PDLP Chapter 1160 The Shaman's Practice
Chapter 1160 The Shaman's Practice
Da Long lay on the bed, and whether it was the pressure from the sword or not, he could feel his heart pounding wildly.
It's as if I can already see myself full of energy.
"Can you really save me?"
Hearing the child's hoarse voice, Jiang Jiaoyun took out a pill from a hidden pouch on her body and put it into the child's mouth.
"Eat this and you'll feel better. If you want to live, you can only go to Medicine King Valley, because only there are herbs that can cure you."
Without the slightest hesitation, Da Long chewed and swallowed the pill in his mouth in a few quick movements.
The aroma of the medicine filled his mouth, and whether it was a placebo effect or not, he immediately felt much more comfortable in his chest.
"Put away your greedy eyes. No one outside of Medicine King Valley knows its location. I know what you're thinking. Whether you live or die is your choice."
As she spoke, Jiang Jiaoyun picked up the unfinished medicine soup the child had been drinking and smelled it.
His brows furrowed quickly: "You even used the wrong medicinal ingredient. No wonder your illness has dragged on like this."
Feeling his body recovering, Da Long's eyes lit up as he looked at Jiang Jiaoyun.
Xue Wan felt a little uncomfortable watching this.
The child's eyes looked like those of a demon from hell gazing up at the human world.
That's really scary.
“My benefactor, my name is Dalong. My father is the head of this village. He will agree to anything as long as I can be cured.”
Jiang Jiaoyun laughed and threw the bowl on the table: "You must be older than six or seven this year, right?"
She felt the child's bone age and estimated that he was about ten years old.
When they're trying to intimidate people, they don't even blink; they just blurt things out.
It seems he has been exposed to the evil ways of this village quite a bit.
"I'm already eleven years old. My benefactor, after I recover from this illness, will I be able to grow taller again?"
Under the child's expectant gaze, Jiang Jiaoyun nodded.
Da Long breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had grasped a lifeline.
"You're a smart kid. Put away your little schemes and cooperate with me obediently. I'll give you a chance to live. I can't guarantee you'll live to be seventy or eighty, but living to be fifty or sixty is still possible."
As Da Long listened, his heart surged with emotion, and he could already picture himself recovering from his illness, getting married, having children, and being surrounded by grandchildren.
In a moment of excitement, he sat up straight in bed.
He hadn't been able to sit up on his own for a long time.
Da Long turned to look at the bedding on the bed, which had been slept on until it resembled a human figure. He tried to grab his benefactor's hand, but his benefactor stepped back and dodged him.
Da Long didn't care and just kept saying, "My benefactor, what do you need me to do? I can do anything, I can tell you anything, as long as you save my life."
Jiang Jiaoyun's guards had not returned yet, but she was not worried about the head of the manor suddenly returning. Instead, she sat down leisurely.
"Tell me the secrets of this manor. I'll have to give you something valuable in exchange for your life. My Medicine King Valley isn't some kind of charity."
Da Long's face still held a look of anticipation for the future, and he looked at Jiang Jiaoyun as if he were looking up to a saint.
“I fell ill when I was very young. Although my father was the head of the village, I didn’t understand anything about adult matters.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Jiaoyun immediately stood up.
Xue Wan knocked Da Long unconscious with a single chop to the neck.
Seeing the smile on the unconscious child's face, Xue Wan sheathed her sword without giving him a second glance.
Just then, birdsong came from outside. Jiang Jiaoyun and Xue Wan exchanged a glance, and Jiang Jiaoyun leaped onto the roof.
Xue Wan then left the house, called her guards, and returned to the courtyard wall.
Jiang Jiaoyun's guards were already waiting on the courtyard wall.
Without a word, a single glance was enough for the three of them to bend over and lie prostrate on the courtyard wall, waiting for their summons.
Jiang Jiaoyun tested the sturdiness of the roof beam. Although the eaves had been blackened by years of brewing medicine, the beam was still sturdy.
Only when Jiang Jiaoyun landed on it did it make a creaking sound; everything else was fine.
Not long after, the village headman, who had rushed out, hurried back, this time with two people following behind him.
One was an old woman who looked older than the village head, but had more energy; the other was a dull-looking child.
He looked almost the same size as Da Long, who was lying on the bed.
"Grandma Li, is this really feasible?"
Uncle Jiu looked at the child standing next to Granny Li like a fool. If he didn't know that this was the boy Granny Li had raised for many years, he would have been shocked.
Along the way, the child seemed to have no soul, relying entirely on a rope to be led by Granny Li.
"The life-swapping method can only be used once. Da Long has already used it once. If you insist on changing it again, I can only tell you the ugly truth upfront: you must take Da Long to the capital within two months to find a divine doctor who can cure his illness. Otherwise, even if a god descends to earth, Da Long's body, which has undergone multiple life-swappings, will not be able to continue."
Listening to the old woman's rambling, Jiang Jiaoyun carefully examined the items she was carrying.
She was dressed as a fortune teller, but I don't know if it actually works.
"Yes, yes, I know all that. Please, Granny Li, save my child. He lost his mother when he was young, and I can't let him die in this village at such a young age."
Grandma Li sighed and whispered a few words to the dull-witted child beside her.
The taciturn child finally reacted.
Numbly, he turned his head to look at Granny Li.
Jiang Jiaoyun had good eyesight, and this time she was in a better position than on the roof tiles, so she could clearly see the aggrieved and sad look in the eyes of the dull child.
When Granny Li treated this child, her face showed none of the warmth she had when she treated the head of the village.
His eyebrows stood on end, like a demon that had just crawled out of hell.
"If you don't listen, I'll just have to find someone more obedient."
After Granny Li finished her threats, the child slowly lowered his head and began to move.
She climbed onto the bed where Da Long was lying and lay down next to him.
Jiang Jiaoyun watched as the child closed his eyes after a short while, and Granny Li began to scatter various things on the bed.
Dried dead rats and dried gecko tails are all from the mortal world, but when they come out of her hands, they inexplicably become like things from the underworld.
As Jiang Jiaoyun was watching, the child suddenly opened his eyes and met her gaze.
Jiang Jiaoyun hid herself completely in the darkness, ensuring that the child couldn't possibly see her from that angle.
Even so, the child still glanced in her direction.
"Why are you opening your eyes? The ceremony is about to begin!"
Grandma Li's words frightened the child so much that he closed his eyes again.
Grandma Li started lighting candles all around the bed, a whole bunch of red and white ones.
The ceremony only began after the large bundle she carried with her was finally emptied.