Xue Qiankun didn't care about the struggle of the village chief, held the thin village chief high with both hands, and ran straight to the Shanshen Cave not far away.
"Ahhhhhh!" Accompanied by the hysterical screams of the village chief, Xue Qiankun led him into the mountain god cave.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Mu Wanwan curled her lips in disdain.
Since the village head believes so much that there is a mountain god in the mountain god cave, and that anyone who enters the mountain god cave will be cursed, let him go in for a walk.
In this way, the village head himself has become a "sacrifice" of the mountain god, so he naturally knows how to cooperate with their next work.
Sure enough, when Xue Qiankun took the village head out of the cave five minutes later, the village head was already crying with snot and tears, spraying all the swear words in his life.
Xue Qiankun heard the village head's swear words, raised his hand and slapped him.
"Aww!" Half of the village chief's face suddenly swelled into a pig's head.
"If you keep your mouth clean, I will smash your teeth with one slap!" Xue Qiankun shook his big hand and warned.
The village head became obedient every minute, lowered his head and dared not make a sound.
Mu Wanwan was very satisfied with this scene, looked at Ouyang Jing and said, "Uncle Ouyang, put Jin Qiming down, I'll see how he is doing."
Ouyang Jin hurriedly followed suit, put down Jin Qiming, and let him lie face up on the ground.
Mu Wanwan quickly checked Jin Qiming's condition, and found that his physical condition was worse than she imagined.
?Because of the long-term life routine and irregular diet, Jin Qiming's body was extremely weak and malnourished. At the same time, there were many wounds and various bruises on his body. Moreover, his mental state was very bad. Even if he was touched by Mu Wanwan while he was asleep, he would subconsciously start to resist as if he had been frightened.
Mu Wanwan's gaze stayed on the circular wound on Jin Qiming's chest.
The circular wound looked like a scald, the damaged skin could never recover, and the scar was wrinkled into a ball, which made people feel a chill when looking at it.
This position is where the third hand was just now.
Thinking of the blood-red third hand, Mu Wanwan put on the glove, touched the wound, and the scene in the cave just now appeared in her mind.
The third hand should have its own consciousness, as if parasitic on Jin Qiming's body, and even once took away Jin Qiming's control over his own body.
"Wanwan, how is the situation?" Seeing that Mu Wanwan had been silent, Ouyang Jin looked at her worriedly and asked.
Mu Wanwan withdrew her hand and took off the gloves: "Uncle Ouyang, you also saw that scene in the cave just now. I suspect that Jin Qiming's body has been affected by the stone."
"What rock? What's wrong with my son?" The village head asked curiously.
"Now I know it's your son? Didn't you just ignore it just now?" Xue Qiankun looked at the village chief and couldn't help but sneer.
He couldn't get used to such a dignified person like the village chief.
"Then, didn't I have no choice before? Now everyone is a grasshopper on the same boat. I, I definitely want my son. I have only such a son. He will inherit the position of my village head in the future." The village head muttered something.
"Then take your son back to the village. He is too weak, so he needs to rest well." Mu Wanwan said.
The village head nodded honestly, but this time he took the initiative to carry Jin Qiming on his back, and the group went down the mountain towards Xianfu Village. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com