"You guessed that, I killed my sister with my own hands, so I deserve it now." Zhao Zimai also sat down next to the well edge, not caring about the difference between men and women, took off his shoes and socks and exposed his feet.

"Scale?" Mu Xiaowu frowned, "How come the scales grow?"

Zhao Zimai's shoulders trembled slightly and said with a wry smile, "This is called bird's claw disease. If the patient suffers from this disease, his little toe will disappear, his armor is like a pointed hook, covered with scales," he stared at Mu Xiaowu's eyes and said word by word, "If I infer it well, Zhang Shengyi's disease is the disease, and Doctor Hu lost his life because of his diagnosis and treatment."

"But why are you..."

Zhao Zimai avoided her eyes, "Zhang Shengyi has an older brother named Zhang Tianyi. This man is best at burning kilns and is the real founder of Zhang's Kiln Factory. But he died a few years ago, but the cause of death is a bit strange. I think he should have died at the hands of his own brother, because..." He put on his shoes and socks again, slapped his hands on his knees a few times, and said leisurely, "Because the cause of this disease is only four words: harming the brothers and feet."

After saying this, he glanced at Mu Xiaowu with his eyes and quickly looked away, as if he was afraid that she would say something, "Now you know, this disease is not a disease at all, but a result of fate. The law of heaven is dazzling, and Zhang Sheng can't escape, and I can't escape either."

"Can Doctor Hu cure it well?" After a while, Mu Xiaowu asked in a low voice.

"Dr. Hu relied on a medical skill to diagnose and treat Zhang Shengyi's illness, but this book has been taken away by Zhang's family, so..."

Mu Xiaowu suddenly stood up, "I'll help you take it back, no matter how long, let's ask him, don't he ask Old Man Gong... Well, is my father? I'll let my father go to the Zhang family..."

"Fool," Zhao Zimai couldn't help laughing when he saw her anxious look. After laughing, he felt that he could still laugh now. Could it be that Mu Xiaowu was also infected with the problem of being so heartbroken? "He secretly asked Doctor Hu to diagnose the disease because this disease is a shameful problem, so how could he admit that he has bird claw disease now? Isn't that the same? I only dare to mention this disease to you alone, and I don't even know Baotian, so how can I let Lord Gong come forward for me?"

Speaking of this, he also stood up and made a relaxed expression on his face, "I've thought about it. Since this problem cannot be known to others, I might as well find a mountain that is rarely visited and build a wooden house. By the way, it's better to have all kinds of flowers and raise fish like Qiyunxuan, and spend the rest of his life with all his life than to let everyone know that I am a monster that harms my brothers and feet."

"You want to hide, slowly die?" Mu Xiaowu's eyes flashed. Her appearance was not incompatible with words such as sadness and despair, but now her appearance can only be described by these words. Fortunately, she quickly recovered as usual, with her eyebrows slightly raised, and her face was innocent and heartless. "Why are you? Just because you killed someone who was pressing against you step by step, and that person happened to be your own sister, so are you going to be punished? What kind of retribution is unhappy? If there is any law of heaven, then the first person God wants to chop must not be you. There are so many evil people in the world. When it is your turn, you will die in vain and return to your life for a hundred years."

Zhao Zimai felt that something was blocking his throat, and the figure in front of him became a little blurred. He could only see the sunshine falling down, and a layer of warm golden light was plated on her body. Even Tingxuetang, a place so gloomy and terrifying in his memory, became a little cute because of her.

"How do you really think so?" After a long time, he finally whispered, like a student who was cautious and humbly asking for advice.

"Of course," Mu Xiaowu impatiently pushed the few strands that fell in front of him to the back of his head, "I don't believe in any strange diseases. If there were any, wouldn't those emperors have already had it? Li Shimin, the Xuanwu Gate killed his brother and seized the throne, and not to mention the distance, just say that our Yongzheng Master is the same..."

Zhao Zimai was so panicked that he blocked her mouth with his hands, "Slandering you is a death sentence. Even if you want to comfort me, you don't have to do this." After that, looking at her eyes that had not yet reacted, she couldn't help but smile and comfort her, "Don't worry, I will listen to you, and I will not give up on myself, nor will I find a place to hide, so that none of you can find me."

After saying that, he added another lie, "I believe in you, I believe in this disease, it has nothing to do with that matter."

"It should have been like this long ago," Mu Xiaowu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. After all, she was simple, so she didn't see the melancholy hidden behind his eyes, so she frowned and then said, "I think this matter is probably caused by Zhang Shengyi. He is afraid that you will find out his mistake, so...."

She couldn't think of what kind of trick Zhang Shengyi had used to make Zhao Zimai grow scales on his feet, so she changed the subject, "I'll go and ask Mu Cutezi. If it's you, I'll just say that someone has this strange disease. He is knowledgeable and may be able to find out the reason and cure you."

"Okay," Zhao Zimai was afraid that she would worry, so he agreed. "I will also send someone to Fuliang to explore and see what good things he did there." Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something he had never figured out. "Xiaowu, that day, we clearly saw dozens of old kilns in the back mountain of Zhangjiayuan. Why did all disappear later?"

"It's the inner demon," Mu Xiaowu licked his dry lips. "If the inner demon is too heavy, it will give rise to an illusion, just like a net, not only trapping oneself, but also trapping others. I think that strange scene is probably Zhang Shengyi's most unbearable memory. Over time, it has caused a demonic obstacle. But why does he have such a memory? It depends on you, the young master, to find out."

She stretched out a hand and stopped her index finger when she was half an inch away from Zhao Zimai's chest, "Young Master, don't sleep yourself to death like that person."

"I won't." He made a serious promise: it's not because the inner demon is gone, but because there is a person who is always willing to stand on my side no matter what I do.

He pressed this sentence in his heart and didn't say it. What he didn't know was that Mu Xiaowu had not said anything to him. Just now, when he held her in his arms and called her a great god in his mouth, her heart twitched clearly, and a tingling pain filled his whole body.

Why? Mu Xiaowu couldn't figure it out, but she knew that if she was a person of him in the future, she would definitely not replace him with one circle and three points.
Chapter completed!