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"Yo, Scarecrow!"
The Ancient Sorcerer didn't need to turn around; just by the voice, he knew it had to be Zheng Ying. That voice was simply too annoying.
"Oh? Be careful walking, watch out for falling down, and sitting in something unpleasant would be quite embarrassing."
The Ancient Sorcerer's words made Zheng Ying's face flush red instantly. He was referring to the incident yesterday when Machete scared her, causing her to sit in something unpleasant. There was no way to argue against that.
Fang Miao laughed. She understood that Zheng Ying had seen the Ancient Sorcerer working on the Scarecrow and thought she found an opportunity to mock him, but unexpectedly, she ended up being shut down by a single remark from the Ancient Sorcerer.
This was definitely self-inflicted—this was what they called self-humiliation.
Noticing the smile at the corner of Fang Miao's mouth, Zheng Ying felt even more embarrassed and angry. "Are you planning to use this Scarecrow for healing? You can't really be selling ointments, can you?! Hahaha! That's just too ridiculous!"
"Why not? A great person once said, whether it's a black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat. What does it matter if it's a Scarecrow or not?"
"Oh, quoting a great person's words! The problem is, your cat can't catch any mice at all!"
Zheng Ying glared at the Ancient Sorcerer. "Are you comparing yourself to a great person?"
"I wouldn't dare to do that. But what’s the point of mocking my Scarecrow? My Scarecrow is useless; what use do your scientific instruments have? How many days have you been here? Have you found anything? Do you even understand how the illness in Dashi Village came about?"
The Ancient Sorer's words hit Zheng Ying like cannonballs, leaving her speechless; there was simply no way to respond.
"Fine! Fine! I’ll see how you plan to use these Scarecrows to cure the illness in Dashi Village!"
After holding back for a long time, Zheng Ying could only leave with those words and turned away.
Shaking his head, Fang Miao said, "Is this person out of his mind?"
The Ancient Sorcerer understood that Fang Miao was referring to Zheng Ying, who clearly got beaten every time but still came looking for trouble. What else could it be if not a problem with his mind?
"Men are inherently aggressive creatures; he only acts this way because he sees you."
Fang Miao's face flushed. She certainly understood that this was indeed the case, but she would never admit it out loud, saying, "That has nothing to do with me."
With a smile, the Ancient Sorcerer did not dwell on the matter any further and said, "Who cares! I’ve always believed in the principle of 'if others don’t offend me, I won’t offend them; if others offend me, I will definitely retaliate.' No matter what Zheng Ying is after, as long as he wants to cause me trouble, there’s no need for me to give him face—I must first make trouble for him."
"Mm."
Fang Miao gently nodded. She realized that this was indeed the case. Although she had not known the Ancient Sorcerer for long, she found that he truly had this kind of personality.
"Mr. Luo, what are you doing..."
The Ancient Sorcerer turned around and saw that it was not Zheng Ying who had come this time, but Ruan Liren. He held a great deal of respect for Ruan Liren, after all, he was a nationally renowned expert in infectious diseases. During the SARS outbreak, this person made significant contributions and saved countless lives.
"Oh, I'm making a Scarecrow."
Ruan Liren frowned slightly. He could see that the Ancient Sorcerer was indeed making a Scarecrow; he just didn’t understand the purpose behind it.
"Are you planning to use this to cure the villagers' illnesses?"
Nodding, the Ancient Sorcerer said, "Yes, that's right."
"Is it really useful?"
If it weren't for the very certain expression on the Ancient Sorcerer's face, Ruan Liren would have thought the Ancient Sorcerer was joking.
"Whether it's useful or not, you'll know once you try it. It's not a bad thing, right? There's no loss involved."
Ruan Liren was taken aback. He realized he had been too stubborn; the Ancient Sorcerer was absolutely right. The fact was, no matter what method the Ancient Sorcerer used, as long as it could cure the villagers' ailments, that was all that mattered.
"Dr. Ruan, there are many phenomena in this world that we cannot explain with science. Don't you agree?"
As a Western doctor, Ruan Liren's life philosophy was undoubtedly rooted in science. However, even he had to admit a fact: there were too many things in the world that could not be explained by science.
After a long silence, Ruan Liren nodded and said, "Yes, that's indeed the case."
Putting down the Scarecrow he had just finished assembling, the Ancient Sorcerer said, "So, even if I can use my methods to heal the villagers, there's nothing strange about it, right? As far as I know, scientists have always held a belief that there are no phenomena or things in this world that science cannot understand; it's just that we currently cannot understand them yet. From this perspective, even if the methods I use are beyond your comprehension, it's simply because scientists like you haven't recognized them yet."
Ruan Liren nodded heavily and said, "You're absolutely right. No matter how strange or incredible your methods may be, it's only because we haven't recognized them yet, not because they can't be understood."
"Mr. Luo, then I look forward to seeing your great abilities."
After Ruan Liren left, Fang Miao gave a thumbs up to the Ancient Sorcerer and whispered, "Powerful! Truly powerful! I never expected you had such skills that even a scholar like Ruan Liren agrees with your viewpoint."
"Hey, that's because what I said makes sense!"
The Ancient Sorcerer boasted shamelessly while grabbing another handful of straw from beside him to continue assembling the Scarecrow.
After tying up eighteen Scarecrows, the Ancient Sorcerer used thick branches and straw that had been prepared in advance to make torches, soaking them in a barrel filled with butter.
The sky gradually darkened; it had not been long since the sun set, and visibility became quite poor. Even though the Ancient Sorcerer and Fang Miao were less than a meter apart, they could barely see each other's faces.
"Finally ready!"
The Ancient Sorcerer looked at the Machete, the eighteen Scarecrows, and the thirty-six torches laid out before him, letting out a long sigh of relief.
"Does this mean we can start now?"
Fang Miao immediately jumped up in excitement upon hearing this. She had spent the whole day beside the Ancient Sorcerer, watching him monotonously tie up Scarecrows and prepare torches, all for this moment.
"Not yet; let's wait until midnight."
"Why do we have to wait until then?"
Fang Miao was confused again. Midnight? Why specifically at midnight?
"Midnight is when the yin energy is at its strongest, and it's also when the power of the Scarecrow Curse hanging there is at its peak. Only then can we sweep away all the cursed power effectively."
The illness plaguing Dashi Village was due to a witchcraft curse. To break this curse, it needed to be done forcefully at its most powerful moment to resolve the issue once and for all.
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