Chapter 2224: A Medical Shock to the World (9)

Chapter 2224: Chapter 2224: A Medical Shock to the World (9)

Chuzheng first settled Jing Po, then returned to the riverside to deal with the man who hadn’t been hanged yet.

When she went back, Jing Po was still sitting in the coffin, not coming out.

"You’re not going to eat?"

Jing Po remained silent, hugging his knees, with his silver-white hair covering his small face.

Chuzheng took something and went to the side: "Want to eat something?"

Jing Po ignored her, and Chuzheng felt quite helpless.

Not sure what’s with this bad temper.

Stay calm!

I can do it!

Where’s my card?

If I don’t indulge him, who will!

Chuzheng directly jumped in, sat opposite him, and pressed the food to his mouth.

Jing Po slowly lifted his head to look at her.

"If you don’t eat, I’ll force-feed you," Chuzheng threatened fiercely.

"..."

Jing Po’s lips twitched, and he opened his mouth.

Chuzheng: "???"

Fine!

I’ll feed you!

-

Chuzheng didn’t question the little episode by the creek, and Jing Po didn’t bring it up again.

The two continued on their journey.

After Chuzheng walked for several days, Jing Po finally asked, "Where are we going?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"...Wuyin Town."

Wuyin Town? Where’s that? Never heard of it...

"What are you going to do there?"

"...Finding medicine."

"Oh." Then let’s go.

"I... I can go by myself, I’m already better." Jing Po unusually said a long string of words: "Tha... Thank you for taking care... of me."

Chuzheng: "..."

Weren’t the leg and head injuries caused by me?

What a fool.

If I let him out like this, won’t he be deceived in no time?

If anyone’s going to deceive him, it should be me, certainly not anyone else!

"I’ll take you there."

"No..."

Chuzheng shot him a glance, the little girl always looking fierce, and Jing Po’s words got stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

"It’s decided then."

"..."

Jing Po clutched his palms, lowered his head, and walked on.

"How about you sit inside?" Chuzheng pointed at the coffin behind them.

Pulled along, they’d move faster!

The speed of the Good Person Card, even a turtle is faster!

Jing Po shook his head, indicating he didn’t want to.

"Why...are you bringing...it?" Jing Po frowned in frustration, seemingly not knowing how to describe the coffin: "It?"

"Without it, I wouldn’t exist."

"???"

Jing Po clearly didn’t understand.

"If I leave it for a distance, my body becomes weak."

Jing Po blinked his eyes: "You’re... just... telling me this?"

"Can’t I?" Chuzheng asked with righteous confidence, as if saying it out loud was the proper thing.

But...

With fingers entangled, the boy whispered, "If I... If I were a bad person... stole it away... according to what you said... you’d be in great danger."

"Oh."

Jing Po: "..."

What does she mean by ’Oh’?

Before Jing Po could figure out what Chuzheng meant by ’Oh’, she asked again, "You’re not a doctor, do you know what’s going on?"

Jing Po glanced back, the coffin was pitch black, couldn’t tell what material it was.

He had been in contact with the coffin for quite some time, but hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

"I... haven’t heard of such a thing. But if I go back... can.. can help you look through some books, check it."

"Oh." Chuzheng paused, then added something as if she had thought of something: "Then I’ll trouble you."

This way, she has a legitimate reason to stay with him, right?

"No...no trouble." The boy lowered his head.

-

Even Jing Po wasn’t clear where Wuyin Town was located.

Chuzheng felt frustrated—not even knowing where it is, yet daring to wander around?

Jing Po had no cultivation, was as powerless as a chick.

There was a town ahead, and Chuzheng planned to ask for directions there.

Before entering, Chuzheng stopped and pointed at Jing Po’s hair.

"Doesn’t your hair revert back every seven days? Why hasn’t it changed color now?"

Jing Po grasped a lock of his own hair, also a bit perplexed.

After a moment, as if realizing something, Jing Po opened a box, retrieving the small golden bottle from before.

After checking it, Jing Po softly said, "Ma... maybe it still needs some time."

As for how long, Jing Po wasn’t sure.

Chuzheng had a head full of question marks: "What’s the principle?"

Jing Po tilted his head in confusion, not understanding Chuzheng’s question.

"Why?"

Jing Po knew Chuzheng had seen it that day; she hadn’t mentioned it, so Jing Po pretended not to know either.

Biting his lip, Jing Po finally said, "Side... side effects." He had taken too much of the medicine.

Chuzheng: "..."

So this is my fault too.

Chuzheng decisively changed the subject.

-

On the Jiuzhou Continent, there’s no tradition of identifying demons by hair color, but a young fellow with silvery white hair is still a bit conspicuous.

So Chuzheng got Jing Po a cloak to wear over it.

Once the hood was on, unless someone bent down to look, they wouldn’t see the silver-white hair.

The town was called Golden Cicada Town, and at the town entrance was a huge stone sculpture, a Golden Cicada.

The Golden Cicada might be a demonic beast, not sure why the people of this town erected a sculpture of a demonic beast here.

Chuzheng dragged the coffin into town.

Jing Po was wrapped tightly in the cloak, like a walking white cocoon, with nothing visible.

Chuzheng was already eye-catching, and with a coffin in tow, even more so.

As she entered the town, someone suddenly pointed at her and shouted, "Chen Yin!"

Chuzheng: "???"

Chuzheng realized that Chen Yin was the name of the body she was currently occupying.

"Ah—"

The bustling town, upon hearing ’Chen Yin’, instantly emptied out.

The scene was like bandits had invaded a village.

Hmm...

The situation was a bit unexpected, and Chuzheng didn’t know how to react.

What insane thing had her current body done?

Jing Po tilted his head to look at Chuzheng.

"What’re you looking at?"

"They..."

"I don’t know, probably crazy."

"...Oh."

Jing Po showed no further confusion, seemingly agreeing obediently with Chuzheng’s explanation.

Chuzheng instructed Jing Po to wait where he was, then went to the nearest shop and pulled someone out.

The person was so frightened, pale as a sheet, collapsed on the ground, only muttering one word: "Mercy, mercy..."

"I’m not going to kill you." Chuzheng stood with her arms crossed in front of the person: "But you must answer my questions."

The person cautiously raised his head, swallowed: "Re... really?"

Chuzheng nodded solemnly, "Really."

"Ask, ask, as long as I know, I’ll tell you," The person looked as if he saw hope for survival.

"Is my name Chen Yin?"

"..." What kind of question is this?

Although confused, the person still nodded.

Chuzheng continued to ask: "Where am I from?"

Is she testing me, the person thought, trembling while answering: "De... Demon Mountain."

"Demon Mountain? Where is it?"

"I...I don’t know. You... yourself said you came from Demon Mountain." How would he know where this Demon Mountain is!

"..."

Alright then.

Chuzheng asked the most important question: "Why are you all so afraid of me?"