Wang Qiang spat bitterly, and after cursing, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I didn't blame you!"
Mr. Lu smiled generously and waved his hand.
Lin Yi then asked:
"It is said that last time we encountered a lot of unnatural imaginations, and there were also deaths of people accompanying us."
Mr. Lu first glanced at Abdul, who had taken over the live broadcast equipment not far away, and found that the distance was far enough, then he lowered his voice and said:
"The team that marched from Kunlun Mountain encountered many problems from the beginning. It was only halfway through the journey that there were already attrition, and in the end they had to go back the same way. The remaining members of their team all signed up after they came back Confidentiality agreement, all events cannot be disclosed.
Even we don't know what happened. "
"What happened to the two Japanese soldiers in that team?" Wang Qiang asked anxiously.
"Buried in Kunlun Mountain."
When Wang Qiang heard this, he slapped his thigh suddenly.
"What a pity! What a pity!"
"What a pity?" Lin Yi looked at Wang Qiang.
"It's a pity that Kunlun Mountain, where the Chinese Dragon Vein is located, such a sacred place, was polluted by the Japanese devils. However, his death is worth celebrating. I'll go get some wine."
After saying that, he went to Abdu's side to get some wine.
"Can you please stop breathing heavily when you speak from now on? Mr. Lu, don't mind, that's just his character." Lin Yi explained.
Mr. Lu laughed a few times.
"Comrade Xiao Wang has a clear sense of grudges and hates evil as much as hatred. It's very good. When I was young, I was the same as him."
Speaking of this, Mr. Lu changed the topic.
"Comrade Xiaolin, if you come to me to ask these questions now, are you trying to regret it?"
"That's not true!"
Lin Yi's purpose was to test Mr. Lu's tone. Since there was nothing concealed, it meant that they were sincere in cooperating.
“Oh, that’s good, that’s good.
Comrade Xiaolin, to be honest with you, the reason why I kept Du Ping by my side was because I felt that he should know or see something.
His problem should not be as simple as 'aphasia'.
If he could express himself normally, he might be able to provide some help to us. "
When Lin Yi heard this, he smiled and said:
"It's simple. You can bring it to him. I might be able to do something about it."
When Lu Shouzhong on the opposite side heard this, he was stunned on the spot. He didn't even bother to pick up the crutch in his hand when it fell, and reached out to grab Lin Yi's arm.
"Comrade Xiaolin, are you kidding me? Didn't you say before that you are just a cemetery agent who knows a little about Feng Shui?"
Lin Yi shook his head.
"That's right, but don't get too excited. I mean there may be a way, but I can't say whether it will work or not."
Mr. Lu's trembling hand reached into his pocket, took out the phone and made a call.
Soon, Zhou Zhenbiao drove Du Ping to Abdul's small courtyard.
When they met again, Zhou Zhenbiao's attitude was obviously much better. When they met Lin Yi, they nodded and passed cigarettes.
Seeing how quickly his attitude changed, the friends in the live broadcast room began to tease him.
"Actually, I appreciate your unruly demeanor more."
"Did you see it? Another man who was tamed by the anchor."
"When will the anchor tame me?"
"Damn it, the guy upstairs is even more of a heavyweight!"
The sharp-eyed water friends have already discovered Du Ping.
"Isn't this the young man in his fifties from before? What's his name?"
"God damn this young man in his fifties. He is sick and it is painful enough. Let's not make fun of him."
"Why did the anchor bring him here? He can't speak and his hands can't write. Is it possible that he needs to use spiritualism?"
"Have you watched too many ghost movies?"
Du Ping was sitting opposite Lin Yi at the moment. He looked like an intellectual who was about to retire.
His lips are red and his teeth are white, and he breathes evenly. Judging from his appearance and complexion, there is nothing wrong with him.
Lin Yi put his right hand on Du Ping's left wrist.
As soon as he buttoned it up, Lin Yi's brows suddenly twisted into a ball.
"No way? The anchor can also diagnose the pulse?"
"The pulse diagnosis technique of Chinese medicine is not that of Western medicine. You can diagnose the disease with just a few data. Don't pretend to understand, anchor."
"That's not right. Why does the anchor's method of taking pulses look so different from those of old Chinese doctors?"
"I'm just pretending, maybe I don't know how to do it at all. I just want to create an all-around persona."
Lin Yi put down Du Ping's arm and waved to Abudu.
"Brother, do we have anyone raising silkworms here?"
"Yes, that house at the head of the village raises silkworms. What do you want to do? Roast silkworm chrysalises? I'll get them for you."
Lin Yi grabbed him.
"Brother, help me tell the owner to find a cocoon of a dead silkworm. It should be raw, not burned."
Although Abdul didn't know what he wanted to do, if the brother asked, of course the eldest brother would do it.
While there was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room, everyone was guessing what Lin Yi wanted to do with the cocoon, but Abu had already taken the cocoon back.
"Here, brother, take it and use it."
With that said, he held a big bamboo basket and placed it in front of Lin Yi.
Lin Yi's face was filled with black lines.
The eldest brother was too down-to-earth. He asked for one and brought a basket full of them, at least several hundred.
Soon, he selected a small, shriveled cocoon.
I also used Wang Qiang as bait, caught a few mosquitoes, carefully removed the mosquito's mouthparts with tweezers, and put them in a beer bottle cap.
"What is the anchor doing?"
"I don't know. It's mysterious and seems to be quite high-end."
"Isn't it? The anchor is trying to diagnose the pulse with silk thread!"
"Xuansi Diagnosing the Pulse? Where is the anchor playing "Journey to the West" for me here? Hey, don't tell me, he and Fat Brother look a lot like Monkey Brother and Bajie standing together."
"In "Journey to the West", men and women are not close to each other. Is there anything that the anchor cannot have contact with this guy?"
"The real pulse diagnosis with hanging wire is recorded in our ancient medical books. The patient's pulse is too weak and the traditional pulse cutting method cannot find the pulse, so pulse diagnosis with hanging wire is needed."
"Brother, my mobile phone is fully charged, connected to WiFi, and the watermelon has been cut. I'm just waiting for you to learn more about it."
"Sorry, I may disappoint you, brother. There are only records in ancient books, but there is no writing process."
"That's just something to fool people. The "Compendium of Materia Medica" also says that human feces and urine can be used as medicine. Do you take it?"
"I don't want to take a bite of this secret burger. I'd better leave it to people who like Chinese medicine to replenish their health!"
Lin Yi glanced at the numerous Chinese medicine practitioners popping up in the barrage, and simply faced the camera.
"The method of diagnosing the pulse with hanging silk comes from the ancient method - Qihuang pulse diagnosis technique, which uses dead silk and mosquito mouths.
Dead silkworm silk is used because the patient's pulse is too weak. The silk of live silkworms is thick and tough, while the silk of dead silkworms is thin and soft.
Take the mosquito's mouth as a guide. After the two are connected, the blood vessels are broken and sealed in the wrist. With the flow of blood, it can go directly to the patient's heart orifice to detect the pulse. "
