A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After seeing Song Qinghan appearing in front of him in a good manner, Qin Sanmu smiled with the corners of his mouth, and said deliberately: "Doctor Song, how does it feel? Is it difficult? Anyway, I am also arrested by you now. Everything is yours, and you can use it however you want, wouldn't it be wonderful?"

Hearing his words, Song Qinghan didn't know what was hidden in the cave. He frowned and said coldly: "Do you think I'm you? What are you keeping for harming people?"

The head of the family also understood, looked at Qin Sanmu who was in a state of madness, and said in a deep voice: "The poppy in the village is completely enough, why do you want to grow another? There are also those who have problems due to overdose, right? Did you move your hands and feet?"

Qin Sanmu probably broke the pot, and said without hesitation: "So what? My vision is not limited to this, and only a fool like you will spend year after year for the so-called belief and promise. , stay in this place without any vitality and hope day after day! What I want is to conquer the whole world! Let everyone surrender at my feet!"

After finishing speaking, he laughed loudly, his eyes lit up, as if thinking of that scene, he felt happy from the inside out.

Song Qinghan frowned tightly, and said with a cold face: "You have also seen the end of taking too much poppy. If you really spread this stuff, it will not end so well. I'm afraid that all addicts will complain to you. If you start, they will tear you to pieces before you subdue them! Besides, even if you succeed, how long can those people live? Do you want you to be the only sane person left in this world?"

Normal people can understand these principles, but Qin Sanmu is obviously abnormal now. After hearing Song Qinghan's words, the laughter in his mouth became louder and louder, and his movements touched his abdomen, and blood flowed out from it.

Seeing this, Song Qinghan didn't say any more, because he knew that it would be useless to say more, so he raised his head and said to the head: "We are going to the snow forest, one is to pick iceberg snow lotus, and the other is to destroy the poppies in the cave. Do you want to go together?"

The big master came back this time just to send Qin Sanmu and others back to take care of him, so after hearing what Song Qinghan said, he nodded decisively and understood: "Of course, the villagers are still surrounded in the snow forest to prevent the things inside from run out."

For some reason, after hearing this sentence, Song Qinghan's heart skipped a beat, and the appearance of those "mountain ghosts" suddenly flashed in his mind, and he lost his voice: "Those people inside haven't come out yet?"

Looking at the madness in Qin Sanmu's eyes, Song Qinghan suddenly felt a little timid, grabbed Wu Dahu's hand, and said anxiously: "We have to go there quickly, or we may change if we are late!"

Although Wu Dahu didn't know how Song Qinghan came to this conclusion, he had always obeyed Song Qinghan's words unconditionally, so he directly pulled the sled over and took Song Qinghan to sit in it.

Before leaving, Song Qinghan suddenly turned his head and said to the head: "I have a bad feeling, you'd better not go, and evacuate the villagers to the foot of the mountain."

Seeing his serious face, the head of the family tightened his heart, knowing that he was not joking, and was about to ask again, but Wu Dahu had already started the sled, so he had no choice but to swallow the words in his mouth.

Walking halfway, Wu Dahu glanced at Song Qinghan, saw that there was worry in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "That person still has a backup? Will the master do what you say?"

Song Qinghan's thoughts were a little confused, and he could only capture fragmentary fragments. He frowned and said, "I don't know, but it's impossible for the people inside to be silent, and be captured obediently. Especially, they are all desperadoes... .”

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise in front of him, the wind and snow whizzed, and a huge snowball exploded in mid-air, and the fine snow particles fell down, like an artificial "snow rain" .

"It happened!"

Song Qinghan subconsciously said, when he saw that the snow mountain on the top was about to avalanche, he said anxiously: "The avalanche is coming, hurry up, let's pick the snow lotus back!"

The huskies driving the sled seemed to have sensed something was wrong, and ran forward desperately, pulling Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu into the snow forest after a while.

Although the villagers who are still guarding the forest don't know what happened, they have seen the vision just now. It's just that the dragons have no leader, and they don't know what to do for a while.

When they saw Song Qinghan appearing, although they were a little disappointed, they still felt that they had found their backbone, and they all asked, "Doctor Song, what's the matter? Where is the head of the family? Should we leave now or stay?"

Song Qinghan narrowed his eyes, looked at the snow falling in the distance, gritted his teeth and said, "Run! Run down the mountain! The sooner the better!"

Hearing what he said, the villagers looked a little panicked, but they still ran down the mountain obediently, but looking at their direction, they seemed to be planning to go back to the village first, and then go down.

Song Qinghan didn't stop, and ran directly to the hidden cave with Wu Dahu. Along the way, a lot of snow collapsed around their feet, revealing the trap hidden under the snow.

Seeing those spikes and traps, Song Qinghan was startled, and thought, no wonder those people had to follow that special trajectory to walk in, otherwise, if they set foot here rashly, they would have no chance of getting out.

As soon as they arrived at the cave, they met those "mountain ghosts" face to face.

After observing closely, Song Qinghan finally understood what these "mountain ghosts" were. They were nothing more than drug-addicted human beings. the word.

When those people saw Song Qinghan, their eyes showed a fierce look, and they rushed towards them without any fear.

That's right, after all, they have more than a dozen people, and Song Qinghan's side is only him and Wu Dahu.

But because of this, it was convenient for Wu Dahu to beat them completely. After all, they underestimated the enemy, but Wu Dahu did not underestimate the enemy.

Seeing that the people on his side were cut in half, those people finally started to get scared, some turned around and ran away, and some rushed towards Song Qinghan, probably wanting to use him to restrain Wu Dahu.

Song Qinghan took a step back subconsciously, and walked around behind Wu Dahu, thinking that everything was safe, but his feet tightened, and a "mountain ghost" who had just run out of the cave hugged his leg, stretched out his hand and struck at his neck .

With a "bang", the heavy object fell to the ground. Song Qinghan stared blankly at the "mountain ghost" who fell at his feet without making a sound, and then patted his chest in fear.

He raised his head, and after seeing the person who helped him, he said in surprise, "Goddamn!"

Goudan looked a little helpless, loosened his hand, and the brick fell to the ground. He stepped back and murmured: "I killed people, I killed people..."

Song Qinghan saw that he was about to fall into the cave if he retreated any further, so he quickly reached out to grab him, squeezed his hands into his shoulders, and said loudly: "They deserve to die, I will tell you the specifics later, you run now , ran straight down the mountain, the avalanche exploded!"

Hearing the word "Xue Beng", Goudan's lips moved, and he seemed to have finally come to his senses. He glanced at the scattered corpses and subconsciously asked, "What about you?"

Song Qinghan turned his head and glanced at Wu Dahu. He had just dealt with the last "mountain ghost", and the white air he exhaled was dense in the air.

"We still have things to do, you go down first, the villagers are all at the foot of the mountain, you can go directly to gather!"

Goudan hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, took a step, and quickly ran down the mountain.

The sound of the avalanche became louder and louder. Song Qinghan raised his head and glanced at the mountain snow that might rush down at any moment, his heart tightened. Before he could speak, he was pulled by Wu Dahu and ran towards the northwest corner.

"I know you're looking for Bingshan Xuelian, the northwest corner, I remember it."

The scenery on both sides quickly receded from the corner of the eye. Although Song Qinghan ran a little hard, but he felt a little happy in his heart, his eyes lit up, and he nodded: "We will be fine!"

Wu Dahu slowly raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with tenderness, and after quickly running to the northwest corner, he subconsciously held his breath when he saw the scene in front of him.

The pure white snow lotus blooms slowly, and large pieces of crystal petals are twisted like the waist of a dancer, telling their own beauty silently.

Song Qinghan paused, turned his head and glanced at the snow that was about to fall, before he could appreciate the beauty of the flowers, he reached out and picked a handful of iceberg snow lotus, put them into the prepared box, and said to Wu Dahu: " run!"

Although their footsteps were not in the same rhythm, their speeds were exactly the same, and their clenched hands showed no signs of separation.

The huskies had already panicked, and when the rope was untied, they ran down the mountain like having fun.

The speed of the sled was getting faster and faster, but it was not as fast as the speed of the avalanche. When the white snow behind them was about to touch the two, the sled suddenly lost control, and the two were thrown high, rolled into a ball, and were washed down by the heavy snow.

I don't know how long it took, Song Qinghan suddenly took a deep breath and opened his eyes suddenly. When he saw the white clouds in the sky, he knew that he had survived. When he looked down and saw Wu Dahu's tightly closed eyes , My heart tightened, and I quickly straightened up, wanting to feel Wu Dahu's pulse.

But what he didn't expect was that Wu Dahu's hands seemed to be made of iron, and they were tightly bound behind him. Even if he straightened up, Wu Dahu's hands did not show any sign of letting go.

Fortunately, Song Qinghan had heard Wu Dahu's weak but powerful heartbeat, and knew that he was fine, so he relaxed his shoulders and silently rested his head on his shoulder socket.

This idiot, in order to prevent the two of them from being washed away by the snow, how hard must he have tried...