Apocalyptic Return To Famine

   Chapter 113 The secret of the chief

  Sect Master has never encountered such a situation. Although there have been cases where treatment has not been good before, it is the first time that the first step from the spiritual power into the body has failed.

   "Sect Chief, am I healed?"

   After feeling that the foreign spiritual power was ejected, Tang Mo looked up at him pitifully and asked.

   Sure enough, Xiao Tao guessed right, the secret of this treatment is not the medicine bug, but the spiritual treatment of the head of the sect.

   Having figured out the bottom line, Tang Mo did not dare to act rashly any more. She is now in someone else's territory, and she is not afraid of the head of the sect alone.

   But in case she was shocked by the grass, it would be really troublesome for the entire Wuxi Village to attack her.

   As for how to get this secret out of Zongchang’s mouth, we still have to think long-term.

   The mental power that was bounced back in the head of Zongchang has not stabilized at this time, and his head is aching.

   "I understand your disease, but there is no matching medicine insect yet. After we go to the place you mentioned and catch a batch of insects in a few days, I will make medicine for you."

   "Okay, then thank you Zongchang."

  The two have their own thoughts, and the faces are more sincere than the other.

   On the way away from the head of the sect, Tang Mo's mood was much lighter, and now at least he knew about the spiritual treatment. Sure enough, this Wuxi Village has what she wants.

   She wouldn't leave until she got this secret, Tang Mo didn't have the habit of returning empty-handed.

   On the second day of coming to Wuxi Village, and walking on the road, the house construction is not as shocking, mysterious and daunting as the first time I saw it yesterday.

   However, are those weird paintings on this wall created by the head of the sect to hide people's eyes and ears?

   At the end of Tang Dynasty, he randomly picked the wall of a house and approached it, and the wooden board was painted with an indistinguishable dye.

   These patterns are all broken, like twisted lines intertwined, making it impossible to see what it is.

  Tang Mo's eyes stared at the line tightly. Although she couldn't understand it, she always felt that there was a mysterious force attracting her.

   I don't know if I stared at it for too long, just when Tang Mo was trying to clear those lines, his eyes suddenly became dizzy, and Tang Mo involuntarily took a step back.

"Are you OK?"

  Xiaohu happened to be passing by and saw Tang Mo's body swaying as if he was about to fall, so he hurried over to support her.

"fine."

  Tang Mo took a step back and blinked hard.

   Maybe it was because I was too tired yesterday, and I stayed up for half the night waiting for everyone to go to bed and go out to see the semi-finished medicine insects. There is no reason to rest well.

   "What are you doing here?"

  Xiaohu holds a weapon in his hand and is dressed neatly.

   "Go out to hunt, only if you bring back the spoils and turn them in, we will have nothing to eat on this day."

  Xiaohu roughly told Tang Mo about the situation of Wuxi Village.

   It turns out that Wuxi Village is not as secluded as everyone said, and they also have to go out hunting every day.

   However, their activities are very close, and they have to come back every night, hand in all the spoils, and then wait for the chief to distribute some poor food as a necessity for survival.

   The spoils of war cannot be hidden at all. Once discovered, the Sect Chief will no longer take care of you when you are ill, and the medicinal insects have nothing to do with you.

  Many lonely elderly people do not have labor, so naturally they cannot get food.

   Too many old people have not survived this year, and most of the people left in Wuxi Village are useful people.

   This is the real labor squeeze, or squeeze an entire village at once.

   At the end of Tang Dynasty, he clicked his tongue in his heart.

  This chief can be real and ruthless in what he does, but he has the trump card of medicinal insects, which makes the villagers respect him very much.

   No wonder he can feed himself so fat in such a world without doing anything.

   At the same time, the psychic power user, let's see what other people are doing.

  Feelings This is a living Buddha enshrined by the villagers of Wuxi Village.

   But the people here don't even listen to Xiao Tao's words. Naturally, Tang Mo would not be boring himself, so he said goodbye to Xiao Hu and went home.

  Xiaohu's parents were not at home at this time. Although the two of them couldn't kill alien beasts, they might be able to get a little food when they went to the sect chief's house to find some work to do.

  Xiao Tao's room was not closed, Tang Mo glanced inside when passing by.

  Xiao Tao is still leaning against the head of the bed and reading a book.

   Tang Mo saw the cover of the book. It was something like Zhouyi gossip. The pattern on the cover immediately attracted Tang Mo.

   She faintly felt that the pattern seemed a little familiar, and involuntarily knocked on the door and entered Xiao Tao's room.

   "Sister, are you back?"

   There is one more person in the family who can understand her words and is willing to listen to her words. Xiao Tao feels very happy.

   "What are you looking at?" Tang Mo pointed to the book in Xiao Tao's hand.

   "Gossip map, I'm playing with it, does my sister like this too?"

   Actually, Xiao Tao couldn't understand it either, even though she had read all the books at hand, she had no choice but to dig out some old grandpa's books from the bottom of the box to relieve her boredom.

   At the end of Tang Dynasty, he took the book that Xiao Tao handed over and flipped through it.

   "Are the paintings on the houses in the village from the past?"

   "Well, I heard from my grandfather that when he was a child, Wuxi Village did a lot of research on Zhouyi's gossip. Later, when it came to the younger generation, it disappeared."

   At the end of Tang, it was a pity that she held the book in her hand. In fact, she quite liked these things, but unfortunately those old people who understood are no longer there.

   "Xiao Tao, are you a power user?" Tang Mo suddenly asked.

   "Yes, the spiritual department. It sounds strange that most of the power users in our village are spiritual."

   "Then why don't you use mental power to heal yourself?"

There is no official precedent for    psychic healing for others, but the efficacy of psychic healing on oneself has been documented in research papers.

   "Although I'm a psychic, but I'm too sick, and my psychic attribute value is too low, it's useless."

  How could Xiao Tao not try it?

  No one wants to die, they just give up hope when they really have no choice.

   "Can you lend me this book?"

  Book of Changes and Eight Diagrams of Zhouyi, you can't understand it if you read it in a shallow way. You can only read it slowly while thinking about it.

   It can be seen that Tang Mo is interested, not only this book, Xiao Tao moved out a stack of books in this area and handed them all to Tang Mo.

   Most of these books were compiled by the old people before Wuxi Village. They have a history of over a hundred years, and many people's efforts are concentrated in them.

   "If Grandpa and the others know that someone is interested in these inheritances, they will be very happy under Jiuquan!"

   (end of this chapter)