The mountain road is difficult to travel

, bald, and bubbly skin. No eyebrows, just one gigantic white eye rolling around wildly.What use would a villain have for such a monsterIt disobeys commands and cannot be controlled. Keeping something...I turned back, but saw nothing. I guess it was just a gust of cold air coming from some vent.

Mu Wanchen reached out and gripped my forearm, his voice low and serious: "It's not a vengeful spirit... With your family's capabilities, what are you afraid of"

"Can't I be unskilled How do you know about my family affairs" I was a bit braver since I didn't see the ghost.

"Didn't I tell you, I went to look for you."

“I really don’t remember that happening!” I said to him earnestly.

"Suit yourself." He turned away coldly.

Ugh! This is so frustrating! I really don't remember!

He bullied me, took advantage of me, and even had the audacity to look down on me! I...I...who should I complain to!

"Can I not have this bracelet" I raised my left hand and asked him.

"No."

"Then why don't you send the vengeful spirit away" I pressed. "Dao and medicine both originate from witchcraft, and there is a deep connection between witchcraft and Daoism. Since you are the Witch King, you should be able to send it away, shouldn't you"

His movements paused, and he murmured in a low voice, "This can't be given away."

"Why...why..." I really don't want to be haunted by a vengeful spirit, even if it won't kill me. It's just too scary! I can't take this kind of constant fright. What if one day I get so scared that I die of fright

He gripped my arm and hauled me all the way back to that stone hut. "Don't ask so many questions, it doesn't concern you."

It's okay! It's okay, why would I want to go through this kind of suffering

He's so contradictory, he's keeping a lot of things from me.

On one hand, he claims to have visited my house, met me, and left an impression on me. On the other hand, he won't let me ask too many questions and his answers are incredibly brief.

When it comes to giving me a discount, he's very straightforward. But when I ask him questions, he gives me such a cold shoulder!

One has to bow one's head under someone else's roof, or I would surely kill you.

I glared at him gloomily, these thoughts only dared to swirl in my stomach.

Walking back to the cold stone room, he turned and walked towards the other wall, where there was a bamboo curtain leading to an adjacent room.

"...A medicine kit, a backpack," He brought those two things over and tossed them in front of me.

I'm holding onto these two things, and I really want to strangle my father. If he hadn't chased me out to help with the disaster relief, I wouldn't have run into bad people or been taken advantage of by this man in front of me.

"Hurry up and save him." Mu Wanchen impatiently urged me.

I sniffed, opened the medicine cabinet, and found a variety of common medications inside, especially for this kind of natural disaster.

Leafy greens and cruciferous vegetables that are simmered for too long will have a noticeable increase in nitrates, and newly pickled vegetables will reach peak levels of nitrates after a period of time.

This is common sense, but children don't understand these things. After the disaster, supplies are scarce. They can't afford to throw away food and they are malnourished. It's not surprising that they develop poisoning symptoms after eating contaminated food. Severe poisoning can lead to tissue hypoxia.

Antitoxin is not difficult, it's just inducing vomiting, gastric lavage... Then use glucose to mix potassium permanganate powder to make an antidote, and then take a large amount of vitamin C orally.

I put the things together and handed them to Mu Wanchen, saying in a huff, "Here you go, drink the blue one first. Wait about half an hour then take the pill... I'm just a barefoot doctor. Whether or not you want to eat it is your decision. If you die, don't come looking for me!"

Mu Wanchen ignored my angry retort. He put the antidote and pills I gave him into a large bamboo tube, then scribbled a note—on actual paper with a brush pen!

He pushed open the window and whistled on his fingers.

A powerful hawk swooped down, extending its sharp talons to grasp the bamboo tube.

"Deliver this to Lian Long." Mu Wanchen gave a simple order, and the mountain hawk let out a long cry before turning and flying away.

I was dumbstruck.

Can this such "primitive" way of delivery actually work!

"Can hawks understand what you're saying Send the animals, is that reliable!" My head was full of question marks.

Mu Wanchen said lightly, " ... you were discovered by the Divine Eagle. If I hadn't arrived in time, you wouldn't even know which bed you were lying on now."

I was so angry my face turned red. I lowered my head and rummaged through my backpack: "Does it even matter which bed I lie on! You've been bullying me too! You drugged me, and you covered your face! Are you afraid I'll call the police... I...I...where is my ID And my phone! Come back!!"

This guy returned my backpack and first-aid kit, but my ID is not in there.

He impatiently replied, “Everything is here, find it yourself!”

But I can't find it!

My ID card is in my backpack. I dumped everything out of my backpack onto the stone bed, including the clothes I brought to change into.

Everything is here, just no ID or cell phone.

I turned to Mu Wanchen anxiously, "You don't keep your word! Since you promised to let me go home, why haven't you returned my ID card and phone!"

Those who buy and sell humans in the mountains usually hide or destroy their victims' ID cards, preventing them from escaping. Deep in the mountains, they are lost and have no direction. How can they possibly escape home on foot

The King of Wizards, what a despicable and brutal bandit leader! He says he'll let me go home, but I know he never intended to. desolate wasteland. Where could there be the aura of living beings from the mortal realmEven the underworld's throng of minor deities are vibrant, and even though the surrounding scenery never change...