At this time, Lin Yuanchang finished examining Wu Laoliu's body.

"Young Master, Wu Laoliu seems to have... starved to death." Lin Yuanchang said in certainty.

"Starting to death?" He Yiming felt a little nervous, raised his eyebrows, but he didn't agree, and asked only: "Uncle Lin, have you ever seen someone like Wu Laoliu who suddenly became thin before?"

Lin Yuanchang's brows frowned and his face was slightly solemn. He shook his head and said, "I have seen a patient who lost 50 or 60 kilograms in half a month, but he has never heard of him losing weight in one day."

Obviously, this incident also exceeded his perception.

It is a strange and indescribable strangeness.

He Yiming: "Then do you believe in the theory of curse?"

Lin Yuanchang was silent for a few seconds, carefully speaking, and slowly said, "I have heard of a lot of curses, but I have never seen them with my own eyes. But there are some things that I would rather believe in than not."

After hearing this, Zhu Erba trembled all over and said in a trembling voice: "There is really a curse! It's over, we're all going to die!"

The miners were all panicked.

"Shut up, no matter how alarmist you say, don't blame me for being ruthless under the knife." Lin Yuanchang shouted coldly, and the Jinlin Park Knife shook. He was serious. The hospital guard master killed slaves, which was a big deal.

The knife light was cold, so scared that Zhu Erba quickly closed his mouth, but the horror on his face could not be concealed, and it became more and more intense.

Seeing this, He Yiming couldn't help but smile bitterly, and it seemed impossible to calm the miners' panic in just a few words.

However, Wu Laoliu did die strangely.

Such a strange case will not be found out for a while, and may even never be able to solve it.

But, the panic cannot continue to spread.

He Yiming used his brain, thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Zhu Erba, I think you are right, maybe there is a curse."

Zhu Erba shivered hard, knelt on the ground, and cried repeatedly: "Young Master, help me, please help me."

He Yiming smiled softly. His method was extremely simple, which was to fight poison with poison, and said, "You must invite the monks from Nanshan Temple to come over and do a ritual to suppress evil spirits in order to drive away disasters and evil spirits."

The best way to deal with feudal superstition is not scientific truth, nor is it that Zi Wuyu's strange powers and chaos, but that of a higher level of feudal superstition.

"Yes, yes! Ask a monk to do rituals!"

As expected, miners like Zhu Erba took this trick, and each of them felt as if they had a reassurance. They immediately became energetic and were less afraid.

Lin Yuanchang couldn't help but take a look at He Yiming more.

In his impression, He Yiming was deeply influenced by his father He Yiru. He liked to pretend to be deep and gentle, but in fact he was timid, not smart enough, and stupid. He would never be calm whenever he was involved in major events, so he would definitely be gentle and disgraceful.

This time, He Yiming's performance was quite sensible, which surprised him a little.

However, he immediately thought that the young master and the master and the second wife had just visited Nanshan Temple to burn incense a while ago, and were fooled by the bald donkeys, and he was relieved again.

A fast horse galloped towards Nanshan Temple ten miles away.

Half an hour later, three eminent monks Shi Shi arrived.

He Yiming rewarded them with one gold coin each, asked them to perform a gorgeous ritual, and burned the bodies of the rotten female corpse and Zhang Goudan, eliminating the possibility of the spread of the plague and finally calming the minds of the miners.

In order to prevent it, ten swords and axes were left to protect the camp.

Then he went home.

Back along the mountain road, He Yiming lay in the carriage, slightly tired. Now he is fine, but his body is a little weak, and he is so tired after a few moves, and his physical condition is too poor. Lanlan kneaded and massaged his back, with superb skills and very comfortable, which makes him feel sleepy.

But he didn't want to sleep yet. Wu Laoliu's way of death made him realize that the world is not as simple as it seems, and there seems to be a mysterious and unpredictable force.

So He Yiming cheered up, spread out his handkerchief, and looked at the ancient jade again.

Wu Laoliu encountered an unexpected accident after he came into contact with this ancient water droplet.

As his eyes and attention were concentrated on the ancient jade of water droplets, the color of the ancient jade of water droplets rolled violently, forming a huge vortex that swallowed him in.

Settlement, settling...

It's like falling down from a cliff.

The sky was spinning, and there was a strong wind whistling in my ears.

Pang!

Suddenly, He Yiming fell heavily to the ground, feeling dizzy, a biting chill, and the damp soil.

He opened his eyes and looked around, and was stunned.

At this moment, he was naked and lying in... a forest?

The ground was full of rotten leaves, and the smell was disgusting.

All the trees around were bare and had no leaves.

What’s strange is that at this moment it is not night, but daytime, but the sky is covered with clouds, wrapped in lightning and thunder, and the light is very dim.

The scene in front of you is like a picture seen through an old black and white TV. The color is either black or white.

"Lanlan, Uncle Lin..."

He Yiming's heart trembled and he shouted quickly, but no one was seen. Only his voice echoed, and the echo sounded like a ghost crying and sadness.

He Yiming tried to sit up, and when his hands moved, a severe pain came. When he looked down, his entire right arm was broken, his bones pierced out of his body, and blood was flowing.

pain!

Sharp pain!

Not only that, his left knee seemed to be shattered, his entire left leg was paralyzed and he felt nothing.

He Yiming was shocked!

Suddenly, he felt a little itchy on his back, as if something was crawling on his back.

I scratched it and touched something.

Catch it and take a look.

"Grass!"

It's actually a maggot!

The next moment, He Yiming felt a slight tremor coming from under his body. Something was trembling under the leaves. When he leaned open his left hand, his scalp became numb in an instant.

Under the leaves, maggots were everywhere, densely packed.

These maggots are crawling towards him!

He Yiming slapped and scratched wildly, but there were too many maggots and he was still very quick. He soon climbed to the wounds on his body, drilled under the flesh, sucking blood and eating meat!

Extremely painful!

"Damn!" He Yiming gritted his teeth and looked around, and suddenly saw a bright white ray of white in the distance, about forty or fifty meters away, which seemed to be a river.

There is a dead branch not far away.

He Yiming crawled over and picked up dead branches as crutches, and stood up with all his strength. His right arm drooped, his left leg dragged on the ground, limping towards the river.

Within fifty meters, He Yiming walked for more than twenty minutes. Every second was severe pain and torture. He was as long as he was a year. He didn't know how he could stand by the river.

When I arrived by the river, my whole body was completely numb.

He Yiming fell into the river.

Plop!

The next moment, with a whistle, He Yiming struggled to sit up.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Lan Lan was startled.
Chapter completed!