Xuanxia

Chapter 617 Exposed
"Not good! Not good!"

Yang Fuwang shouted and rushed into the refugee camp, a little panicked: "There is a big monk who fainted outside the camp!"

It was late at night and most people were asleep, but his shouting still woke up many people. Some of them walked out of their tents with hazy eyes, and some monks also came out.

"What's going on?" someone asked.

"I...I got up to relieve myself."

Yang Fuwang said innocently: "Then I saw the big monk running outside the camp."

Although Jigong said that good children should not lie, he didn't care.

I'm about to avenge my mother, why would I have to tell a lie?

He scratched his head and said, "He looked very strange. He was shouting, saying, spare him, he was just doing something for someone else... and he was running. Then, he fell down and fainted."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people who gathered around all looked confused, and most of the monks just frowned. Only a few monks had strange expressions.

"Since the master has fainted outside the camp, let's go and carry him back."

One refugee said: "It's so cold today, lying outside will cause trouble."

"It's okay, we can just go." A monk who had a strange look on his face said first: "Dear donors, you are still patients, there is no need to..."

"Hey, it's okay!"

Someone in the crowd laughed and said, "We've been drinking porridge for a few days, and we're feeling much better now. We can go and help out, so let's go."

"Yes."

Someone else responded, "Let us help too. You have helped us so much, so we can also do something."

The monk hesitated for a moment and nodded, but still turned around and said something to his other fellow disciple, probably asking him to call Fatuo.

On this side, Yang Fuwang had taken the initiative to lead the way. Some enthusiastic refugees and some monks all walked out of the camp together.

Halfway through the walk, he quietly turned his head and winked at the shadow beside him.

No one noticed that there was a small figure in the shadow, which disappeared silently.

That is of course the cat.

She moved between the tents with great agility, hiding herself in the shadows, so light that no one could detect her.

Soon, she came out of the tent and ran towards where the monk was unconscious.

There, a group of children had already covered themselves in rags and were ready to dress up as ghosts. There was also an older, honest boy who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old hiding in the bushes not far away, with his head exposed and a look of expectation in his eyes.

"Here they come, they're almost here!"

The cat shouted in a low voice: "Get ready!"

"Here we come, we're here too!" the other two children shouted softly and ran over from the direction of Hongjiang. They were holding a wooden basin filled with water, one on the left and one on the right.

With a splash, the whole basin of water was poured onto the monk's face.

"!!!"

The monk shuddered all over, but did not wake up immediately. He just shook his head, and it took him a long time to come to his senses and slowly stand up. By then, the cat and the two kids who splashed water had already disappeared.

He looked around, but there was no one around. It was still dark at night, and only the cold feeling as cold as water spread across his face.

His eyes widened, as if he had remembered...

He had encountered a ghost before, and he ran away all the way, and then... suddenly he lost consciousness!
Did I fall, or...

The monk couldn't help but let his mind wander, and at this moment, a gray shadow floated past him again.

"Again?!"

The monk's eyes turned red: "Why are you pestering me?"

"What... did you say..."

A sinister voice floated from another place: "You killed... us..."

The monk finally couldn't hold back any more, tears of fear flowed down his eyes, he knelt down from sitting position, clasped his hands together and begged for mercy: "I'm just an employee, an employee!"

"You killed someone, how come your hands aren't stained with blood?"

The eerie voice seemed to be getting closer and farther, and the gray shadows around it appeared and disappeared from time to time: "You have committed so many sins, when you walk... don't your feet hurt?!" The last question of the ghost voice was so loud and close that it was almost ringing in his ears, and the monk was scared to the point of almost peeing his pants.

"!!!"

He was shocked and hurriedly dug out the bag of yellow mud from the sole of his shoe.

This ghost even knew that something was hidden in his shoes... What else is there to doubt?

"I, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

He held the bag of yellow mud powder in both hands and kowtowed to the gray shadows flickering around him, tears streaming down his face: "I was wrong! Please forgive me! Don't take my life!"

He said quickly, "I was ordered by Senior Brother Fado to bring the yellow mud powder that can cause the disease with me, secretly mixed it into the water, and fed it to you, just to make you sicker!"

"Because someone needs to die in the camp. If someone dies, we can call for a coffin. The herbs for refining the Purifying Pork Soup can also be hidden in the coffin and transported here. At the same time, we can use your corpses to send out some secret letters to facilitate the contact with the people outside..."

There was no need for interrogation this time. In order to atone his sins, he had already confessed everything like spitting out beans.

But as he was talking, the monk vaguely realized through his intuition as a cultivator that the eerie ghost voice seemed to have disappeared.

"Go, go?"

He raised his head, and there was no more gray shadow flickering before his eyes.

However, before the monk could show any joy, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that there seemed to be someone standing not far away from him.

He slowly turned his head and saw a group of refugees and a few monks standing not far away, looking at him.

The faces of the refugees were filled with astonishment and anger, and the faces of several monks were filled with disbelief. Only one or two monks had expressions filled with disappointment.

“You, you, you guys…”

The monk was stunned: "Why are you here..."

"You, you, you..." A refugee asked hoarsely, "What are you holding in your hand?"

The monk looked down and saw that the oil paper bag in his hand was nothing but yellow mud powder.
He was startled and quickly put away the oil paper bag and tried to stuff it into his arms in a panic.

But how could the angry refugees let him hide now?

Several young and strong refugees immediately rushed over and tried to snatch the bag of yellow mud powder from his hand.

In the crowd, the monk who knew the truth had a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and his internal energy surged, clearly ready to take action!

But the next moment, a hand came over lightly and pressed on his shoulder.

In an instant, the monk's internal energy suddenly went out, and an extremely heavy force penetrated into his body from his shoulders, shaking his whole body, almost stopping his heart, and causing blood to seep from between his gums.

On the other side, the monk kneeling on the ground had just recovered and saw a group of refugees rushing towards him, and was ready to resist.

But a stone flew over without warning and hit him in the ribs and waist!

The monk was beaten to pieces before he could even catch his breath. The pain made his eyes go white and he almost fainted again.

At this time, the refugees had already rushed over and snatched the yellow mud powder from his hand.

"You said, this thing can cause plague?!"

A tall refugee held the oil-paper bag in his hand and said angrily, "Why do you have this thing? What's going on?"

The monk had a stone hit his waist at this time and was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. He was also held down by several refugees. He could only look for help to his companions not far away.

However, most monks are also confused.

They were not aware of it.

The only monk who knew the situation turned his head stiffly and looked at the person next to him.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Fu Qingzhou, who was dressed as Jigong, stood beside him and said with a smile, "I'm not good-looking."

"You're going to tell it or not!" On the other side, the refugees were already angry.

The tall refugee stretched out his hand and pinched the monk's mouth open: "If you don't tell me, I will stuff this bag of things into your mouth!"

"Tell me, tell me..." The monk wanted to cry but had no tears: "I'll tell you everything..."

(End of this chapter)