Tang Ning avoided the man's hand and pointed at the two people above and said, "You can help me to the clinic, they are not dead yet."

"This is what was dragged out from the clinic, and only one breath is left. The doctor said he couldn't save him anymore. Don't mess around. If you should beg for alms, go and beg for alms." The man said, while covering the straw mat, he looked at the little monk not big and did not bother with him.

Upon hearing this, Tang Ning thought for a moment and said, "Then please help me deliver it to the inn! This is a reward." As he said that, he took out a gold coin.

The man looked at the gold coins and was surprised that a little monk could take out such a gold coins. He sighed and said, "Little monk, what are you trying to do? This dead man will not let him enter the inn. Even if he only breathes in one breath, they will not let him in, for fear of being unlucky in death."

As he said that, the man looked at the two men with purple and black faces again and said, "They were poisonous. The doctor said they were helpless, so don't mess around."

"Do you want to send them to the mass grave?" Tang Ning asked.

"Where can I send it to you if I don't send it? Those who are unclaimed have to send it to you." The man said, dragging the cart away, but when the cart was pulled, the feeling suddenly became heavier.

His body stiffened and he thought to himself: Could it be that there is a ghost? I wanted to look back, but when he thought of the little monk lifting the straw mat and revealing the two purple-black faces, he was so scared that he didn't dare to turn around. He quickly moved his pace and drove away with the cart.

At the city gate, when I saw a young monk in green sitting on the cart that was transporting the corpse, everyone was stunned. The little monk was fine, right? Why did he sit on the cart of the dead? How unlucky!

Only Tang Ning sat on the cart and lifted the straw mat covering the two men, helped them get the lower pulse, and stuffed a detox pill into their mouths to save their lives.

When he arrived at the mass grave, the cart stopped. The man closed his eyes and muttered: "Don't blame me if you have any blame. If you have any injustice, you have a debt. I am just a person who makes some money by towing a cart. Don't...ah!"

When he turned around and opened his eyes to dig a hole with a hoe, he was frightened by the smiling monk sitting on the cart. He exclaimed, and the hoe fell to the ground and hit his feet. He screamed in pain and then fell backwards and fell on the mass grave.

"You, you, the little monk, why did you get on the cart? And you didn't even say a word. You want to scare someone to death!" The man shouted angrily, patted his chest, rubbed his foot that was hurt, and then got up and patted off the mud and sand that was stained on his body.

Seeing the man's panic, Tang Ning couldn't help but chuckled and said, "You won't send someone to the inn or to the clinic, so I have to follow you."

The man snorted when he saw this and said, "You monk are so idle. You don't go to beg for alms and come to the mass grave. I will tell you not to make trouble for me, and stay there." As he said that, he picked up the hoe and went to dig a hole.

Seeing the man digging a hole there, Tang Ning took out the silver needle to help the two men use the needle to detoxify.

The man over there was digging a hole and looking back from time to time, he didn't know what the little monk was messing with. He just shook his head and whispered: "There are people who are almost dead and are still struggling there. It's really a pitfall in their brains."

He put down his hoe and prepared to come and move the body, but he saw the two lying on their backs twitching suddenly, spitting out a mouthful of blood, scaring him to scream like a pig.
Chapter completed!