If Yi Yan's body is not injured, it is not a big deal if Yi An is sick. If they are not chased, Yi An's illness is nothing. You just need to find a city and ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine to treat it.

But now Yi Yan's injury has not only not healed, but has a tendency to aggravate. His wound was wrapped with a faint golden color, as if he had been fumigated by stone salt. He himself understood that his body had been infected by the spiritual power of the Death Evil and could be injured without bleeding, but when he was injured by Shi San's divine power, it was difficult to heal.

After the wound is exposed for a long time, it will attract some hunting monsters and monsters in nothingness.

"Old man, what is the territory here?" Yi Yan stopped an old man passing by and said earnestly.

The old man looked up and down at Yi Yan, then looked at Yi An in Yi Yan's arms. Yi Yan hurriedly said, "This is my sister. I got sick after getting rained on the road."

The old man looked at Yi An's face again and said, "This is a very sick person. Young man, this is Yongfeng County, and then it is Ji'an. Where did you come from? You have been bandits!"

Yi Yan sighed and said that he couldn't live a family and wanted to go to Guangdong to join relatives, but he met a robber halfway through. Yesterday, his sister got wet from a rain again and wanted to find a doctor to treat her sister.

The old man who was going to go to the wild to herd cattle probably saw many scenes of separation from life and death. He just sighed and said that the world was not peaceful and the people were unable to survive. Then he pointed to the village behind him and said, "You go to the village to find a wizard named Lao Blind. He can cure diseases, but he has a bad temper. When we seek him to cure diseases, we have to bring a chicken. You are a foreigner, so you don't know whether he will help you."

The old man's words have a very strong local accent. Most of the words are Yongfeng dialect. Although he has been speaking the official language very hard, Yi Yan can understand it. From when, his soul can read the local aura from the world. Listening to those rich local accents, he can understand what they mean.

After Yi Yan thanked him, he held Yi An and walked towards the village ahead with great strides. There was a big well at the entrance of the village. Someone carried water beside the well. He asked the person who carried water beside the well and knew where the old blind Wu Han lived.

However, the man carrying the water told Yi Yan not to call him at this time, because he hadn't woken up at all. If he disturbed him, he would not only not help you treat the disease, but also curse you.

Yi Yan frowned slightly and asked, "What curse?"

"Just say something vicious."

"If you scold me, let him scold me."

"Young man, it's nothing if he just scolded him. Many of us here just died after being scolded by him."

"How could this happen?"

"He scolds you for drowning in the pit, and you will fall in. He scolds you for choking to death by drinking water, and you will choke to death. Don't be careless." When the man said this, he took the water and left, and the sound had a strange feeling.

Yi Yan was a little surprised and looked up at the sky. It was as clear as the sky was, but the chimneys in many people were already smoking. This was because everyone had already gotten up, women were making breakfast, and most men were already heading towards the fields.

Passing by a large courtyard house, it should be half a mile in radius. Yi Yan guessed that this family must be the Dajin landlord of this village.

The village is quite large, with about 300 households. He came to a house in the west of the village. The house was quite large, but looking at the weeds in front of the house and the miscellaneous items under the eaves, he knew that the house had flourished and now it has declined.

Yi Yan looked at his bright red sister in his arms, and didn't want to wait any longer, so he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

In his opinion, even if this witch man really knows some strange spells, he has to scream at this time. My sister can no longer wait, and if she waits further, there will be big problems.

"Bang bang..."

The huge beast-headed door knocker hit the large and thick door.

"Bang bang bang...bang bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang...bang bang bang...bang bang bang..."

Just as Yi Yan couldn't help but forcefully opened the door, an angry voice came from the room: "Knock, it's early in the morning, I lost my soul."

When Yi Yan heard these words, Yi was in such a trance. He immediately understood that this was a person who was practicing spells.

Moreover, this mantra is very strange. It is not the kind that most practitioners in the world know about, but should be a very aggressive black mantra. It is a specialized mantra that is dedicated to people who die. If you don’t pay attention, you will only think that his mantra is a swear word from a country slang man.

"Bang..."

The door was opened, and a gloomy and negative atmosphere came to my face.

Yi Yan reached out and waved his hand forward, and a breeze appeared, which covered his sister's face with his hands and closed his eyes with his body.

His insight was now clear to the old blind man in front of him. He saw a layer of black particles covering his face, and there seemed to be spiritual objects entrenching in his closed eyes. Although the aura of spiritual objects was weak, a strange feeling arose in Yi Yan's heart and he thought to himself that he was a stranger.

Yi Yan did not dare to neglect and said, "After the time my sister was in a rain, she felt the wind and cold. I heard from the old man in the village that there were witches in the village, which could cure all diseases, so I came to ask for medicine."

The old blind Wu Han's hair was sparse and could not be braided. There were black spots in the bare area. After hearing Yi Yan's words, he seemed to have wanted to speak, and then suddenly stopped. Then he made a strange swallowing sound in his throat, saying, "If you want to cure the disease, come in."

After saying that, he turned around and entered the room. Yi Yan felt a little strange in his heart and followed him in.

"Bang..." The huge and heavy door closed, making a low sound.

There is a yard inside the door. When I looked up and saw the sky, I found that the sky was gone. What I saw was just a layer of black. Looking at other places in the yard, there was no grass growing. The land outside the yard was overgrown with weeds, which was quite desolate, but there was no wet at all, just like it didn't rain at all last night, very dry.

Following the old blind Wu Han, looking at Wu Han's tall back and following him into the empty and dark door, he felt like he was walking into the gate of hell. In an instant, his soul felt a chill.

"This should be his temple." Yi Yan thought to himself, but he didn't know what kind of Dharma this witch was practicing or what kind of Tao was practicing. But he was sure that he would definitely not be any of the immortals, gods, Buddhas, or human paths. The only thing left was the demon path and some left-handed paths.

"Sit." Wu Han pointed to a chair of the Grand Master in the house and said.

Yi Yan just glanced at it and said thank you. He felt a strong resentment from the chair. He guessed that there might be resentment in the chair, or the wood made of this chair was of special origin, and it looked a bit like a chair made of a coffin in the grave.

He sat down with Yi An in his arms, and in an instant, he felt a pair of hands holding his soul firmly.

His eyes were closed, and Wu Han's eyes were closed, but both of them could see each other.

At this time, Wu Han shouted in the inner room: "A Gui, take one of my elixirs and soak it in the tea to bring it over."

No one answered it inside. After a while, a girl came out in the inner room with a bowl of steaming tea, and there was a ball of green in the bowl.

The girl lowered her head and was wearing a red dress. Yi Yan couldn't feel the breath of a living person from her.

"This is the tea made by my secret spiritual medicine. It can cure all diseases. It is not only useful to mortals, but can be healed even if a practitioner is injured." Wu Han said slowly, with great confidence in his words.

After hearing this, Yi Yan showed a happy smile on his face, picked up the bowl and drank it. However, for only a moment, he exclaimed, "This tea is wrong."

Wu Han laughed at this time and said, "This tea is my imitation of Mengpo soup. After drinking it, it dissipates the magic power and loses memory day by day. Haha..."

"Why do you do this?" Yi Yan shouted angrily.

"Well, don't think I don't know that you were seriously injured, but you held a girl like this and called her sister. I asked for medicine for her, for you. I just brought the medicine out and said that it could cure the injuries of practitioners. You drank it immediately. Little baby, you are so impatient, you will die sooner or later. It's better to die here early than to die later."

"Why do you want to harm me? I have no grudges and grudges with you." Yi Yan said anxiously.

"Hmph, whoever has a grudge against whom in this world, and whoever has no grudge against whom, there must be a spiritual thing on you." Wu Han said loudly.

Yi Yan's face changed drastically. Wu Han knew that he had guessed correctly and laughed to the sky.

Yi Yan said again: "It doesn't matter if I die, then you can let this girl go, she is innocent."

"When you enter my Wu Han's house, how could there be someone who can go out alive? His death is also because of you. When the sins in the King of Hell are counted, it will not be counted on me." Wu Han smiled proudly: "However, you will not have the chance to go to the Hall of Yama even if you die. My Wu Han is no longer in the three realms and beyond the five elements. If you die, your soul will be in this room and you will never be able to get out."

Looking at Wu Han's smug look, Yi Yan looked down at his sister's face, sighed in his heart, and suddenly a golden light surged from his body. A sword light pierced out from the golden light, and pulled it out. The girl next to him who had brought the tea kept lowering her head and said nothing. At this moment, she suddenly raised her head and screamed in horror. Her face was blue and black, and then her voice came out. The sword in Yi Yan's hand had pierced into her mouth again. In an instant, she turned into a thick black smoke and dispersed.

The sword light was closed, but the golden light on Yi Yan's body had not dissipated. Wu Han had already fallen on the chair next to him. He raised his hand and pointed at Yi Yan, saying, "You, how could you stand up? Why are you okay?"

Yi Yan opened his mouth and spit out a sip of water. It was the tea I drank before and said, "You haven't left here for too long. The methods are too old and just poisonous tea, but you dare to say it is Mengpo soup. A chair that can imprison the soul will be thought that it can imprison the people of the world."

"You, you have been prepared for a long time, how could you?" Wu Han asked in pain.

"When I came to find you, the villagers said that you have a strange personality. It is difficult to get medicine when you come to find you early in the morning. When you see me, you quickly led me in and gave me medicine without saying a word. How can I not be suspicious? Besides, who can you hide your body spliced ​​with different people? How can you treat people without saying anything about rewards?"

When Yi finished speaking, he sighed again and said, "Die."

The sound of "Die" contained the magic of the Emperor's divine will. The witch's eyes thrust into a trembling body, and then his whole body trembled, turning into a pool of black mud. Two black mosquitoes flew out of his eyes, shaking their wings and flew, and disappeared into the eaves in a blink of an eye.

Yi Yan did not chase after the pair of black mosquitoes, but left quickly with confusion in his heart.
Chapter completed!