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When they returned to the Great Stone Pressure, night had already fallen, and mist had begun to spread across the mountains and fields, enveloping the hills and forests, creating an otherworldly scene. However, the entire village was silent; if it weren't for the rising smoke from cooking fires, it would seem like a dead zone.
"Hey, you're back! I wonder what miraculous medicine you found! Let me see!"
The Ancient Sorcerer smiled. His vehicle had just reached the village entrance and hadn't even come to a complete stop when Zheng Ying rushed out, clearly waiting for him.
Jumping out of the car, the Ancient Sorcerer picked up the Machete he had bought and swung it toward Zheng Ying with a whoosh.
"Ah!"
In the twilight, Zheng Ying felt a surge of gray-white light slicing toward him. More importantly, his skin prickled with a sudden sense of danger that made him instinctively scream and step back.
This wouldn't have been a big deal—just a little embarrassment—but unfortunately, there was a small pit behind Zheng Ying. As he stepped back, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. To make matters worse, he landed right in a pile of cow dung.
"Smack!"
Zheng Ying's face turned bright red, then pale with anger. He jumped up and pointed at the Ancient Sorcerer, saying, "You... you..."
The Ancient Sorcerer hadn't expected this to happen either, but since it did, he didn't mind at all.
"Weren't you curious about what miraculous medicine I found? This is my miraculous medicine; that's why I showed it to you. As for why you got so scared, that's not my problem—you can only blame yourself for being too timid."
"You!"
Zheng Ying was at a loss for words. He felt that there was no logic in what was being said but couldn't think of how to refute it. He was so angry that he trembled all over.
"If I were you, I'd hurry to find a place to wash up and change clothes. Sitting in cow dung is not a good thing."
"Fine! I've already been gone for a day; I'll see what method you can come up with in two days!"
Watching Zheng Ying storm off in a fit of rage, Fang Miao chuckled and said, "Ancient Sorcerer, you've really offended him this time."
"For those who provoke me, I have no good face to show."
Fang Miao thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case. If Zheng Ying hadn't jumped out to question the Ancient Sorcerer, how could the Ancient Sorcerer have retaliated so fiercely?
So, this was all self-inflicted by Zheng Ying.
"Let's go. People are iron, and food is steel. We should eat first."
Someone like Zheng Ying was hardly worth the Ancient Sorcerer's attention. After driving for half a day without eating anything, he was now so hungry he could eat a whole cow. Therefore, the most important thing right now was to fill his stomach.
Soon, the Ancient Sorcerer received a "surprise." As he walked toward Fang Daoming's tent, he discovered Fang Daoming was roasting a goat.
"Ha, this is a good thing!"
The Ancient Sorcerer's eyes lit up as he strode over.
Fang Daoming laughed and said, "Of course it's a good thing. This afternoon, a soldier found a herd of goats and brought a few back. We're having it for dinner tonight; you don't see this kind of thing often."
"I was worried I might have to eat canned food tonight; now I'm really in for a feast."
As the Ancient Sorcerer spoke, he took over Fang Daoming's "job." The whole goat was skewered with a stick and propped up on two tree forks. This way, by turning the stick, the goat could be rotated to ensure even cooking. After about half an hour, the goat began to ooze fat, which dripped onto the firewood and instantly flared up.
Seeing that it was almost done, the Ancient Sorcerer sprinkled some finely ground salt onto the goat. As sparks flew up from the fire, an even richer aroma wafted into the air.
Not only the Ancient Sorcerer but also Fang Daoming and Fang Miao were drooling at the sight.
"Is it ready? Is it ready?"
Fang Miao couldn't wait to eat.
"It's still early; you can't rush to eat hot tofu."
The Ancient Sorcerer, however, remained unfazed, carefully roasting the goat and completely ignoring Fang Miao's murderous gaze beside him.
Another hour passed before the Ancient Sorcerer finally stopped and said, "Alright, bring me a knife."
Fang Miao had been prepared for this moment. As soon as the Ancient Sorcerer spoke, he immediately handed over a military knife.
"Sizzle~"
In the Ancient Sorcerer's hands, the knife moved like lightning, slicing through the meat into thin pieces that were then delivered to Fang Daoming and the others.
As soon as the meat entered his mouth, Fang Miao knew that the wait had been worth it. The goat meat was roasted to perfection by the Ancient Sorcerer—crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The fat was incredibly fragrant, and the meat was full of elasticity, making a satisfying "sizzle" sound when bitten into. Although there weren't many seasonings, the salt was just right, bringing out the original flavor of the goat meat!
"Come on, bring the wine!"
Fang Daoming handed a steel cup filled with wine to the Ancient Sorcerer.
"Gulp!"
After taking a hearty sip and stuffing another piece of meat into his mouth, the Ancient Sorcerer felt utterly satisfied.
"Ancient Sorcerer, what’s the situation now?"
After a bout of "frenzied" eating and drinking, everyone's movements slowed down. Fang Daoming began to inquire about Dashi Village. Although the troops were not obligated to treat illnesses in this matter, he believed in the Ancient Sorcerer's abilities.
"Grandpa, the Ancient Sorcerer bought a machete in town today."
Before the Ancient Sorcerer could respond, Fang Miao jumped in to answer.
"Machete? What is this for?"
Fang Daoming put down the steel cup in his hand and looked up at Ancient Sorcerer. Pomegranate Juice could be considered a medicine, but how could a Machete possibly be a medicine?
"Everyone has their own tricks, and mine are even more unique."
Ancient Sorcerer took another big gulp of alcohol and continued, "The Machete is just one of the things I've prepared; there are still some other things that need to be gathered."
"When do we start?"
Fang Daoming knew he definitely didn't understand Ancient Sorcerer's intentions, so he simply asked when they could begin the treatment instead of questioning how Ancient Sorcerer planned to do it.
"Tomorrow night."
The only other thing that needed to be prepared was a Scarecrow, along with some torches. A whole day tomorrow would be enough time.
Du Quan had remained silent, but upon hearing Ancient Sorcerer say they could start tomorrow night, he raised an eyebrow. It was clear that someone had cast a spell causing the strange illness in Dashi Village, but he couldn't figure out what method Ancient Sorcerer intended to use to break this curse that had afflicted the entire village, especially with a Machete involved.
"Really? Then we'll see you showcase your skills tomorrow night!"
In the firelight, Fang Miao's pretty face revealed a hint of excitement.
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