Chapter 555 (1/2)

In the next few days, although Xiao Chen didn't go to see it, there were ashes floating in the distance, and he smelled the burning smell.

Xiao Chen knew that it was the dead villagers who turned into ashes under the burning of firewood and were sent by their families to the mountain near Yang Jiazhai for burial.

These days, the voices of those practices can be heard late in the evening. If it is not for not disturbing the rest of those patients, the Taoists of these practices may have to sing until dawn.

Generally speaking, these Miao people are more traditional in this regard.

Xiao Chen didn't go to see it.

On this day, Xiao Chen just got up to wash, then went to have breakfast and looked at the patients. He saw two Miao people coming to him in a hurry.

Xiao Chen looked at the look of these two people and thought what had happened to them?

However, Xiao Chen couldn't understand the local Miao dialect they spoke.

”I don't understand what you said. I'll take you to the village head.” Those cadres in the village don't read much, but they know how to speak Mandarin, so they can communicate.

After finding the deputy village head Yang, Xiao Chen asked, ”village head Yang, what's the matter with them? Is there anyone who is sick and infected with the plague?”

”Dr. Xiao, someone is uncomfortable, but it's not the plague. There's something wrong with an old man Yang who collects rags in the village. He's a ghost.”

Ghost upper body?

In broad daylight?

”Village head Yang, what's going on? Let's go and have a look first. ”

Now those villagers in the village know that Xiao Chen not only has powerful medical skills, but also knows magic. In fact, the so-called magic is that little brother Yang saw Xiao Chen burning Fu to lead the way that day.

In fact, Xiao Chen knew that what he knew was not a spell, and he didn't understand it when he talked to ordinary villagers.

The two uncles and nephews of village head Yang and old man Yang followed him to an ordinary family over there. Now there are several Miao people here.

These days, because those other dead Miao people were buried, many Miao people didn't sleep well, just because they heard the sound of doing Dharma at night.

Now Xiao Chen is here. It's his first time to come to Miao village here. Basically, houses are built of stone, wood and bamboo, as well as some stilted buildings.

These houses have some antique feeling, but they are easy to encounter fire. In case of fire, they are afraid to burn down in a fire.

”Dr. Xiao, the seventh master is here.” According to the seniority, this old man Yang is the seventh uncle and seventh master of this pair of uncles and nephews.

However, old man Yang is still unmarried. He is now in his fifties. He usually collects rags. Recently, it is because of the plague that he did not leave Yang's village to collect rags.

I didn't expect this to happen now.

Xiao chenjin went into the small yard and then into the small living room. The small living room is a room. Now the old man Yang is inside.

”My seventh uncle is inside.” Said the middle-aged man.

Xiao Chen opens the curtain cloth. Xiao Chen sees a man with dark skin and black hair lying there.

It's not right to look at each other.

Xiao Chen first felt his pulse, then looked at the other party's face through perspective, and a layer of black gas shrouded under the impression of the other party's face.

As the saying goes, when the Yintang is black, there will be a disaster of blood.