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After being punched, Cao Ziyang felt dizzy and his nose was hot. However, that was still not enough. The Village Chief threw another fist at him. He was unable to dodge it. Although he possessed a foundation for martial skills, martial skills were taught to him by the Village Chief. Basically, the youths of Gouzi Village all had a foundation in martial arts. Every winter, everyone would go to the ancestral hall to learn fist arts, and the old village head would be responsible for teaching them.

The reason why the village chief was so arrogant was also because he possessed excellent martial skills and was one of the most outstanding people among his generation.

How could Cao Ziyang hide?

As a result, he was eventually knocked unconscious by the Village Head after a few punches. He had no idea what was going on.

When he woke up, Cao Ziyang was in a dilapidated police car. His hands were cuffed, and beside him was a police officer in his thirties with a full beard. He was smoking and watching Cao Ziyang wake up.

Cao Ziyang said, "Why are you handcuffing me?"

The police officer with a full beard sneered, "You're pretending, aren't you? "Continue pretending. When we get back to the station, we'll see how you act …"

"No, I really don't know." Cao Ziyang moved his shoulders, wiped the blood off his nose and said, "Village Head hit me, did something happen to his family? Tell me, is there some kind of misunderstanding? "

"Misunderstanding?" The police put away his smile, "You are doomed. You are a doctor who has died. Are you a doctor? You look like you're in your twenties. "Do you have a practising certificate?"

Cao Ziyang couldn't even answer a single question. His mind was in a mess. Was Xiao Jing dead? He kept asking himself this question and then blurted out, "What happened to the Village Head's daughter? "Dead?"

The policeman said, "You were the one who died."

Cao Ziyang was very excited: "Bullsh * t, that's impossible, quickly let me go back and see what's going on."

"Do you think I'm stupid? Let you go? " The policeman casually threw his cigarette out the window before continuing, "You can't see it anymore, he's already gone to bury …"

"Buried?" Cao Ziyang felt chilled to the bone, "Buried without even trying to figure it out?"

"Don't you know your customs? Anyone who suddenly dies will have to be buried as soon as possible. " What the police said was true. Most of the villagers had no common sense of medicine, so they thought that those who died suddenly had an infectious disease, so they were going to bury them. This was especially true for the young villagers, who didn't even know what the mourning hall was? The doctor at the hospital has gone to see it and confirmed that it is dead … "

Cao Ziyang scolded, "The hospital my ass, is it just the town's hospital? It's just a health station, what else can you look at other than a cold and a fever? "If you really want to let me go back and take a look, that's a human life. Even if he didn't die, he would still be buried alive …

"Kid, you are a doctor who doesn't even have a practising certificate. What about the doctors at the hospital in town? They all have a practising certificate. " With that, the police kicked Cao Ziyang, "I've seen many people like you. No matter what excuse you come up with, you won't be able to escape. Just wait until you're imprisoned …"

It was unlikely for him to end up in a prison, as many rural doctors would die if he didn't return! The police's words were so serious that Cao Ziyang knew it was due to the village chief's anger. He thought that Xiao Jing had died because of his medical treatment, so he used a little bit of influence to force Xiao Jing to go to jail.

However, Cao Ziyang didn't care that much at the moment. Instead, he was worried about Xiao Jing.

He had to find a way to escape and check on Xiao Jing's condition. Otherwise, she would be buried alive. The doctors in the town didn't believe him. Grandfather looked down on the doctors in the town since he was born, and he could only see doctors with a cold and fever. No matter what the problem was, he would be injected with needles.

The shabby police car continued to drive forward. In front of them was a police officer with a buzz cut. He didn't say anything. Behind him was a bearded police officer guarding Cao Ziyang. In the middle of the police car was an iron net separating the front and back.

How could he get out of the current environment?

Cao Ziyang kept thinking about it and finally decided to use force. Although he was not as good as the village head, he was definitely better than the police.

Cao Ziyang suddenly jumped over and spread his hands to cover the thick neck of the police officer with a beard. It was very convenient, because he was handcuffed, the cold metal chain in the middle of his neck was stuck, making him unable to react in time to resist. In fact, he didn't expect Cao Ziyang to do this, so he was completely unprepared.

Then, Cao Ziyang said to the crew cut cop in front, "Stop the car now, or I'll strangle him to death …"

The policeman immediately stepped on the brake and said, "Do you know what you are doing now?"

"Yes, the police." "You don't have to say anything. I need to save someone, so go back."

The crew-cut policeman did not say anything.

Cao Ziyang said to the bearded policeman that he had restrained: "Tell him to go back, otherwise I will really strangle you." After saying that, Cao Ziyang relaxed his grip. The cop with a beard took a few deep breaths and ordered his partner to do as he was told.

The car drove back, Cao Ziyang called for the car to stop only when it was almost at the village. He got the bearded policeman to open his handcuffs, then handcuffed the two policemen in the car, threw away the keys, took out the phone in their pocket, took off their batteries and threw them away, then ran back to the village after doing all this. As he ran, he tried to think of a solution. He panicked, not knowing what to do. Go to the Village Head's house and ask the Village Head where he buried Xiao Jing.

No, that would not be practical. The Village Chief would instead arrest him. He was not capable of beating the Village Chief.

However, he did not go to the Village Head's house. He did not know where Xiao Jing had been buried.

What should he do?

Cao Ziyang was not in a hurry to die. By then, they had arrived at the Village Head's house, it was quiet, but the door was open and the lights were on. Cao Ziyang could see that the clock hanging in the middle of the living room was almost one o'clock. When he returned, it was already eleven o'clock. Heavens, it had already been more than two hours. Wasn't he unconscious for too long? Was there any hope for Xiao Jing?

Thinking about that, Cao Ziyang became even more anxious. He suddenly couldn't care less as he grabbed a broom from outside the door and rushed in.

There was no one in the living room, and no one in the room.

Cao Ziyang was depressed. He put down his broom and ran out to the back of the village to look at the mountain. Halfway up the mountain, he saw the flickering lights of several flashlights. It was the village cemetery, but he wasn't sure where Xiao Jing was buried.

After thinking for a while, Cao Ziyang ran to his house. Other than a acupuncture bag, flashlight and hoe, he also took a cucumber. He was too hungry, his eyes were blurry from hunger, and he didn't have time to make anything else to eat, so he could only eat cucumbers.

Cao Ziyang found a place to hide and waited for the people to go down the mountain to the village before coming out. He didn't dare to turn on the flashlight, so he walked in a hurry, fell down twice, and even had a knee pain that made him lose his mind, because he was sure that the people who just left the mountain were the ones who buried Xiao Jing, including Village chief couple and the village head's three cousins.

Finally, Cao Ziyang found a small grave halfway up the mountain.

What a pity that a living person had died and been buried like that! No, that's not right. Cao Ziyang didn't think that Xiao Jing was dead, so he ate the wrong thing. After applying the needle, there was no longer any problem. Xiao Jing was healthy in every way.

Actually, Cao Ziyang didn't know that he was going to catch the thief who stole the corn, so he said he would go see Xiao Jing at night and didn't go. At around nine o'clock, Xiao Jing had another problem. She was vomiting non-stop and she was unable to breathe. By that time, the village chief had finished his business and returned home from town, but couldn't find Cao Ziyang. That was why he called the hospital.

That was why the village chief beat Cao Ziyang up and called the police when he saw that Cao Ziyang had returned.

After resting for a minute, Cao Ziyang put away the acupuncture bag and the flashlight and started digging the grave. He dug faster when he first started because he knew Xiao Jing wouldn't be buried so shallow. But after digging a few dozen centimeters deep, he didn't dare to dig too hard. He was afraid that if he dug a hoe, it would split Xiao Jing into two halves.

After digging for a while, a worn out mat appeared in the soil. It was very shabby, but this was how customs worked. The dead children could only be buried, not even a coffin. Xiao Jing was already twenty-one, but she was still classified as a child.

Cao Ziyang put down his hoe and started digging, thinking to save Xiao Jing, so he wasn't afraid. Normally, not to mention digging graves in the mountains, he wouldn't even dare to linger for a while or even go up the mountain.

Soon, all the dirt on the mat was dug up. Cao Ziyang then picked up the mat, untied the ropes and opened the mat.

Finally, he could see Xiao Jing again. As if she was asleep, her face didn't turn purple, but rather, it was clear that she was extremely calm. However, there was indeed no aura. The strange thing was that his body was not cold at all. His pulse also had a slight reaction.

This proved that Xiao Jing could still be saved!

Cao Ziyang opened his acupuncture bag excitedly, but when he accidentally looked down the mountain, he immediately lost his excitement. He had seen five or six flashlights coming up the mountain. He felt that it was not a good thing for the police to run away and find the village chief. It was best not to be disturbed when applying acupuncture, to insert the wrong needle into the wrong place, or to insert too deeply into the wrong place.

Furthermore, those people would definitely grab him at the very first moment they arrived. The village chief even continued beating him up, but in the end, not only would he not be able to save Xiao Jing, he might even be beaten to death. With the village chief's fiery temper, his daughter's death was already enough to make him sad. Just now, the couple had been crying as they descended the mountain. This person would be dug up as soon as he was buried. Anyone else would have risked their lives.

Cao Ziyang put away his acupuncture bag helplessly and threw the hoe into a pile of grass beside him. He picked up the flashlight and carried Xiao Jing to the top of the mountain. Although his scalp was tingling, he had nowhere else to go, so he could only go to the top of the mountain. Cao Ziyang's plan was simple. He wanted to find a quiet place to wake Xiao Jing up. As long as he could wake her up, there was no need to be afraid of the Village Head and the police.

Soon, Cao Ziyang carried Xiao Jing to the top of the mountain. He looked down and saw that the flashlight was shining halfway up the mountain. The village chief's voice sounded, "Cao Ziyang, if I catch you, I'll definitely tear you in half …"

In the dead of the night, the Village Head's voice reverberated in the distance, making him appear especially terrifying. Cao Ziyang unconsciously walked a few steps faster. Actually, the most terrifying thing was still the environment Cao Ziyang was in. It was the center of the eight tombs.

While walking, he suddenly tripped and fell down. Together with Xiao Jing, they rolled onto the back of the mountain and fell into a deep pit. Yes, it was a pit, about four meters deep, but because of the soft soil, it was not injured, only scared. It was a newly dug pit, the tools were still beside it, what were they trying to do by digging beside the eight graves?

He couldn't figure it out, and when he thought about it for a bit, a chill went up his spine. In this terrifying place, it was hard not to think of one thing when something like this happened: ghosts!