Versatile Mage

“Lo, are the pills fried?” The voice of a middle-aged man came in.

“Just sit by the stove.” Su Xiaolo's voice came from the inner house.

“Ok, I heard old man Yang say that you are already dispensing medicine, it is really a pleasure, you know that since Uncle Guan left, there is nothing we can do about the disease in our villages, luckily you are here...” The elderly laughed.

“Oh, thank you, Fuda. He is a drug primer that rains heavily.” Su Xiaolo said.

“Oh, oh, I'm talking to Fuda. ”

Occasionally in the wooden house, there was a spark snapping in the fireplace and Mars jumped out of nowhere, leaving a burning mark on the wooden circle.

The talking old man was dressed in a coat. He put the coat in a bamboo basket and revealed a well-maintained face. He just laughed with wrinkles, making it easy to tell his age.

“Fu Da, you are really lucky.” The old man, Shasan, smiled and patted the shoulders of a skinny young man with his hands.

“You're hurting me.” The skinny young man turned his head stubbornly and said in a moody tone.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you're hurt here, too.” The old man, Shasan, sat in front of a skinny young man and laughed.

Skinny young people still sit there, completely unresponsive to what Chézanne said.

The old man Xiaoluo sighed and asked Su Xiaoluo in the inner room: “Is he amnesiac or has he become a fool? ”

“I don't know, stupid anyway.” Su Xiaolo replied.

“Memory loss is okay, mostly because of what struck the mind, or because of a severe head trauma, which also requires treatment. If it's because you've become a fool, it's hard to recover.” Chézanne continued.

“The pills are ready!” Su Xiaolo came out with a dark pot of medicine.

Chelsea picked it up and Su Xiaoluo hurriedly reminded him that it was hot. Chelsea just reacted and almost turned over the freshly fried medicine.

“How can you take care of this village when you're so big and so grumpy!” Su Xiaoluo counts fell to Xiesang Road.

“Hey, don't blame Uncle Murakami for not reminding you that you are also young and always live with this boy...”

“Send the medicine! ”

“All right, all right. ”

As soon as Cesar left, Su Xiaoluo patted himself on his sour shoulder somewhat tirelessly.

She glanced at Zhang Xiaohou sitting in front of the fire basin like a wooden stake and couldn't help but grunt.

Even hummed a few times, Zhang Xiaohou sat there indifferent, which made her angry and stomped her feet. She simply turned her head and couldn't even look at him.

“Not good!! No!!!! ”

“Hide, hide!!! ”

At this point, there was a panicked aunt outside.

Su Xiaoluo hurriedly pushed open the window and saw Aunt Xie running to the village in panic. She ran so fast that she fell into the mud two times in a row.

“What's the matter, thank God!” Su Xiaolo asked hastily.

“Dead spirits, there are dead spirits at the entrance of the village... the village old man was eaten alive...” Xie Dasheng was obviously scared to death, his voice trembled to the extreme.

“I'm going to see...” Su Xiaoloma immediately put on her coat and stepped outside the house.

Zhang Xiaohou saw her run out, and he didn't even want to follow her. He was afraid that something would happen to her.

Some villagers screamed in the village, and a few dared to climb deep into the village to escape...

Su Xiaoluo and Zhang Xiaohou ran straight to the entrance of the village. He discovered that the road at the entrance of the village was actually red. The blood mixed into the rain water and flowed into a stream, which spread into countless pieces outside the entrance of the village.

Several young and powerful villagers are standing in the rain with their hoes. They dare not approach the village entrance and can only stare dead at the rotten corpse that is eating the old man at the village entrance...

“What's the matter, old man Shomura didn't drink Kunjing's well water??” Su Xiaolo's face turned pale after seeing this bloody scene.

“Of course I did, but the Dead Spirit doesn't know what's going on, and will attack us... most of them are mutant dead spirits!” The villager who was shivering with a hoe to protect himself said.

“It must be cursed. We in Huacun must be cursed! Lao He died a week ago under the claws of the Dead Spirit. One died three nights ago. Today is the evening when the entrance of the village was attacked. Soon a large number of dead spirits will rush into the village and eat us all... Curse, I told you not to do that, we are cursed!!” Another middle-aged villager was scared to death.

The corpse was so cruel that, after eating the old man's guts, it seemed as though it had not been satisfied, it burst into another young villager who was delusional enough to drive it away.

The young villager didn't even swing the ridiculous sickle, so he was bitten open his throat, the sticky blood sprayed out, how striking under this grey rain screen!!

Villagers protect themselves in a special way and are not attacked by the dead. But once things go wrong, they can't even fight a rotter!

“Run! ”

Several young and powerful villagers immediately frightened their souls away and fled towards the village.

“You can't let it into the village!” Su Xiaoluo wanted to call the villagers, who knew that their frightened souls were scattered and fled faster than anyone else.

Su Xiaoluo bit his teeth and rushed towards the wall of wood piles...

The rotting corpse did not fully enter the village. If you put down the wooden pile door at the entrance of the village, you can solve this crisis. The wooden pile is made of gray wood. The dead spirit is not naturally fond of this wooden product, and will be far from the village...

Su Xiaoluo ran to the gate organ, who knew that the corpse suddenly stared at her with green oil eyes.

The corpse abandoned the young villagers who had chewed on half, like a hungry wild dog, and went mad towards Su Xiaoluo.

“What are you doing? I don't want to live!” An old lady screamed.

Su Xiaoluo turned his head and discovered that the rotting corpse rushed towards her. That speed was astonishing, as if it had fallen in front of him in a blink of an eye.

“Fire! ”

“Burst! ”

At the onset of a thousand shots, a flame swept through the dense rain on the muddy trail, accurately falling on the corpse.

The flame burst open and suddenly the corpse was blown out, causing the body to crumble open.

“How can you people handle the dead? Get out of here!” On Muddy Village Road, a young man with eyebrows cried out.

As soon as those who fled in a hurry saw the youth, they saw the Buddha save his life...

“Great, Hung Joon, you're in the village, now you're saved! ”

“Hung Jun, this rotten corpse is brutal, why don't we wait for your father to arrive to fight it together?” Several villagers hurried away and hid behind the young man named Hung Joon.

“Huh, a rotten corpse, I can handle it alone.” The young man named Hung Jun has a slight arrogance on his face!