The old woman grinned, and in a trance there was the illusion that a young woman had borrowed a pale old man's skin.

She stared at Qinghu happily and said, "The little girl looks so good," and as she spoke, she took out her right hand and touched Qinghu's face neatly.

Her hands were too rough, and the old skin of the dried shell was turned up, like a brush grinding over Qinghu's face, and Qinghu's white and tender little face suddenly turned red.

The old woman couldn't get enough of admiring Qinghu's body hidden in the quilt from head to toe, her eyes were straight and rough, like a big wolf dog looking at its prey.

She continued: "Little girl, have you ever promised someone? ”

Ruxiao, who was on the side, heard the question, and a sneer flashed across her face.

Her eyes as she stared at Clear Lake turned to mockery and sneer, gloating.

Ruxiao stepped forward to take the big bowl in the old woman's hand and put it on the wooden table, "Aunt Wu, come here, I have something to tell you." ”

Ruxiao patted her skirt, glanced at Qinghu, and went straight out of the door, the old woman hurriedly followed, and came to Ruxiao with some cringe.

Qinghu saw it clearly, and he couldn't hear what Ruxiao said.

I only heard the old woman's exclamation, hurriedly pulled up her apron and wiped her hands back and forth, and looked weakly at the clear lake in the house.

She seemed to be flustered and a little helpless.

The old woman kept nodding and clasping her hands again, she seemed to be very respectful to Ruxiao.

Ruxiao went into the house and took a bunch of hay hanging on the beam, handed it to the old woman, and said something again.

Qinghu watched the old woman leave with a thousand thanks.

Ruxiao then reflexively returned to the house.

She took out a bamboo basket from under the wooden table, turned out a thick cloth bag and spread it out, and there were about twenty silver needles of different sizes, thicknesses and lengths.

Ruxiao's hand stroked back and forth on the neatly arranged needle tips, and finally took out one.

She stretched out her left hand, flipped it out of her palm, looked at it, and pricked a silver needle in her thumb.

Soon, a drop of red blood came out, Ruxiao squeezed hard, and the blood dripped into the porridge bowl.

She didn't stir it, and directly picked up the big porridge bowl and sent it to Qinghu.

"Do you want to drink?" She asked softly, seemingly unconcerned.

Qinghu nodded, "Thank you, Miss Ruxiao." ”

She picked up the bowl and gulped it down with a spoon. Ignoring the fact that the blood that had just dripped in it had turned into a thread of blood.

Maybe he was hungry, maybe Qinghu sensed some urgency, and a big bowl of porridge quickly bottomed out.

Ruxiao took the bowl and put it on the wooden table.

She found a large robe in the cabinet in the corner of the room, and she threw the blue robe to Qinghu, "Get up, you should go." ”

Qinghu didn't move, because her body was quietly changing.

A warm current rose from her abdomen, and immediately surged to her limbs and bones, rushing towards the Heavenly Spirit Gai, and her physical strength recovered instantly.

Qinghu looked at Ruxiao in surprise, but Ruxiao looked indifferent and was not ready to make any explanation.

Qinghu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and wrapped her beautiful body in the blue robe.

"Follow me, don't talk." Ruxiao commanded coldly.

Qinghu followed her out the door.

Ruxiao's houses and mud houses are scattered on a high ground, with paddy fields cut into tofu blocks as far as the eye can see, and terraced rice fields on the mountains in the distance.

The eyes are full of greenery, and the red sun on the top of the mountain shows most of his face, and the sunlight is warm but not dazzling. In the fields, men, women and children go into battle together, what an idyllic picture!

Every family has a lot of poultry and livestock in captivity, humming and chirping.

Ruxiao Duanduan walked in front, and the people along the way greeted her warmly, very polite and deferential.

Qinghu felt that those deliberately lowered postures were very uncomfortable.

Especially those men, who had words of greeting in their mouths, but their eyes flashed with disdain, even a little lewd.

Ruxiao didn't seem to care, she walked upright, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Qinghu behind her.

And when those people caught a glimpse of Qinghu behind Ruxiao, they all subconsciously took a step back, and their faces were the same as Aunt Wu before.

Qinghu couldn't help but sigh, no matter what Ruxiao said just now, the information in this village spread too quickly, and the connection between the villagers was as close as iron.

Is this really just an ordinary rural village?

"Woo~Whoa~Whoa~" There was a howl in the distance.

It's people! And there were many people, and the shouts came and went, and the villagers instantly showed horror, and even trembled uncontrollably.

Ruxiao took Qinghu and slowly approached the place where the cry was made.