"No matter whether I caught it myself or bought it from outside, I have to eat it. If I don't eat it, my hidden disease will relapse again, and it may be even worse than before."

"So for the past year, I have eaten snake soup for two days every month. Maybe I ate too many snakes and violated the snake spirit, so I was punished on my son..."

At this point, Yang Huaming covered his face and cried again. His cries were filled with regret and annoyance.

"On the two days in the middle of the first month, I went out to the fields to catch snakes."

Yang Huaming continued, "But in this midwinter, there are no snakes outside. I was thinking about where to find snakes to eat, and suddenly I saw a snake curled up under the corner of the backyard of my house."

"What kind of snake is it?" Old Yang asked hurriedly, suddenly looking nervous and panicked.

"Is it a gray-brown snake with a red stripe on its back, probably longer than my arm?" the old man asked again.

Yang Huaming thought about it carefully, and then asked Old Yang: "It seems to be just such a snake, dad, how do you know so clearly? Is it possible that you want to eat it too?"

"Eat your head!"

Old Yangtou directly picked up the tobacco stick in his hand and hit Yang Huaming's head hard several times.

"You beast!"

"Snake, Huangpizi, they are all earthly immortals and psychics,"

"As a villager, we can eat any kind of rabbit or deer in the mountains, but we cannot touch these two things!"

"No matter it's a wild snake in the field, everyone will take a detour when they see it."

"The snake I'm telling you about has been seen at home for several years. It is a domestic snake and a treasure at home."

"Now that you have eaten all the treasures of the town, who will give you retribution if not retribution? You deserve it, you are looking for death! I will beat you to death, you beast."

Old Yangtou couldn't help being angry and punched and kicked Yang Huaming without showing any signs of distress.

Yang Huaming was beaten until he was holding his head and lying on the ground screaming.

Yang Huazhong and Sun were advising on the side, while Yang Ruoqing stood aside without making any movement.

Just when Lao Yang was being beaten relentlessly, Yang Ruoqing suddenly spoke up.

"Don't fight yet, I have something to ask my fourth uncle," she said.

Old Yangtou just stopped beating him, and he said to Yang Huaming, who had a bruised nose and swollen face: "I will settle the score with you after Qing'er has finished asking."

Then the anger retreated aside.

Here, Yang Ruoqing came to Yang Huaming, squatted down and said: "Fourth uncle, what kind of miraculous medicine did Xue Laizi prescribe for you? Do you still have it in hand? I want to see it!"

Yang Huaming said: "There is one last one."

"Why didn't you eat the last one?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

Yang Huaming said: "The medicine was extremely unpalatable and had a disgusting taste. I really didn't know what to do so I took it."

"Later I saw that my hidden disease was almost healed, so I stopped taking it and left the last pill."

"Bring it over and let me take a look." Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huaming searched for a long time on his body and found a small white porcelain bottle and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.

"The last pill is packed in this. When it was given to me, there were two pairs, which were as full as a bottle." Yang Huaming said.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the small porcelain bottle in her hand, which was not much bigger than an adult's middle finger. At first glance, she thought the shape of the bottle was a bit weird.

What's weird is there, but I can't put it into words.

He pulled out the cork on the bottle and poured the pill inside into the palm of his hand.

In order to facilitate the inspection and study of the pills, Yang Ruoqing temporarily handed the small bottle in her hand to Mrs. Sun beside her and asked her to hold it first.

The small pill is pitch black, and at first glance, it looks like the size of a pea.

The surface is a bit rough, and when you take it out, you can smell a faint fishy smell.

This is not a fishy smell, but a... putrid smell.

Yang Ruoqing pinched some black powder with her fingernails, put it in front of her nose and sniffed it carefully.

His brows furrowed.

Damn it, is this the ‘essence’ extracted from the latrine?

This really takes the stink to a new level.

"Dad, pour me a bowl of water," she said again.

Yang Huazhong quickly poured a bowl of water over. Yang Ruoqing took half of the pills, crushed them and put them into the water.

When the powder meets water, it suddenly turns purple. Every grain of rough powder greedily sucks the water, and then begins to expand and expand...

Everyone gathered around, all eyes locked on the cup held in Yang Ruoqing's hand.

"What is going on? I thought it would turn into a bowl of black water, but why does it look like a dish?" Mrs. Sun couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ruoqing said: "The exciting part is yet to come."

Then, she took out the silver needle in her hand and inserted it into the bowl of water. The silver needle turned black when she rubbed it.

Everyone was stunned, Yang Huaming even broke out in cold sweat, and his legs were trembling.

"Yes, it's poisonous?" he stammered.

Old Yangtou also looked frightened and stared at Yang Huaming.

"You beast, you ate something so poisonous and treated it like a treasure. Why didn't I poison you to death? Huh?" Lao Yangtou was so angry that he threatened to beat me again.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing suddenly heard a "Huh" sound.

The silver needle in her hand picked up something in front of her eyes, and she was looking at it carefully.

"What's wrong, Qing'er? What is this? It's as dark as rotten vegetable leaves." Old Yangtou hurried over and asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Wait a moment."

Then, she picked up another one and still looked at it.

In this way, she looked at several different ones, and her face became more solemn every time she looked at them.

In the end, she put the silver needle in her hand back on the table along with the cup of pitch-black stuff, and said, "These black things are soaked snake skins, spider shells, scorpion feet, and toad meat!"

"No wonder they are so poisonous. These things are the most powerful poisons in the world. They are more poisonous than arsenic and crane-crested red..."

"boom!"

Mrs. Sun's hand shook, and the small porcelain bottle in her hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"I'll take care of it right away," Mrs. Sun said, and hurriedly knelt down to pick it up, but was grabbed by Yang Ruoqing.

"Mom, don't move," she said, her eyes falling on a few of the fragments, then she knelt down and stretched out her hand.

When she pieced the broken pieces of porcelain together, a complete pattern came into view!

Lotus, a black lotus in full bloom.

Xue Laizi, the so-called miracle doctor who hides in the city, turned out to be from the Black Lotus Sect after working for a long time!

"Qing'er, what's wrong? What's going on? Tell us quickly."

Old Yang came over again and asked.

As far as the old man can remember, he has never seen such a solemn expression on Yang Ruoqing's face since she recovered from her madness.

"If this poisonous pill is so poisonous, why is your fourth uncle still fine?"

"Could it be a chronic poison that stays in the body for ten or eight years, and then poisons your fourth uncle to death?" the old man continued.
Chapter completed!