That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Cuiwei Mountain?

Jiang Jingming felt a chill run down his spine.

Tingpu Villa is located in Cuiwei Mountain. Could this man's illness be related to the massacre of his family?

What does that mean?

“A few days ago, Tiezhu from the village came to him and said there was a way to make money, and asked him if he wanted to go for it.”

The old woman wiped away her tears, her heart aching, and knew that she had to explain the whole story clearly in order to have any hope of being rescued.

"When I asked, I found out that they were planning to steal some things from Tingpu Manor to resell. They said that such a big manor must have many priceless relics since people are dead. They could just take some of them and live off them for a lifetime."

"I quickly stopped him, saying that such an evil place was not to be visited. So many people had died there, and the evil spirits had turned into malevolent ghosts. Living people should never go there!"

"It's a pity my husband is so naive; he was tricked into going with Tiezhu and the others... Ever since he came back, he's been saying he has a fever and his chest feels like it's on fire. I only made tea to pick him up today..."

At this point, the old woman finally broke down in tears.

"Sister Fang, Sister Fang."

Seeing this, Xie Yunqi couldn't bear it and gently tugged at Fang Zhiyi's sleeve.

"Ok?"

Fang Zhiyi turned to look at her, her tone gentle.

Xie Yunqi looked worried.

"What illness has this person contracted? Is there no hope of recovery?"

"He's not sick..."

Fang Zhiyi shook her head, and halfway through her sentence, she met Jiang Jingming's gaze.

She paused slightly, then forced a helpless smile.

Fang Zhiyi flicked her long sleeves and raised her eyebrows slightly, signaling him to move aside a little.

Jiang Jingming quickly stepped aside, making way for this genuine, unparalleled physician to see patients.

Seeing this, the old woman seemed to have grasped a lifeline and hurriedly stepped back, looking at Fang Zhiyi with red eyes.

Fang Zhiyi took out a needle roll from her sleeve, took out a long needle, and used it to open the clothes on his chest.

"My God."

Lu Zhao's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but shudder.

The man's chest was charred black, with bulging veins almost visible, trembling with his weak breathing, as if it would burst open at any moment.

Only then can one know whether the opinion is strange or not; the hand holding the needle remains steady in the wind, not moving an inch.

Jiang Jingming thought to himself, "Sure enough, at this time, we should let a proper doctor treat the illness."

Superstitions about seeing evil spirits or being tainted by unclean things are unacceptable.

However, after observing for a while, Fang Zhiyi surprisingly spoke in a serious tone:

“Your husband didn’t have any sudden illness; he did get infected with something unclean.”

"???"

Chapter 87 Protecting Him in Front

A series of question marks slowly appeared on Jiang Jingming's face.

dirty stuff?

Is it the kind of unclean thing that the village shaman can get rid of by burning some talismans and water?

Jiang Jingming suspected that Fang Zhiyi was joking again.

But her tone was very serious, unlike her usual casual and smiling manner.

"Heavenly Bodhisattva, it's really true, it's really true! It's all my fault for not stopping him..."

Upon hearing her words, the old woman immediately believed her without a doubt and burst into tears of regret.

Xie Yunqi was startled when he heard that there was a ghost.

She shrank behind Jiang Jingming, revealing only her beautiful, wary eyes.

"Sister Fang, what kind of evil spirit are you talking about? He looks like this, could he be possessed by a ghost?"

"That's not it."

Fang Zhiyi smiled slightly, clearly pleased that she had amused them.

She raised her hand, picked up the needle, and inserted the long needle into an acupoint on his chest.

The man seemed to freeze in place for a moment, his convulsions stopping, and he lay stiffly on the ground.

Fang Zhiyi took out a willow-leaf knife from the needle roll, closed one eye slightly, as if measuring the angle of the cut in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Although the old woman was scared and worried, she knew that she could only rely on this doctor of unknown origin at this moment. She just clenched her hands tightly and dared not breathe.

A bird's cry rang out from the apricot grove, startling all the onlookers.

In that instant, Fang Zhiyi's knife pierced the man's heart.

The man did not struggle as expected, lying flat like a corpse, with bluish-black blood flowing from the cut.

Fang Zhiyi's knife-wielding movements were fluid and graceful. She cut open the heart along the blood vessels, and the blood mixed with an indescribable taste.

What is this smell?

Xie Yunqi covered his nose, speaking in a muffled voice.

"It looks like something has rotted."

Jiang Jingming, who was closest, sniffed and felt a little nauseous but could still bear it.

After all, I've seen far too many disgusting things lately.

Aqing stood behind him, watching quietly, when suddenly her gaze turned cold.

"There's something inside him."

Her tone was decisive and very firm.

Jiang Jingming was about to ask her what she was when he realized there was no need to ask anymore.

Because he saw it too.

It was obvious that a long, black, strip-shaped object was moving rapidly under the man's skin.

"what!"

Xie Yunqi let out a short scream, his small face scrunched up.

Now she only regretted that she had such sharp eyes; all of this looked absolutely disgusting.

"What is that...?"

The old woman also saw what was hidden inside her husband's body, and her face turned pale and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

Lu Zhao gripped the sword hilt and quickly took two steps back.

Although he was a strong and robust man, his courage and boldness when facing these things were actually not much different from Miss Xie's.

Of all those present, only Fang Zhiyi remained unfazed. She took out a packet of powder from her sleeve and sprinkled it onto the wound that had just been opened.

The black worm was clearly agitated and began to wriggle more violently inside his body, as if it wanted to tear his flesh apart inch by inch.

"It looks like it's about to pop out!"

Xie Yunqi exclaimed in surprise, covering her eyes as she dared not look.

"Will not."

Fang Zhiyi responded calmly, her thin knife following the movement of the black insect, remaining perfectly composed.

Finally, as the black worm swam back to its heart, the scalpel fell again, accurately blocking its last escape route.

Fang Zhiyi reached out and her fingertips sank half an inch into her heart. After a brief pause, she withdrew her hand.

The terrifying black worm fell into her hands!

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, the Greatly Compassionate and Merciful Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara who saves us from suffering and distress..."

Lu Zhao's face was ashen; it seemed he had been gone for quite some time.

Jiang Jingming's gaze followed Fang Zhiyi's every move.

She caught the black worm, grabbed its tail, and remained calm throughout.

What is this?

Jiang Jingming frowned.

This black insect was completely black and looked like a legless centipede; its writhing posture was repulsive.

"This is... something dirty."

Fang Zhiyi drew out the last syllable, then suddenly smiled faintly:

"It's not that I got sick, but that I picked up something dirty on Cuiwei Mountain."

The black insect, which had been struggling wildly in her hand, suddenly calmed down, coiled into a spiral, and obediently lay in her palm.

"Young lady, is my husband... is he still alive?"

The old woman, her eyes brimming with tears, held the man's hand and asked in a trembling voice.

At that moment, she had no time to be afraid, nor did she care what kind of terrifying thing the black worm was; she only wanted to know if her husband could survive.

"Alive."

Fang Zhiyi raised her eyes and smiled gently:

"The feverish feeling in my body the past two days was caused by this worm moving through my flesh and blood. The sudden, severe pain today is because it has begun to gnaw at my heart."

She was talking about some rather frightening things, as if discussing what to eat for dinner, completely oblivious to the lives of those around her.

"However, since it has been removed in time, there is no major problem. It will take a few days to rest."

"That's good, that's good!"

The old woman finally breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

Lu Zhao imagined a huge black worm living inside his body, even planning where to start eating him, when suddenly everything went black.

Xie Yunqi was clearly thinking about this as well, his face turning pale.

"Jingming, I suddenly don't think ghosts are so scary anymore!"

She said it with trepidation.

Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, then suddenly smiled and handed the black worm in her palm to her.

"Don't be afraid. Look, it's not very energetic now."

"Ahhhh!!!"

Xie Yunqi sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Sister Fang, you're scaring me!!!"

The young lady, with a mournful face, used Jiang Jingming as a human shield to protect herself.

Jiang Jingming was pushed forward by her, which allowed him to see the black insect more clearly.

Just as Fang Zhiyi said, it was curled up harmlessly, showing no signs of having just nearly killed someone.

Fang Zhiyi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, gesturing for Jiang Jingming to open his palms like her.

"If you want to know what it is, catch it."

Jiang Jingming looked into her misty, rain-like eyes and saw only a hint of a joke in them, so he wasn't intimidated and calmly extended his hand.

Fang Zhiyi twitched his fingertips slightly, and the black worm suddenly wriggled again, slowly crawling towards his palm.

A nameless fear crept uncontrollably into Jiang Jingming's heart, and he frowned slightly.

It's like walking in a forest and suddenly hearing the sound of a venomous snake crushing fallen leaves as it silently approaches.