Chapter 401: Devil

An Rushuang's expression turned cold, and a faint light was ejected from his hands.
When the man got behind Meng Li, the dagger in his hand wanted to pierce in, but he felt soft and weak, and the sweat from his body kept flowing down.
With his strength, he could no longer hold the dagger in his hand. The dagger was close to the back of Meng Li's heart and fell to the ground with a bang!
Meng Li turned around abruptly, and saw the man lying on the ground, trying to leave with difficulty, but he had exhausted all his efforts and only moved an inch.
The sweat on his body wetted his clothes and looked extremely pitiful.
Meng Li frowned and looked at the dagger on the ground. He lowered his body, dragged the man directly up, and took the dagger into his waist.
"Zhao Qiang! Come here."
An Rushuang called a village from this place to come over. She treated her here and never charged medical expenses. Everyone was grateful to her from the bottom of their hearts.
Zhao Qiang hurried over, wiped the sweat off his face with his clothes, and a simple smile appeared on his face: "Doctor An, are you looking for me?"
An Rushuang smiled and nodded, and pointed to the soft man on Meng Li and asked: "When I came here, I saw this man lying on the ground. It should be hot. Do you know where he belongs? "
The man was carried by Meng Li. He was already tall, but now standing with Meng Li, he looked like a little chicken to be slaughtered, pitiful and weak.
Then Zhao Qiang glanced at the man up and down, and shook his head after a long while: "I haven't seen him! It may be a newcomer."
"Oh?"
An Rushuang's eyes flashed, and then asked, "Are there many new refugees from Beiwang Mountain?"
Zhao Qiang shook his head quickly and said: "Now they are all running to the south, who is still coming to the north, that is, some old people who can't run, drag their homes and walk, and can only wait for death here."
After he finished speaking, he said again: "But...At this time, because of the psychiatrist An, we have a lot more people in Beiwangshan, but they are all sick people who came to the psychiatrist An, and they all live nearby. Now, how about I call everyone out and let them recognize?"
An Rushuang blinked at Meng Li, Meng Li nodded, and the two of them were calm.
An Rushuang smiled and said, "That will trouble you."
Zhao Qiang laughed and waved his hand: "If you say anything is troublesome or not, our lives are all saved by an psychiatrist. You should sit under the tree for a while and everyone will be there in a while!"
Speaking like this, he hurried to a group of houses.
It is said that it is a house, which is actually simpler than that of a straw shed. It is just a few pieces of wood to block the hot sunlight.
Zhao Qiang said a few words there, and soon led everyone to An Rushuang.
The man was still weak, his mouth was so loud, his eyes turned white, but he couldn't say a word.
Everyone looked forward one by one, as if watching a circus. They watched this person again and again, but in the end they all shook their heads.
An Rushuang looked at everyone, unable to tell whether it was disappointment or relaxation.
She helped her belly to stand up slowly, and showed a gentle smile to everyone, and said loudly: "Villagers, there will be people who come here alone in the future. You must check it out carefully. I think this person is infected. The precursor of the disease is very dangerous. I will take it home and take care of it first. If there are any newcomers here in the future, I must send someone to notify me first, and I will have enough medicine."
Hearing the word epidemic, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and their hearts were horrified.
One person yelled, "Mrs. Genius Doctor, are we also infected with the epidemic?"
This is exactly what everyone wanted to ask, and everyone agreed at the same time.
An Rushuang smiled, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I used to give you your pulse. It's fine. Today I will send someone to disperse medicine here. You must drink a bowl of medicinal soup to prevent infection. ."
Everyone nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I must listen to the genius doctor!"
Some people also complained: "Why is this person so vicious, he has contracted the disease, and he wants to harm us!"
"It's better to burn him for such a bad heart!"
"Yes, burn him!"
Everyone agreed: "Mrs. genius doctor, since he has contracted the disease anyway, don't infect the genius doctor anymore! Burn him! Burn him!"
An Rushuang didn't stop everyone from yelling like this, but just to watch the person being carried by Meng Li in his spare time. At this moment, he was already drenched in sweat.
Humph, want to assassinate, she won't make this kind of people feel better!
To kill is to kill, but now it is burned, it is too cheap for him.
Thinking about it this way, An Rushuang waved at the crowd and said: "Don't worry, everyone, I am a doctor, and I should do my duty to save the wounded. If this person is not dead, I will save."
It is not against the medical training to let the ghost kill the adult after saving it.
Amidst the gratitude of everyone, An Rushuang left Hongyu here to give alms, and she went back to interrogate this person with Meng Li.
The killer was relieved when he left here.
If this woman really surrendered herself to these foolish people, I am afraid he would be a dust now.
Back in the mansion, Meng Li carried the person straight into the torture room, An Rushuang also slowly followed, sitting on the beside him, Quandang himself as a viewer.
"Lady, can you let him talk now?"
An Rushuang nodded and said: "He could speak, but he was frightened just now. I have seen a killer when I grow up, but I have never seen a killer like this, which is really eye-opening."
The assassin's face turned into pig liver in an instant. After being humiliated in this way, he found his tongue and said viciously: "Bah, what do you know! Stupid woman! If you want to kill, you want to kill!"
Meng Li snorted and went straight to the subject: "Who sent you here?"
The killer smiled, showing his white teeth, and said coldly: "The Emperor, I, Hell Yama, I want your life!"
Meng Li and An Rushuang looked at each other, and thought in their hearts, this guy seemed to not be able to say anything.
An Rushuang tilted his head slightly, looked at the killer, and couldn't help but said: "Since he doesn't say anything, then we might as well..."
"If you kill Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu won't say it!"
Hmm... Killer Standard Quotations.
An Rushuang looked at him with a smile: "That's okay! Let's go ahead. A master has arrived in the kitchen these few days. He is really good at cutting meat slices. A small fish can be cut nine hundred and ninety-nine. Films, such a strong person, will be more fun, maybe, after a few thousand slices, you are still alive..."
The assassin's face turned gray and defeated, An Rushuang was talking, and he heard the sound of water dripping to the ground.
The source comes from the assassin's wet crotch.
He was shaking his legs, his voice trembling, looking at the smiling female devil in front of him.
"I...I recruit..."