Taste my poison

  Is it about the remains of Yunnan? The Miao people are really strange, did they quarrel for half a day just because of a few dead men's bones?

  As soon as the words "what relics" were mentioned, Wu Huan became tense. He glanced at me and then at Old Gui Po, seemingly hesitant about something. On the other hand, Wu Yang was very straightforward and sharp-tongued. Pointing at Old Gui Po's nose, he scolded: "Old insect woman, your old eyes are blind! Where did you see us colluding with the Han people? He is a disciple of Xiao Tian Shi, skilled in the Han people's magic, can't he dispel your Gu?"

  "Xiao Tian Shi?" Pu Song muttered to himself, and I noticed that the pupils in his old eyes suddenly contracted sharply.

  "Little guy, you go out first, there's nothing for you here." Wu Huan glared at Wu Yang and then hastily ordered me to leave.

  "As a disciple of an old friend, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Old Huo's wife chuckled and shook her sleeve, sprinkling out a handful of pale green powder that made my eyes sting so much I couldn't open them.

  This old man who refuses to die actually laid hands on me, and probably used some sort of poisonous insect. I hastily covered my mouth and nose, but in the brief moment before I could react, I still inhaled some of the powder.

  "Annoyed you again?" I felt a suffocating breath, and my trachea was burning like fire.

  "Gagaga, Shao Tian Shi's disciple can't be so useless, right?" Old Huai Po's voice had a hint of inexplicable hatred, and she pointed at the two old men behind me, Wu Huan and Wu Yang.

  "Haven't you colluded with the Han people? The spirits of our ancestors are watching from above."

  "This damn thing is warning the two old men not to help me, I just feel a dizzy spell, almost unable to stand still. The skin outside seems to be bitten by millions of ants, extremely painful, I lower my head and take a look, on the hand that covered my mouth earlier, there are numerous pink blisters the size of soybeans, densely packed, people with claustrophobia would probably vomit just from looking at it."

  Damn it, just now I was splattered with old lady's spittle. I stretched out my slightly trembling hand and carefully touched my face, which was painfully throbbing. The skin on my face didn't escape either. I don't dare imagine what kind of ghost I look like now.

  I'm so angry I could burst, originally having a red patch on my face was already annoying enough, now it's even better, being turned into a human-shaped toad by that old hag, what am I going to use to find a wife in the future?

  Perhaps due to the impact of my intense emotional fluctuations, the dragonfly that had been sleeping soundly inside me suddenly woke up. My life was threatened, and its small life was also threatened - what's going on? Before, when the dragonfly got angry, I could only feel it emotionally, but this time my ears were filled with its angry screams, making my blood surge wave after wave.

  Pu Song was a withered old woman, but at the time I really couldn't help but want to slap her face a few times, and I actually did so. Unfortunately, before my palm could even swing out, I was held back by the big black man standing behind Old Hua Po, one on each side.

  The old hag glared at me with a cold smile, unfortunately I couldn't reach her with my hands or kick her with my legs. I cleared my throat and was about to spit on the old hag's face to disgust her, but when I opened my mouth, I ended up spitting out the dragon leech instead.

  I was originally not far from Lao Gu Po, and Long Piao flew quickly. Pu Song hadn't even seen clearly what the thing flying over was, and subconsciously used his hand to block it.

  "Ouch."

  Pu Song's old mother grunted, suddenly swung her hand, and saw the dragonfly flying back from her hand in a circle. The thing happened so fast that I was stunned, my mouth still open, which made it easier for the dragonfly to return.

  "It's a dragonfly!" Mrs. Pu shouted, and my two black Miao men, as soon as they heard the word "dragonfly", subconsciously shuddered and loosened their grip, I hastily retreated back.

  "It's really a dragon leech! Didn't you Huamiao people say that the dragon leech can no longer be cultivated? You dare to lie in front of your ancestors' spirits, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?! " Pu Song's wife pointed at Wu Huan's old head and scolded fiercely.

  I have sharp eyes, and I saw that the old hag's hands were covered with blisters just like mine earlier. Coupled with her dark, yellowish-black skin, it was truly nauseating.

  I took another look at my hands and found that the blisters had shrunk significantly in just a short while, and they didn't hurt at all. It's amazing!

  "What thunder is this? I spit on it." Wu Huan's old head didn't back down at all, and he said: "You've been arranging spies in our village for twenty years, and now you want to steal our dragonfly? The method of cultivating dragonflies was originally researched by our Huamiao ancestors, do we have to tell you?"

  Wow, I had expected that the traitor was arranged by the Black Miao people, but I didn't expect both sides to tear their faces so simply. It's said that the Miao people are clear in their love and hate, but I didn't expect them to be so direct even when plotting secretly.

  At that time, I thought to myself, you guys go ahead and make a fuss, the more fiercely you make a scene, the safer Dog Root and I will be. At least after both sides have fallen out, Pu Song won't dare to openly take action against me on Hua Miao's turf, right? Who knew that old guy stopped after just a few sentences, leaving me slightly disappointed.

  Pu Song's old wife pulled out a dirty bottle from her collar, unscrewed the stopper and poured out some black powder. She stuck out her tongue, licked some of the powder like an old dog, then wiped the remaining powder on her hand onto the wound bitten by the dragonfly.

  Then the old hag opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of black water, which smelled like dead fish. I took a closer look and saw that it wasn't black water at all, but rather a bunch of small, black bugs about the size of sesame seeds. They stopped moving after being exposed to the air for a few seconds, apparently dead.

  "Little thing, don't think that just because you can eat the venom of a centipede, you can be arrogant." Pu Song wiped his mouth with his hand.

  "Hey, threatening me. I didn't hide the disgust on my face at all, but the old hag didn't care about it, she grinned at me with her mouth open, revealing her dark green teeth."

  "Also give a message to Nanli, we will never give up on the remains of our ancestors." Pu Song turned to Wu Huan and said.

  "See you off!" Wu Huan's face sank, and he walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.

  Pu Song's old mother-in-law left, Wu Huan and Wu Yang, the two old men, quarreled in Miao language for an entire afternoon, without even eating lunch, the two old brothers almost came to blows.

  As for me, after checking the master's notes, I knew that Lao Huipo gave me a poisonous insect called Ma Zao Chong, which was what Gou Gen encountered in Yan Shan Miao village years ago. However, Lao Huipo played a small trick and made the poison of Ma Zao Chong, which would normally take five years to kill someone, erupt immediately.

  The dog slept until the sun fell behind the mountain before waking up, and after waking up, it was still looking for water to drink everywhere. I reckon that this little fellow must have drunk at least a bucket of water today. Mrs. Pu Song said that the dragonfly can eat the poisonous mosquito, which is an unexpected gain. This little thing saved me and the dog today, and I couldn't hate it anymore.

  I originally wanted to ask Wu Huan about the whereabouts of Shifu and Nanli Shiniang, but he always avoids me. And every time I see that old guy Wu Yang, he has an expression like he wants to eat people, so I don't dare to go forward and ask questions.

  So for the next few days, I could only stay in the small building to study, and Dog Root still drank a lot of water every day, but his condition was getting better. Every time it was mealtime, someone would bring us food, although this life of having meals delivered to our mouths was quite comfortable, I still missed the business at the store.

  On the fifth evening after arriving at Shuǐ Niú Bǎ, Master and his group finally returned. It was my first time seeing Master so exhausted, not just him, even Nán Lí Shī Niáng who usually paid great attention to her image looked dusty and worn out. As soon as they got back, without even having a chance to drink water, they gathered all the elderly people in the village who could speak and had a meeting that lasted throughout the night.

  The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, my master came to the small building and woke me up. He simply reminded me a few words, no more than practicing well, and being on guard against the Miao people at ordinary times, not going to the Miao village for nothing. Then my master urged Dog Gen and me to hurry back home.

  I asked Master if anything was wrong, but he just shook his head and refused to say. Actually, I could guess even if he didn't say it, probably something about not finishing what he went out for a few days ago or related to the black Miao people who came knocking on the door a few days ago.

  In any case, it was none of my business, so I didn't persist and packed up my things to leave Wubao with Gourou, who had fully recovered.

  It was Meng Zhouchuan who saw us off. The young man had already mixed with us very familiarly, and we were all calling each other "brother" in a very familiar way. However, today he seemed distracted, as if he had something on his mind. I gave Dog Gen a look, and he went to ask Meng Zhouchuan what was wrong. In just five sentences, Meng Zhouchuan told us everything.

  After Pu Song returned, Hei Dong Miao Village sent a formal letter to Shui Niu Ba, stating that Shui Niu Ba had become the running dog of the Han people and was no longer qualified to keep the remains of the Miao ancestors. They should be handed over to them for continued preservation and worship. Hei Dong Miao Village is the largest Miao village of the Black Miao tribe, with a status equivalent to that of Shui Niu Ba of the Flowery Miao people, but its geographical location is more remote than Shui Niu Ba, and even Meng Zhou Chuan does not know its exact position.

  As a Han person, I don't think it's good for me to interfere in family matters, so I bid farewell to Meng Zhouchuan and got on the car. Before leaving, Meng Zhouchuan specially reminded me to be careful, fearing that the Black Miao people would find trouble with me. I smiled at him and said thank you brother for reminding me, then started the car and drove up the mountain.

  The house I rent is next to the police station, and even if the black-hearted people are rampant, they wouldn't dare to mess with me openly. If they try to bully me, I have this treasure of Dragon's Gallbladder, so I'm not afraid either.

  The mountain was still steep during the day, but it was much better than at night. About two hours later, we drove out of Baozhu Mountain. The dog wanted me to stay in the mountains for a few days, but I had business to attend to back at the store, so after resting for a day, I bought a ticket and returned to Kunming. Wu Xuan Yunnan