I didn't ask Zhang Baoshan to send me home.
When we got downstairs, I advised him to go back and take care of Yang Xiaowen, and settle the matter with the Great Female Immortal first to prevent long nights and nightmares.
Zhang Baoshan was still worried about Yang Xiaowen and was not polite to me. He apologized and hurried back.
I turned back to the affiliated hospital and used some tricks to find out about the male doctor.
Wang Zhiyong, the attending physician and lecturer of the medical school, is 47 years old. He was widowed three years ago and has no children. He is currently living alone in the family area of the medical school. He is a bit lonely and old-fashioned, but he has superb medical skills and good medical ethics.
Dr. Wang was just called to the director's office and has not returned to the treatment area yet.
It looks like people from the Public Security Bureau have arrived.
I left the hospital and went to the family area of the medical school. I found Wang Zhiyong's residence and sneaked in.
Instead of walking through the door, he got out of the corridor window and used the skill of a scorpion to climb up the wall upside down and open the window to enter the house.
The room is the outer body of the body, and the door is the shelter from the wind.
As long as they are warlocks, they will make some arrangements at the door to prevent people from secretly breaking into the door and doing tricks.
If it were a bungalow, the windows would also be decorated, but since he lives on the sixth floor, he naturally won't bother with that.
On the face of it, the room is ordinary.
The furnishings are simple and neat, and the largest electrical appliance is a Panasonic color TV imported from Japan.
Other than that, the most important thing is books.
The bookshelves occupying three walls of the study are filled to the brim.
There are also many on the table next to the window.
There are still half-written notes spread out on the table, with the pen leaning on it, and next to it is a half-drunk cup of tea.
There seems to be no trace of the elegance and calmness of a scholar.
If there wasn't a body lying on the bed in the bedroom.
The corpse's skin was covered in dense spots, and its hair was black and dry. It looked like an unsuccessful mummy.
He just lay upright on the bed, even covered with a quilt.
Although his face was covered with corpse spots, which were both blue and black, he could still see his normal appearance. Not to mention that he was exactly the same as Wang Zhiyong, but he was also carved from the same mold.
There were obvious strangulation marks on his neck, his Adam's apple was shattered, and even his neck bones were broken, so that his head was placed in a strange position on his chest, looking indescribably weird and awkward.
I didn't touch the body, so I turned back to the study, sat on the rocking chair, took out the Kirito with the photo on it, sat on the low table next to the chair, and waited quietly.
Just about an hour later, the door lock rang and the door was pushed open.
Rapid footsteps walked into the house and walked straight to the study.
Then he stopped at the door.
I smiled and said hello to Wang Zhiyong, "Dr. Wang, why did you get off work so early?"
Wang Zhiyong's expression changed, and he immediately glanced around, took a wrong step back, and then asked in a low voice: "What do you want to do when you break into my house?"
"Your home? I thought this was the home of the body lying in the bedroom."
I chuckled, reached out and picked up the Kirito, and shook it towards Wang Zhiyong.
"Old fellow ginseng, don't say that the lights are dark in front of the bright mountain. You can use the top shell of your hand to deceive Baihuayan, but you can't deceive a person like me. You are all a seafarer. Climb a branch first to avoid the flood from washing away the Dragon King. Temple. The sky is high, the water is wide, there are many mountains, and the gods from all walks of life show their true spirits. When I go out, I go first to pay homage to Master Ge. I don’t know which mountain, which temple, which old immortal master I am worshiping?"
"It's easy to say that all human beings have two layers of skin, one layer of gods and one layer of bones. I learned the Prince's Tiangang Technique and borrowed the sacred bones to paint my skin. We are all brothers of Lianqi. We don't do those foreign things. We were brothers in the hospital this morning. I have missed my ancestor's gift, and I would like to use the Trinity Rules to let my old friend know the way, so that we can meet in front of the Patriarch one day."
Wang Zhiyong held his French seal and saluted me, which was quite polite.
I took out a sewing needle from my pocket and stuck it between Kirito's legs.
Wang Zhiyong groaned, covering the vital parts of his crotch, his feet softened, and he knelt on the ground, his face covered with sweat.
But despite the pain, he still didn't make much noise.
"When you ruined my operation in the hospital, why didn't you think about whether the flood would flood the Dragon King Temple? The ancestor's rules were to stay away from the sound and not to criticize when we met. Have you learned this like a dog? Now I feel more generous, and Sanyi will point the way. Hehe, I came to Jincheng to open Zhuzhu. If you ruin my technique, I won't be able to recruit people. You just ruined my reputation. Just for this, you are What about giving away flowers? If I sell you at a discount to those guys from Qingguaimen, I can get two more dollars back. Do you need to be poor and generous here?"
I pulled out the needle and was about to prick Kirito's eyes.
Wang Zhiyong suddenly took something out of his pocket and threw it heavily to the ground.
With a crisp bang, the thing fell apart, but it was a jade plaque.
Almost at the same time, the Kirito in my hand puffed out a smelly black smoke, the photo talisman turned to ashes at the same time, and sparks flashed among the others.
I hurriedly threw Kirito to the ground and stepped on him.
Wang Zhiyong rushed up like a vicious tiger, snatched Tongren away, rolled far away on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood at Tongren.
Being sprayed with blood, a puff of gray smoke came out from the gray area on the back of Kirito's head.
He immediately stretched out his fingers and quickly painted on Kirito with the blood spurting out. While painting, he muttered two sentences quickly with his tongue wide open, and then he threw Kirito hard to the ground and stepped on it.
After doing this, he looked at me expectantly.
I spread my hands at him and said with a smile: "If you want to break the technique and backfire on me, then show some real skills and don't embarrass yourself by doing some three-legged cat kung fu."
Wang Zhiyong was shocked, probably because he couldn't understand why his spell didn't work.
But he was stunned for just a moment, and he immediately turned around and ran away.
I took out another Kirito with a painted face.
There was a slight burn mark on the back of Kirito's head.
This is called the serial nightmare technique.
Wang Zhiyong used his tongue and jade pendant to regain the initiative, and all the spells he cast were used on Kirito.
Fighting is like embroidery. Whoever is more prepared and can calculate mentally and unintentionally will have a greater chance of winning.
Why are people in the world afraid of warlocks? Not only because we people have weird and unpredictable methods, but also because each of us is more insidious than the other. If someone really offends us, we will die without even knowing how.
I stabbed Kirito's left foot with a needle.
Wang Zhiyong had already run into the living room and was running towards the bedroom opposite.
Suddenly, his body staggered, his left foot slipped and twisted into a strange shape, making a crisp cracking sound.
He suddenly fell to the ground, but refused to give up and still crawled towards the bedroom with all his strength.
I then stabbed the person's left and right arms.
Wang Zhiyong couldn't use his arms and stopped in despair. He turned to look at me, "We are all brothers, even if we kick the golden bell upside down, we will leave three rings..."
I squatted in front of him and held the Kirito in my hand in front of his eyes, "Try squirting again and see how much blood you have on the tip of your tongue?"
Then he stabbed Kirito's crotch with the needle.
Wang Zhiyong's whole body was convulsed with pain, and he could not suppress an uncontrollable growl from his throat. It took him a while to recover, and he looked at me desperately, "You can't kill someone without a nod, what do you want?"
"That's fair! I was dutifully treated as a filial piety and came to call people's souls, but you couldn't help but come in and spoil my ritual without even climbing a branch. There must be a reason. Can you explain clearly what you said about this today? If you can’t explain it clearly, then you can only rely on theory and ask local colleagues from Jincheng to comment.”
Hearing what I said, Wang Zhiyong's eyes lit up and he said repeatedly: "Okay, I will argue with you over fate, let's..."
I took the needle and pricked the same spot three more times.
Wang Zhiyong's whole body twitched and sweat soaked through his clothes.
"We are all brothers. I see that you are also a seafarer. If you say something like this, you will take advantage of me and kill me for nothing? You must either speak clearly or defeat me first. Come on, Kirito. Leave it here. I'll give you another chance to fight again."
Wang Zhiyong looked at Kirito who was so close, his face full of despair.
His hands and feet were injured by me, and he couldn't do anything at all. The only thing he could do was to spray blood from the tip of his tongue to break the spell. But the blood from the tip of his tongue cannot be sprayed continuously. He has already used it, and he has to wait for the bite. It can only be used again after the injury is healed.
"I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't use it."
I sighed, grabbed Kirito's head, and prepared to twist it off.
"No, no, what do you want to know? I'm telling you!"
