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  A middle-aged woman smeared thick powder on her face, with disheveled hair and bare feet, wearing a red apron around her waist and a red headscarf on her head, jumping and shouting in the house. The eyes of this shaman were half-closed, constantly blowing air from her mouth, muttering something that no one could understand. Her two feet were placed in an eight-character shape on the ground, staggering around the incense table, shaking all over like a drunkard, or as if she was possessed by a spirit.

  Believing in the healing powers of shamans, especially for some strange diseases, was a very common phenomenon in ancient and modern China, particularly in rural areas. Even in modern times, "jumping big gods" is still very prevalent in northern China. Moreover, many people also make a living by doing so as a profession.

  Objectively speaking, most of the female and male mediums also hope to cure people's illnesses. However, this is not for saving lives, but rather to show off their spiritual powers and maintain their incense offerings - rice bowls. Therefore, many people take advantage of the folk remedies that have been passed down through generations with certain effects. But they are not made according to traditional methods, nor are they passed on from person to person; instead, they are processed - deliberately mystifying and coloring them with superstition to prove the power of the gods.

  The witch jumped more happily and made all kinds of miserable, frightening and strange cries and gestures, starting to scare Zi Juan, Zi Juan was frightened and cried out.

  "What nonsense are you spouting? Where did these evil spirits come from? Kneel down before the gods at once!" The sorceress glared with her eyes, sternly scolding.

  "Mother, mother, come quickly, Qianer is scared, I'm scared." Zixia cried out.

  Youda's daughter stood outside the house, her lips trembling with pain and fear, not daring to move recklessly, lest she provoke the gods and bring disaster upon herself, Zijuan and their family.

  "Speak quickly! Who is it? The divine whip has no mercy if you don't speak!" The goddess said, raising her willow whip.

  "Alright, you won't leave, I'll beat the demon to death with my divine whip." The goddess swung her whip and lashed it at Zi Juan's body, while shouting threats at the so-called evil spirits.

  "Ow! Ow!" Zi Juan dodged and wept, crying out: "Mother, mother come quickly, Juan is dying of pain."

  "Endure a bit, daughter." Yitian's mother heard Zijuan's crying and was heartbroken, wiping away tears. "Drive the evil spirit away, and you'll be fine. Just endure a bit more!"

  "You monster still dare to pretend to be pitiful. Beat him to death!" The immortal woman shouted while whipping him a few more times.

  Meng You Tian and Ah Xiu returned to the entrance of their home, only to see a crowd of onlookers gathered in the courtyard. The shaman inside was still yelling: "Speak! Who is it? If you don't speak, I'll beat this demon to death!"

  Upon hearing the mournful cries of Zǐ Juān, Mèng Yǒu Tián's blood rushed to his head. He dashed to the door in a few strides and pounded on it, cursing loudly: "Damn you, open the door, open it quickly!"

  The shaman in the house threatened: "The immortal is here, do not rush. Letting the demon go will bring disaster to the whole family, and all humans and animals will be killed. Chirp...

  "Cut off her head!" Meng You Tian cursed angrily, and smashed even more fiercely.

  "Son... don't..." Tian's mother wiped away tears and persuaded Meng You Tian.

  "Yes, yes, after driving away the monster, Zijuan's illness was cured."

  "It's unbearable to be so heartless, and it can't be cured of this evil disease. Mother is also for Zijuan's own good."

  Several old men and women gathered around, chattering incessantly, not allowing Meng You Tian to open the door.

  "Get out, everyone is almost driven to death by her." Meng You Tian's eyes were red, he pulled out his gun and fired a shot into the sky, shouting: "Damn monster, damn fairy, whoever blocks me again, I won't be polite to him."

  Everyone looked at his fierce appearance and was scared away, the godmother in the house also heard the gunshot and was frightened, no longer daring to pretend, opened the door bolt, and calmly said: "The demon is about to be killed by me, but he rushed out, the demon ran away, I don't care!"

  Meng You Tian saw Zi Juan shrinking in the corner of the wall, groaning in pain, with several blood blisters on her exposed hand, some of which were bleeding, as if she was already too painful to cry out.

  "Whatever, think beautifully." Meng You Tian's anger surged up, and he grabbed the fortune teller's hair, pulling her back in. He snatched the willow whip from her hand, slammed the door shut with a loud bang, and began to lash out wildly.

  "Ah, beating people to death, save me!" Meng You Tian had great strength and was filled with anger as he struck out. The whip came down and the skin split open, flesh torn apart. The fortune teller rolled around on the ground, wailing incessantly.

  "Where's the immortal? Bring it on!" Meng You Tian whipped even harder, gritting his teeth and cursing: "I think it's a demon, an old witch who specializes in harming people. Beat her to death, whip her to death, see if she dares to harm anyone again."

  People outside the house knocked on the door, begging for mercy from the godmother, advising Meng You Tian not to offend the gods. However, Meng You Tian turned a deaf ear and swung his whip with a whooshing sound.

  "Oh no, stop hitting me, it hurts so much!" The fortune teller cried out.

  Meng You Tian whipped her a few more times, and the shamaness couldn't bear the pain anymore. She started babbling: "I say, I say, I am the wild cat spirit from the back of South Mountain..."

  The old men and women who were knocking on the door stopped, and the wild cat spirit itself was also invited, wasn't it true? But why did this monster run to the shaman's body again, they were a pair of mysteries.

  The door opened, and Meng You Tian carried Zi Juan out, casting a sideways glance at the people outside. Without saying a word, they left the yard, leaving behind only the wretched fortune teller who lay on the ground, moaning in pain and crying out in despair.

  ……………

  Meng You Tian held Zi Juan and returned to the house of Gen Bao's family, laid out the bedding, and carefully placed Zi Juan on it. Zi Juan had only been sobbing in his arms, but now she began to hum and cry out in pain again.

  "Okay, lie still and don't move, I'll go get the medicine. Once you take it, it won't hurt anymore." Meng You Tian gently stroked Zi Juan's head, softly comforting her.

  "Ouch, ouch..." Zi Juan's eyes still held tears as she stared at Meng You Tian, pouting her mouth. "Mother doesn't want me anymore, mother doesn't want me anymore."

  Meng You Tian was just about to continue persuading when the door creaked open. Upon opening it, he found Ah Xiu standing there.

  "I'll come and take care of Ziqian." Ah Xiu carefully looked at Meng You Tian's face, seemingly intimidated by the fierce look he had just shown.

  Meng You Tian nodded and went into the cave to fetch some medicine for injuries. He returned to the house and saw Ah Xiu coaxing Zi Juan.

  "I'll blow on it, and the cool air will make it feel less painful." Ah Xiu held Zi Juan's hand and blew on the wound. Seeing Meng You Tian return with medicine, she said softly: "Come on, Zi Juan, take off your clothes, I'll apply the medicine. With the medicine on, it feels cool and comfortable."

  Zi Juan blinked her eyes, tilted her head to look at Meng You Tian, slightly pouted her mouth, and didn't say a word. But Meng You Tian probably guessed what she meant anyway. Although the girl had some mental issues, she still had a sense of shame and wasn't completely crazy.

  "A Xiu, I'm in trouble, I'll be out for a while." Meng You Tian put the medicine on the edge of the bed and turned to walk out.

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