After glancing at the plaintiff and the defendant, Liu Wei looked down at the body on the ground.
The body was covered with white cloth. Like Xiaojuan's body last time, she walked slowly, moved her nose and smelled the rotten smell in the air.
"Xiaoli." She called for her son.
Liu Xiaoli took out gloves and scalpels from her small bag and handed them to her mother.
Standing not far away, the old man's eyes were cold, and there was not a trace of the old man's dispirited under his face. He looked at the two kinds of novel tools, and his eyes were thoughtful.
Putting on gloves, Liu Wei twists a corner of the white cloth, stops again, looks at the county magistrate who has started to see the eyelid jump obviously in the eye hall, sighs: "Xiaoli, take the feather pill."
Liu Xiaoli cleverly grabs a small bottle from the bag, in which he puts a few small pills thinly. He shakes out one, runs to the county Lord with short legs, and hands it to him: "eat it, and you won't faint after eating it."
The county Lord blushed. Although he wanted to refute, he would not faint, but he was afraid that he would faint for a while, so he had to take it vaguely and stuttered.
At the entrance of the pill, there is a cool air flowing along with the trend, pouring into the five cavities.
He was suddenly awed, but he felt quite clear headed.
His eyes fell on the bottle, curious.
Liu Xiaoli put away the bottle and mumbled, "my Lord, it's the third poison of the medicine. The feather pill is effective to stop vomiting and wake up the mind, but you can't eat more."
The county Lord's face is a little hot. He feels his nose. I can't say that he almost coveted these magic pills.
There are many prescriptions for stopping vomiting and waking up the spirit, but no one has been able to make a pill. It's a little interesting to carry with you.
Liu Xiaoli stuffed the bottle and was about to put it back in his bag. He saw the old merchant under the hall again. Hesitated for a moment, he shook out another one, walked to the old man's feet and looked up: "Grandpa, please take one too. Don't make you sick for a while."
This corpse is different from that of the last time. Liu Xiaoli has smelled the smell of rotting corpse far away. After opening it, it must be uglier than Xiaojuan's corpse. This old grandfather looks very old. If he can't stand it, he won't wake up.
Liu Xiaoli was kind-hearted. The old man looked at the little boy at his feet and was stunned for a moment.
Next to him, a middle-aged servant in his thirties and forties was on guard. "Our master never eats anything of unknown origin."
Liu Xiaoli was stunned for a while, with her face on her shoulder, and she was wronged.
Liu Wei, hearing the words, glanced at them and frowned: "Xiaoli, when did I say that badminton pills can be given to the casual people?"
"Who are you talking about?" Middle aged people's conditioned response.
Liu Wei didn't lift his head. He slapped and lifted the white cloth.
Although he has already made psychological preparations, the county Lord is still empty and his head is a little swollen.
The middle-aged servant, who had just spoken, was also stunned, and his eyes were staring out at that time. He hurriedly blocked the old man's sight and didn't let his master be frightened.
As expected, the body of Xiao Hong is much more serious than that of Xiao Juan. It is rotten and covered with blood.
The skin is still like this, let alone completely cut, the belly of the body is completely open, the internal organs are clearly visible, and the internal organs are broken and rotten.
There was a moment of silence in the hall. The Yamen servants on both sides had seen it once before, but when they saw it again, they were still pale and blue lips.
However, the yamen runner's quality is good. After Xiaojuan's body was disfigured last time, they all held back this time.
Liu Xiaoli stood a little far away. He wanted to look closer. As soon as he took a step, his body was snapped. A broad man's hand quickly covered his eyes. On his head, a deep and sweet male voice said, "don't go over."