FIRST DAUGHTER OF THE MAGICAL DOCTOR

Weird Man

Now was not the time to act rashly, Feng Yuheng had never been too presumptuous in doing something, and now he had just come to this place, and now he had just come to this place, he knew nothing but the disjointed memories of his original owner.

Coupled with a small 12-year-old figure, skinny arms, and skinny legs, he was not stupid enough to fight desperately with the two adults who came with preparations.

Right after hiding, I saw the couple holding torches and fumbling funeral holes. 

Feng Yuheng stared carefully for a while, and ascertaining the other party's identity, it was Wang Shugen and his mother-in-law Xu.

After the two of them searched around and found nothing, Madam Xu grew anxious: "That's not true! It was obviously thrown into this place, where was the person?"

Wang Shugen stomped his foot: "Aren't you running away?"

"No way! The amount of medicine was enough for him to sleep for two days and two nights, how could he wake up that night!"

Wang Shugen was furious: "Then where did you say he went?"

Madam Xu was also anxious: "What's the point of yelling at me! After she passed out, we both gave her medicine together.

You just watch him.

Why are you just lazing on me!"

Wang Shugen did not say anything, he lowered his head with a frown and dragged the corpse without giving up, Xu followed him and continued searching.

Feng Yuheng contacted the memory of his original owner, and finally discovered this problem.

Can the two couples make the original owners faint and then anesthetize them, then store them in these mass graves, then dig them up in the middle of the night and drag them to the state capital to sell them for money?

Feng Yuheng subconsciously touched his cheek, so the original owner looks pretty good?

Stretching out his hand and scratching the handful of pebbles on the ground, Feng Yuheng moved his lips with an evil smile, and suddenly flicked his finger, a stone flying towards Xu's hand and head.

I heard the woman yelling "ah", followed by the sentence: "Who? Who hit me?"

Wang Shugen stopped his movements and looked back at him: "Who is there?"

"Yes! Someone just hit me on the head."

As he spoke, another stone flew towards Wang Shugen's forehead this time.

Both of them went mad with fear, and the torch in their hands fell to the ground long ago, burning the corpse, and it burned quickly.

“Come go!” Finally Wang Shugen still had some common sense, he grabbed Xu who was sitting on the ground and crawled out of the hole.

It was a pity after it finally went up, suddenly there was pain in my leg and I rolled again. 

Xu's fat body rolled around in a hole like a ball, caught in the fire, and quickly burned his clothes.

Wang Shugen was not much better, his clothes were burnt to pieces, blood was visible on his feet, and a large piece of burnt flesh on the left side of his face.

Feng Yuheng threw the last stone, patted the ashes in his hand, and ignored the two people who were already struggling to get out of the hole.

On the first day, it was better not to kill anyone, that was unlucky.

Seeing the two men running away, the fire in the mass grave was still burning. 

Feng Yuheng fused his palms together and bowed towards the place, "Mother to ashes, dust to dust, burning it is better than throwing a corpse in the wilderness."

"Hgm." Suddenly, a gentle humming rang out from behind, Feng Yuheng was so shocked that his hair stood up. 

It was not that he was afraid, only the praying mantis lurking the crickets and oriole were behind him, but he was unaware of it.

I think he was an expert in Chinese and Western medicine in the 21st century.

He has been mixed up with his grandfather in military camps since he was 12, and has trained with soldiers.

He never trembled in the wind and rain. Hardwork. 

On the operating table at the age of 18, at the age of 25, he was already a senior Marine Corps medic, if he did not die at the age of 28.

Not wanting to think about the past, Feng Yuheng turned around and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

A man, or just a young man, about 20 years old, dressed in a dark purple brocade robe, with long hair tied up, his face as sharp as a knife, his eyes shooting out cold stars, as sharp as a predatory eagle. 

A purple lotus flower pattern the size of a small nail was placed between the eyebrows, which added a bit of charm to this already handsome face.

just……