is something wrong with that old man!"

"I'm speechless, of course there is a problem."

"No! He smells of traditional Chinese medicine!"

"Old people who have been sick and taking medicine for a long time have a smell of medicine." Ye Xuanji came over, put his nose on Feng Junyang's shoulder and sniffed, and said with a smile, "I also smell that you have a smell of urine."

"Go! It's old-fashioned." Feng Junyang patted his hand and said, "I think this person is your master, damn it!"

"Have you seen my master? Just talk nonsense!" Ye Xuanji said disapprovingly, "In addition to the medical skills, people will also worry about his face."

"What's going on?"

"He is extremely ugly, and his triangular eyes are blowing his ears!" Ye Xuanji said exaggeratedly.

"You're talking about monsters! Or you are talking about the flower slave of Lanyue Villa.

"No kidding. Ghosts are really ugly, with a high cheekbones and a big nose, and a long scar on the right face. The old man just now was kind-looking, and he didn't look so good. Ye Xuanji said, "Don't guess. Let's go. If you can't find a landing point before dark, you will sleep in the wilderness.