When Yan Qishan saw the abscess behind Zhang Hua, he was so frightened that his legs swung. Hearing Qin Liuxi's slap in the face, his face twitched and the corners of his lips twitched.
"What, what's going on..." Wen Fulin was so frightened that he almost fainted.
Seeing them like this, Zhang Hua couldn't help but feel a sudden thought in his heart and said, "Madam, what's wrong? What's wrong with my sores?"
Wen Jinshu's fingertips were trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.
"Mirror, get the mirror."
Zhang Hua saw that they were not moving, so he simply got out of bed, came to the bronze mirror and turned around to look at it. He looked horrified, and his thin and sunken face immediately collapsed. He swept the bronze mirror to the ground and screamed a little crazy. :"how so?"
The big malignant sore was originally festering, but now it was filled with pus and swollen. This was nothing. The malignant sore suddenly broke out, and it was far more serious than that.
But what frightens people is not that the sore is septic, but that a sarcoma has unexpectedly formed on the wound. The fleshy lump looks like a human face, with complete facial features, and the mouth is still open and closed. Like two fangs.
Is this called a malignant sore? Is it a serious disease?
Wen Fulin, a great scholar who had read many sages' books, did not dare to swear that this was just a serious disease.
It's so ridiculous. Is there any serious disease in the world that is caused by a sore growing on a human face?
"Young master, what is the name of his evil illness? It was not like this in the past two days, so why has it become worse?" Wen Fulin looked at Qin Liuxi, the only calm and unchanging face in the room, and went to him with determination. Her side moved closer.
Although this child is young, he still remains unfailingly calm in the face of such a terrible sore. This character alone makes many people feel ashamed.
Yan Qishan came to his senses and walked to Qin Liuxi and asked, "Did he commit any crime?"
After hearing this, Wen Fulin was so angry that he fell back. Yan Conghe was frightened to death. What kind of nonsense did he say?
Qin Liuxi put his hands behind his hands and looked at Zhang Hua, who was already a little broken.
Wen Fulin: "?"
His face darkened.
Yan Qishan felt his face hurt.
Sure enough, it felt like it was not a good thing to have a tight skin before. As expected, she really hit her in the face and it hurt a lot.
He didn't think Qin Liuxi was talking nonsense. First of all, he knew her abilities very well. She had taken him through places like the Yin Road, what else could he not see?
Moreover, he had never seen such a malignant sore, but whose malignant sore would grow into a human face?
He is the only one, Zhang Hua.
Not to mention he is a scholar who has read books and seen the world. When ordinary people see this sore, they are afraid to wonder whether this person has done something harmful to his morality. Otherwise, how could such a terrifying thing grow?
Ghost face sore, hearing this name makes me feel extremely scary.
Wen Jinshu finally calmed down Zhang Hua. Hearing Qin Liuxi's words, he felt very unhappy and said, "What is a ghost face sore?"
Qin Liuxi looked at Zhang Hua and said, "Zhang Ju must know whose face this is."
Zhang Hua's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes dodge a little, and he said to Wen Jinshu: "Madam, I'm a little dizzy and want to rest. I'll ask another doctor to see you tomorrow. I'm sorry, Mr. Yan."
Expelling guests and refusing Qin Liuxi's diagnosis and treatment, isn't this a guilty conscience?
Yan Qishan looked at his old friend and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.
Wen Fulin frowned and looked between Zhang Hua and Qin Liuxi.
Wen Jinshu had been raised as a man since he was a child. Seeing Zhang Hua chasing away guests, his heart sank slightly. Then he looked at Qin Liuxi and said: "Young Master, please make it clear that my husband just suffered from a sudden illness, but you said What is the crime of speaking evil words?"
"A person who died unjustly has a lot of resentment, so he will seek revenge on the person who caused him to die unjustly. There are many ways to take revenge, such as planting the resentment on the other person and using the other person's body to nourish the soul, like now. This sore is It has existed for a long time, but from the time it appeared to the present, it has grown up little by little. Zhang Ju is a promising person and a vegetarian. This body naturally becomes a good place to nourish the soul. Until the resentment of the soul becomes strong, it will grow. You have a human face." Qin Liuxi said indifferently: "Mrs. Wen should understand how long Zhang Juren's sore has existed."
Wen Jinshu's heart beat wildly.
Of course, she knew how long it existed. She had seen it when they got married. At that time, it was only the size of a small bean. Because it didn't hurt or itch, Zhang Hua didn't care.
But the beans were getting bigger year by year, and they kept drinking some decoction mixed with anti-fire, but it didn't help. It wasn't until a while ago that the malignant sore started to emit a purulent smell, and they panicked. They went to countless doctors but couldn't get it cured.
Now Qin Liuxi said that it was not a simple malignant sore, but a ghost-faced sore, where the wronged soul sought revenge?
"Absurd!" Wen Fulin was the first to question: "Zi Buyu has strange power and chaos, and whether he died unjustly or not, this is simply a fantasy and nonsense."
It's coming, the bad temper of my old friend is coming late but surely.
Yan Qishan's head buzzed and he tugged on Wen Fulin's sleeve.
"What are you trying to do with me? Lao Yan, I believed you and that's why I asked you to bring someone over to see my uncle, but what did you say? What about nourishing the soul, what about grievances, what nonsense!" Wen Fulin was angry. He shook his sleeves.
Yan Qishan's face darkened, and he said: "Didn't I also hear that your uncle has not been cured for a long time, and the young concubine happened to be passing by here, so he kindly invited her here? What are you talking about? You have forgotten everything I said before?"
"Forget it, forget it! I knew she was talking nonsense." Wen Fulin said angrily.
Yan Qishan also had a temper: "You are being unreasonable, so we have nothing to say. Young Master, if we leave, we won't be able to cure it anyway." After a pause, he added: "We have to fight with old friends. Let me remind you, since the Young Monk Master said this, it must be his problem. Ordinary doctors will definitely not look down on this ghost-faced sore. You should find a monk and Taoist priest as soon as possible to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts, hum!"
He pulled Qin Liuxi and was about to go out.
Qin Liuxi said: "Mr. Yan is right. Ordinary doctors cannot cure this ghost-faced sore. If you want to cure it, you have to ask the Taoist priest Fan Seng. This is not a serious disease, but the revenge of an wronged soul. Zhang Juren, God has it. In reincarnation, whatever you have done will be recorded in your merits and demerits. Whether you will repay it or not depends on the time. The ghost-faced sore has already sprouted teeth. Next, it will definitely bite your flesh, and then life will be worse than death. If I You, just go back to Zhang’s house honestly to plead guilty and atone for your sins, otherwise..."
Zhang Hua is carrying the sin of killing.
Who he killed was shown on his back. With such a childish face, combined with his kidnapping incident back then, it was most likely his brother.
After Qin Liuxi finished speaking, he walked out.
When she walked to the door, she looked at Yan Qishan, who quickly raised his hand: "I'll fight my face myself."
Snapped.
What humility, bah, he is just a sanctimonious hypocrite, he is blind!
There is a saying, if you believe in science, ghost-faced sore is clinically called lupus erythematosus, and fantasy is another matter, cough cough cough~
(End of chapter)
