Master Tang was in a panic and didn't know how to save him. He even opened Mr. Song's mouth and picked it out with chopsticks.
"Don't do this. The glutinous rice balls will break through the hot air and enter the trachea, which will cause more mucus to be distributed and block the airway. If you have difficulty breathing, you will definitely die."
Master Tang is still full of malice, so naturally there are people in the crowd who understand.
"This young man seems to understand you very well, so let him try. Anyway, it will take a while for the ambulance to arrive. What if it works?"
Jiang Feng knew that Lu Dayong deliberately hid in the crowd and said this.
Without Mr. Song's company, I'm afraid hundreds of millions of orders would have been ruined...
"Then give it a try."
Master Tang regained his previous calmness, sat down with a roll of his sleeves, and stared coldly.
Jiang Feng first took his pulse and then looked into Mr. Song's eyes.
But it felt like a rope was slipping past my hand, but when I looked carefully, there was nothing there.
"The pulse is dull, and he seems to be asking for help. He can't even see his lifespan clearly. He must have committed too many sins and his lifespan has been shortened in advance."
It is normal for people like President Song not to respect martial ethics and have their lifespan deducted.
What is that rope-like thing that I touched just now?
Jiang Feng looked strange and grabbed Mr. Song's nose. As long as there was no air in the nose, the glutinous rice balls would not get stuck anymore.
Fortunately my fingers are long enough. Jiang Feng stretched out two fingers and went deep in. He had already touched the dumpling. He slowly lifted it up and was about to succeed. Suddenly someone bumped into him, causing the dumpling to be knocked down.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
It turned out to be Luo Yuanzhong, but there was no apology on his face, instead he looked proud.
"It doesn't matter."
Master Tang sneered.
"Let's wait for the emergency doctor. You are not a reliable guy!"
"You don't even know how to do first aid, yet you dare to jump out. It's really a quack that hurts people!"
The crowd also pointed at Jiang Feng, and some even asked who had suggested that Jiang Feng be treated just now.
"It's great that he still has breath. He is completely dead. This is simply a murderer. Don't leave for a while to see who made the claim!"
"We agree to investigate."
The crowd was extremely chaotic. Jiang Feng just looked at these people coldly. Sure enough, when the avalanche came, not a single snowflake was innocent!
The master stretched his waist.
"It's so noisy, little bastard, what do you think the problem is?"
What Jiang Feng was most confused about was the rope.
"There seems to be a rope on the pulse."
The master smiled slightly.
"Mr. Song almost became a short-lived ghost. His lifespan was wiped out. The rope on his arm is a contract to borrow his life!"
That’s it for now, there’s no need to say anything else.
They all borrowed their lives on one of their own people. This Luo family is really outrageous.
"I have another way to bring Mr. Song back to life, which is to borrow life from the dead."
Everyone laughed. That person was dead, how could he still have life?
Could it be that Jiang Feng was frightened?
"Young man, if you are really scared, go home quickly and prepare compensation."
Luo Yuanzhong said this deliberately, and Jiang Feng stretched out his hand.
Recite silently and ask the master to give you a charm.
"Baby, you're making things difficult for me again."
"Recite the incantation once for me, and you will succeed if you repeat it again."
Borrowing life from a living person would be a good idea, but not from a dead person...
"Lingxi Taoism, searching for yin and yang, and taking into account the emperor's destiny, the art of universal wisdom, sensitivity, and omens. If you borrow ten years of life, you can return three thousand years of life!"
Jiang Feng felt that this was too much.
The master almost laughed out loud. This ghost must survive its long life before it can be reincarnated again.
This is equivalent to letting Mr. Luo suffer enough underground before being reincarnated...
But Jiang Feng didn't believe that such a person could be reincarnated.
Sure enough, at the last moment, the Luo family suddenly rushed out to stop him. Jiang Feng didn't care so much and gave Lu Dayong a wink.
Successfully injected life span into Mr. Song's body.
"Song Yiming, when will you wake up?"
Mr. Song suddenly sat up, opened his mouth wide and spit out the glutinous rice balls.
"Oh my god, Master Tang, are you going to beat me to death?"
Unexpectedly, the first sentence was to accuse Master Tang, and the second sentence was even more outrageous.
"Save me, you people still dare to make irresponsible remarks, bah, you are just a bunch of cold-blooded bastards."
"My surname is Luo. I'm here to express my condolences to your son. Why didn't you tell me earlier that the damn ghost defeated me? I just saw the Netherworld kid and said that I was attacked by your evil spirit!"
Mr. Song said a lot and everyone was dumbfounded.
Mr. Song is no longer a thing, so he also understands that without Jiang Feng, his life may not come back.
"I'm really sorry. It was all my fault before. You can decide for yourself about the contract. Is it okay for me to play with you to the end of the deal, no matter how big you want to do it?"
President Song was completely different, and Jiang Yuan did not expect another unexpected surprise.
Luo Yuanzhong and Luo Yuanzhang looked extremely ugly, and they wanted to rush up and kill Jiang Feng.
I didn't get enough lifespan, but ten years were taken back!
Master Tang felt so shameless that Mr. Song didn't even look at him and left in a hurry.
Mr. Song was about to leave after scolding everyone. Only then did Jiang Feng realize that Mr. Song was holding his breath here.
As soon as they left, there was a wave of heat in the house, breaking through the dead coldness. It must have been that the white tiger had made a fuss in the mourning hall, and Mr. Luo had no chance to return it.
Luo Yuanzhang's eyes widened. The corpse was decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The sleeping look just now turned into a pale face, and even corpse spots appeared.
"My son!"
Luo Yuanzhong took his son into his arms and beat his chest and feet. Luo Yuanzhang felt his eyelids twitching.
"Oops."
He ran back to the back hall, took the package he had prepared, and slipped out of the back door.
Uncle Hat rushed in and already had evidence that the babysitter was murdered. This was what Jiang Feng called to report after he went out.
"Luo Yuanzhong, you are suspected of murder, come with us!"
Luo Yuanzhong was about to cry, but stretched out his hands to hold the silver bracelet.
The tyrannical Luo family declined instantly.
When Jiang Feng got into the car and saw the energy gathered on the roof of the Luo family slowly dissipating, he knew that the family had come to an end.
"Why is there still a breath of energy that has not completely dissipated and is actually very weak?"
Jiang Feng was a little wary. He must have slipped through the cracks of the Luo family. The one who has such ability must be Luo Yuanzhang.
Quickly call Zhang Tong to prevent Luo Yuanzhang from causing trouble at home.
When waiting for the traffic light, Mr. Song drove the car over and drove side by side.
"Brother, I'll go to the company and wait for you. I have something to ask for."
Jiang Feng was a little surprised, but the light was already green, so he had no choice but to drive first.
"It seems that Mr. Song is a good person. He doesn't want to ask you for help in treating illnesses, does he?"
Jiang Feng thinks this is possible, but who in Mr. Song's family is sick?
On the way back, I unexpectedly met Su Baoqi, walking out lonely with her bag on her back.
"Sister Baoqi, what's wrong with you?"
Su Baoqi saw Jiang Feng squeeze out a smile.
"I came here for an interview and was bullied..."
