"You want to use the power of the public to destroy the Changxian Sect!"
Lao Cao's face turned even more ugly.
I patted the window sill and said, "You're thinking too much. I'm still saying the same thing, I came to Jincheng to open Zhuzhu for the next long-term business. You've seen what I'm capable of, and I can treat illnesses safely. I can earn wealth in the next life! If people don’t offend me, I will never take the initiative to make myself uncomfortable.”
"What about that person who wants to offend you? What if the Changxian Sect isn't finished?"
"Wei Ba sent a strong man over to give me the apology that Lang Yusheng deserved, and let it go if he told me face to face. I will also guarantee you here that no matter what, I will never kill Wei Ba and Chang Chang. Immortal Gate.”
After hearing what I said, Lao Cao's expression softened.
"I trust you again. You just came back this morning. Where did you go and fool around last night?"
"I went to Falin Temple. Aunt Bao wanted He Qiangbing to become the master of Master Falin, but he didn't like He Qiangbing and asked me to come here, so I went to make peace with the master of Falin Temple. "
"What did you use to make peace?"
"I had a drink with the master's mistress at his house."
"You are so shady. You can still use this method as a disciple. You are not afraid that the boy He will go to Falin Temple and be tortured."
"What does his being tortured have to do with me? If you are always reluctant to let him suffer, why not sacrifice your face and go to Falin Temple to talk about it?"
"Go away! Whether he loves you to death or not is none of my business."
I laughed, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute." Lao Cao stopped me, took out a packaged bottle of wine from under the table and threw it to me, "I haven't recovered yet. Don't ask me to drink in the past few days. If you are greedy, drink it at home. Remember to There is a mailbox at the entrance of the courtyard. You, Zhou Daxian, have become famous in Jincheng circles, and you will have a share in all future posts."
"Thank you husband for the reward."
I thanked Lao Cao in a long voice and returned to the courtyard with the wine bottle.
There is some loose soil under the threshold of the courtyard.
I had an unexpected visitor last night.
As expected.
My method is not so easy to understand.
Entering the bedroom, he saw He Qiangbing lying on the bed wrapped in a cotton coat, snoring loudly.
I looked at the window sill first.
There is still a small piece of incense left in the stove.
Looking at He Qiangbing again, there was a small red mark on the back of his neck.
I flicked my finger on his Baihui, and he suddenly turned over and sat up.
"What the hell..."
After half-cursing, when he saw it was me, he quickly shut up and jumped out of bed.
"Mr. Zhou, you are back."
"You slept so well that you didn't even hear anyone entering the room."
He Qiangbing rubbed the back of his head and said with a smile: "It's not like I slept like crazy, it's just that I didn't sleep well that night. I had a lot of messy dreams. I also dreamed that black and white impermanence came in and asked me a lot of questions. Random questions, oh, by the way, they also asked you where you were. It seemed that they wanted to seduce your soul. I told them that you went to Falin Temple, but they ran out of power and never asked you again. This whole night It was a dream, I still have a severe head pain, I have to catch up on some sleep when I get home soon."
"Don't catch up on your sleep. Go back and tidy up. Go to Falin Temple immediately and go directly to Daozheng to become your disciple."
"Oh, you're already done talking? That's awesome. I'll go right now."
He Qiangbing laughed silly and ran out.
I turned around and came to the consulting room, first looking at the talisman buried in the incense burner.
There are more cracks, and they are crisscrossed and torn.
In three days, the talisman will be completely broken.
If they can't figure out my magic, they will definitely try their best to do whatever they can.
Ma Yanhong's tail talisman has not changed at all.
I put the talisman in my pocket, and the two Kiritos put them in the box alone. After eating the breakfast brought by Bao Yuqin, I started the day's consultation as usual.
Two doctors came to the clinic in the morning, both of whom were looking for frightened children. The symptoms were exactly the same, including crying at night and fever, but the causes were different. Fortunately, they were both common childhood diseases. After simple treatment, the fever subsided on the spot. Then they wrote prescriptions for the treatment respectively. The two families were grateful and each contributed 500 yuan.
By noon, the talisman in my pocket had changed.
There were spots on the rune that looked like mold.
There is also a wicker branch-like imprint in the center.
These are the traces of Ma Yanhong's spell cast.
Dharma is like a willow branch, with the intention to sprout vitality.
The foundation of the co-shou technique of borrowing life to extend one's life.
After all, it is not out of the range of the thirty-six heretical techniques.
Knowing this foot, you can roughly estimate what methods they will use.
In this round, I already have a 70% chance of winning.
I took out Kirito and stabbed the back of the head with the needle again.
This time it was inserted deeply and the needle was not removed again.
By the afternoon, Kirito's entire head turned black.
Overlapping wicker marks appear continuously on the tail talisman.
I immediately packed my things and drove to Ma Yanhong's residence.
She is not a local and has lived in a rental house near the hospital for many years.
When we found a place, the door was locked, but we could hear faint moans in the room.
I just unlocked the door and entered the house.
Ma Yanhong was lying on the floor of the house, her face covered with bloodstains. There was a brazier full of ashes in front of her, and she was holding a wicker stick that had been burnt to charcoal black.
The blood stains on her face were drawn by herself.
The success of her first spell to break the spell misled her.
So after the second headache occurred, she used the same method again to try to relieve the damage from the nightmare, but she ended up injuring herself but failed.
I took out the needle from the back of Kirito's head, dipped some water into the needle hole and made three dots.
Ma Yanhong shuddered, and her weak but continuous moaning stopped.
She slowly opened her eyes, looked at me blankly, opened her mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
I won’t talk about spring rituals anymore, and ask directly: “Who arranged for you to undergo spiritual pressure in Furen Hospital?”
She has a lot of skills, and the effect of directly using ecstasy medicine will not be very good. It is better to directly extract a confession.
Ma Yanhong shook her head with difficulty and said with difficulty: "Kill me."
I took out the Kirito and shook it at her, then stuck the needle in the back of the head again.
Ma Yanhong screamed, rolled her eyes, stiffened up, and foamed at the mouth.
The pain caused by the nightmare spell goes straight to the bone marrow, and no one can bear it.
I pulled out the needle and asked again: "Who arranged for you to undergo spiritual pressure pressing at Furen Hospital?"
After another refusal to answer, I re-stab the needle.
After doing this three times, Ma Yanhong cried and begged me to kill her.
The fourth time I inserted it, she completely collapsed.
"It's my master. He is the director of Furen Hospital. He orders me to do everything."
"Which old immortal from the Earthly Immortal Society are you worshiping?"
"Old Immortal Ge Xiuge!"
"Did Ge Xiu arrange the ashes selection?"
"I don't know this, I really don't know, just kill me, wuwuwu..."
I put Kirito away and said to her: "Tell your master, if you want to solve my nightmare-suppressing spell, you can ask for it yourself. I'll give him two days. If it expires, his master will be dead."
