A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[3]

C320: Spiritual Python

The old man seemed to quite understand the shock Wu Dahu was expressing, so he just nodded again expressionlessly and said in a low and kind of dispirited voice, “Yes, so that’s why I have no idea over that, if I do have any idea, I would have got out of here now.”

He curled up as his head was on his knees while the helplessness was filled up deeply in his eyes. Such a posture made him look like a fifteen-year-old teenager.

For some reasons, Wu Dahu seemed to recognize a familiar figure on the old man’s image. While frowning tighter, he asked in a low voice, “The man who guards outside, is he your relative as well?”

“The guard?” the old man repeated, embarrassed, lowering his head, “He is the son of the Saint Son too…”

Upon hearing that, Wu Dahu felt numb in the head as his pupils shrank all of a sudden. The feeling was like he just drank a whole bowl of strong liquor and later the numbness ran through all over his body from head to toe.

What on the earth was going wrong with all these matters?

He swallowed hard and found that his throat was now so tight that he even couldn’t make the swallowing smooth. And he struggled to utter, “NO WAY! Don’t tell me that people here are all his sons, like the biological ones?”

Noticing that Wu Dahu did not believe that, the old man did not bother to explain further but nodded instead, “True, the biological, but not all. See those who lie on the operation bed? They are all indeed the biological sons of his.”

Wu Dahu sighed out of relief as he heard the first half of the old man’s words, but almost choked himself by his saliva as he heard the latter part. ALL? What the heck?

“Hey, wait, what, what did you say? Where, where did he get so many sons from?”

He had just claimed that Muye had at least murdered over hundred people. And now all the victims died under his scheme turned out to be his own sons?

Of course he did not mean that Muye was allowed to deprive all the men’s lives once they were proved to be his biological sons. It was just that the fact was so hard for the onlookers to accept.

While they were talking, a snake suddenly sneaked in from nowhere and stayed aside by the old man’s feet. The old man opened his mouth as if was about to say something, but at the end he did not bother to say anything further and waved to Wu Dahu, sighing, “Go back to your room, it’s late night now.”

Wu Dahu intended to ask further at first, yet he could obviously feel that the old man had already sealed his mouth up tightly with no more willingness to talk.

He had no idea whether it was related to the arrival of the snake or not. Anyway, the entire communication should came to an end today. The information he got so far would definitely cost him a long while to investigate, so he did not require that much but turned around and decided to leave quietly.

But before he left the place, he still couldn’t help but ask, “Do you know how the Saint Son punish someone in normal occasion? My husband is currently under his punishment.”

The old man paused after hearing that, and he then answered in a plain tone, “Don’t worry about that. That python is very spiritual, it treats you the way you treat it. And obviously your husband is not that kind of man who behaves brutally.”

The ‘python’? Wu Dahu was utterly shocked when he heard the word, but was then confused after the old man’s explanation.

It indeed made sense that python was non-poisonous, and no one would get hurt from it as long as it was never the human’s mistake to provoke first. So in this logic, Song Qinghan seemed to be quite safe?