With a casual gesture, there was an earth-yellow futon and a desk that only reached an average person's knees on the ground.
"There is still a need for an oil lamp"
Chu Feng's calm voice fell, and there was an antique bronze lamp on the table. The stains on it showed that it was old at first glance.
If a professional in archeology or antique appraisal sees it, he will definitely suspect that this thing has just been dug out of the ground.
"go"
Chu Feng uttered one word, and the dozen or so torches suspended in the air disappeared.
The brightness in the room suddenly dropped several times.
"Very good"
Chu Feng glanced around and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he sat cross-legged on the futon and recited the "Qing Jing Sutra" in a low voice.
About two hours later, the little oil in the oil lamp bottomed out. Chu Feng flicked his finger, and oil that looked like a pool of clear water entered the oil lamp.
The oil is not an ordinary oil. It is boiled from the finest rosin collected from a fairy mountain when Chu Feng was in the ancient world. Once it is ignited, the aroma can spread for hundreds of miles.
In order to avoid attracting some animals, Chu Feng set up scent barriers around the house, then put his head on his hands and dozed off.
Gods don't need to sleep, but Chu Feng, who was once a human, still can't change this habit, especially in a safe environment.
Time passed little by little, and the entire Taoist temple fell silent.
Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out of a nearby building. It was the black cat from before. It jumped a few times and came to the outside of Chu Feng's house. It seemed to be attracted by the light and lingered for a long time without leaving.
About fifteen minutes later, the black cat entered the room with slight movements.
Under the dim lights, the black cat's satin-like fur seemed to be shiny.
Seeing Chu Feng sleeping, the beard on both sides of Black Cat's mouth beat a few times, and he cautiously came to the desk, holding his head high and looking straight at Chu Feng.
One second, two seconds...two or three minutes passed. The black cat jumped slightly and came to the table. It looked at Chu Feng's profile for a while, turned his head and moved closer to the oil lamp.
Suddenly, the black cat turned its head and looked at Chu Feng with alert eyes. Seeing that Chu Feng was still sleeping soundly, it turned its head back, put its head next to the oil lamp, stuck out its bright red tongue, and started licking the oil.
If the first lick is a reaction of joy, the second lick is greed.
Just as the black cat was about to take its third lick, a moderate noise came from the rafters.
The black cat was startled, the hair on its back exploded, and then ran away without any hesitation.
Silence returned to the room.
Another hour later, a khaki mouse, with its tail raised, came down the corner of the wall and came to the desk with even slighter movements than the black cat.
Before the feat of stealing oil could be put into action, a "huge" shadow suddenly appeared, very unexpectedly.
The mouse suddenly turned around and made a squeaking sound before being dragged out by the "huge" shadow.
Chu Feng's eyelashes fluttered, the oil lamp was extinguished, and after a while, the rich aroma faded.
The ruined Taoist temple restored peace.
Dozens of miles away, there was a burst of exclamation in the brightly lit operating room of a tertiary hospital.
Within a few minutes, the door to the operating room opened, and doctors, anesthesiologists, nurses and other medical staff walked out, all with confused expressions on their faces.
The middle-aged man who was driving the Mercedes before got up from the rest chair, walked over, and asked with concern: "Excuse me, how is the little brother who was struck by lightning?"
The doctor is a middle-aged woman with ordinary appearance, straight figure, wearing glasses, giving people a very old-fashioned feeling.
Hearing the sound, he looked at the middle-aged man and said with a strange expression: "The operation failed."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then sighed.
"The poor child was struck to death by lightning just like that. In all my life, this is the first time I have seen someone struck to death by lightning on the street. If his parents knew, ugh."
"No, I'm fine."
The female doctor's expression was even weirder than before.
This time, the middle-aged man was confused. What does it mean that the operation failed and he is fine?
"The patient's heart stopped. After several electric shocks and no response, we all gave up. Suddenly, the patient sat up and asked us with a confused look why he was here."
The female doctor smiled bitterly.
The scene that looked like a fake corpse just now scared the whole room of them.
The middle-aged man was stunned and asked: "So, he is fine?"
The female doctor shook her head.
"No, he suffered severe burns on the surface of his skin and needed to be hospitalized for treatment. The fee paid before was not enough."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he frowned and said nothing. He acted bravely and sent the person to the hospital. Paying the surgery fee was already the end of his kindness, but he didn't want to pay the subsequent expenses.
"I will pay the fees myself. Thank you, brother. Give me your bank account number and I will transfer the money you just paid to you."
Zhang Wei, wrapped in gauze, was lying on a surgical trolley and was pushed out by a pretty nurse.
The middle-aged man looked at the mummy-like Zhang Wei, waved his hand and said: "Forget the money just now, I don't lack that money."
I actually met a good person and a wealthy person!
"How can this work?"
Zhang Wei was happy in his heart, but firmly disagreed on his face.
"that's all"
The middle-aged man left without looking back.
Zhang Wei was stunned for a few seconds and sighed: "Who said there are no good people these days?"
The female doctor looked at Zhang Wei lying on the operating trolley and asked strangely: "Don't you feel any pain?"
If you are struck by lightning, wake up, and feel no pain at all within the realm of miracles, then you are a monster.
As a person who often reads novels, Zhang Wei's psychological quality is absolutely excellent. Hearing this, he pretended to grin and said: "I was struck by lightning, it's not a big deal."
"Speak harshly and send him to the ward."
The suspicion on the female doctor's face disappeared without a trace.
The pretty little nurse said oh and pushed the surgical trolley towards the elevator.
After successfully getting through the test, Zhang Wei gave himself a pat on the back. Within a few seconds of waking up, he realized something was wrong. He was struck by lightning. Not only did he wake up, his charred body didn't hurt at all. It wasn't a gold finger. What is the treatment of the protagonist?
"Didi, check that the host is mentally stable and suitable for binding. The binding begins and the binding ends."
Electronic music suddenly sounded in his mind, and Zhang Wei's fleshy face trembled.
It’s really a system, it’s really a system! developed.
"What system are you from?" An idea appeared in Zhang Wei's mind.
"This system is a clone system, coming from a galaxy unknown to the host. The host is the first host of this system."
"Clone system, what is the system's mission?" Another thought came to Zhang Wei's mind.
"The clone system, as the name suggests, gives the host an extra clone, from ordinary erasers and pens, to puppies and kittens, to whales, elephants, and humans. The higher the level, the more intelligent and powerful the things the host controls. In the end, it is possible to break out of the earth and control the creatures in the universe."
