Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 248

The ceremony is over.

The young Taoist priest had many questions in his mind. He turned his head to look at his master and found that a strange blush appeared on his master's face.

His master is literally both a teacher and a father.

Master has always been indifferent and free and easy in front of me, just like the portraits of the ancestors hanging on the wall.

This was the first time that he felt such a clear sense of worldliness in his master.

"Master, which Dragon King is he?"

The young Taoist priest was young, and when he went to the scripture library in his own Taoist temple, he didn't like to flip through the scriptures, but preferred to read story records.

The "Dragon King" is mentioned in many stories. He once marveled that this "Dragon King" could live so long. No matter which dynasty or period, there are records of him suppressing powerful evil spirits.

Later, he learned from his master that Dragon King is a title, but it is a title that cannot be bestowed upon oneself but must be determined by the Way of Heaven.

Every generation of Dragon King is the leader of an era and has left his own stories and legends in the world.

However, the master did not answer this question. Instead, he took off the cushion he was carrying, placed it on the ground, and sat cross-legged.

"Disciple, come here."

The young Taoist nodded, took off the cushion on his back, placed it diagonally behind his master, and sat on it.

"My disciple, be calm and contemplate, and listen to the teachings."

After saying this, the master closed his eyes.

The little Taoist priest also closed his eyes.

At first, he felt nothing, and because of the special environment here, the young Taoist couldn't even enter a state of meditation.

But gradually, the young Taoist realized that something in his mind seemed to have changed.

But for a moment, he didn't know exactly where it was.

This feeling was somewhat tormenting and made him feel extremely insecure.

He forced himself to open his eyes, leaned forward and looked at his master, and found that his master had his eyes closed with a smile on his face, looking extremely immersed in the state. This was definitely not the Taoist state of meditation.

The feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense. The young Taoist held his head with both hands. He now felt as if someone was reaching into his brain and fiddling with it.

Finally, he discovered the change, which came from a distortion of some established and known thing.

He recalled the scene when he was a child and his master first took him in and taught him martial arts.

Although our sect is small and has been passed down from one person to another for many generations, it still has a long history in Qingcheng Mountain, and our ancestors are orthodox Taoists.

Therefore, when you first enter the martial arts world, the emphasis is on building a foundation, shaping your muscles and bones, and storing positive energy. In fact, it is about adjusting your body to a better state so that you can better comprehend and study Taoist classics.

But now, when I recall this memory, Master's demonstration has become unusually powerful, and the formula he narrated has also changed completely.

The momentum was more magnificent, and the formulas and mental methods were more profound. The young Taoist priest could clearly feel that the current set was much more advanced and sophisticated than his own inheritance.

But the young Taoist priest acknowledges that someone is teaching him in person, and he will be grateful to the other person and pay homage to him as a teacher.

You can also give out some secrets and let yourself ponder and comprehend them, even if you have to rack your brains to think about it.

He really couldn't accept this kind of teaching that forcibly modified his own memory.

Because he has always cherished the time after he got married. His mother died in an accident when giving birth to him. He has lived with his grandparents since he was a child. He only knew that his father would come quietly to him when he was asleep at night every once in a while and leave some money and food.

Until his grandparents were old and in poor health and could no longer raise him, they said they were going to let his father take him away.

He is reluctant to leave his grandparents, but is full of expectations for his father. This is a very normal behavior for a child.

His father came, dressed in Taoist robes. This was the first time he saw his father.

But when he called out "father", his father asked him to call him "master" instead.

My father said that this is the rule.

All in all, he enjoyed the memories of being with his father and he couldn't allow them to be altered.

The young Taoist priest stood up and wanted to reach out to shake the master to wake him up, but as soon as he approached the master, the master turned his face to the side, raised his eyelids slightly, and revealed a terrifying gleam in his eyes.

This is definitely not a master, let alone a father.

"ah!!."

The little Taoist priest screamed and ran out desperately.

The master withdrew his gaze and continued to show the same intoxicated smile as before.

After a long moment, the master seemed to have finished. He stood up, faced the frozen black pool, and bowed once more.

"Thank you Dragon King."

Then, he began to pick up the things on the ground. When picking up the small cushion, the master couldn't help but sigh:
"This child is really blessed with little luck."

Although our sect is also an orthodox Taoist tradition, it has long since declined. Even if some of the classics are still there, there are not enough people to study and teach them. In the end, they are just a pile of dead books, left there to gather dust.

Besides, even if our ancestors recorded the glory of our sect at its peak, how could it compare to the teaching of the Dragon King himself?

"Click..."

This time the sound was more obvious. A stone tablet had broken through the ice, revealing a small section.

When the master looked at the first word on the stone tablet, the excitement in his eyes became even stronger, because it was a surname.

He had heard of this surname.

In the world of martial arts, there have been dragon kings who were born from humble origins; there are even some who appeared at the age of dazzle, became dragon kings, and then quickly disappeared.

However, there are some families whose inheritance is so strong that they can continuously give birth to Dragon Kings. If there is none in this generation, then there will be another one in the next generation. If not, then there will be another one in the next generation. Anyway, they can always be continued from generation to generation.

The surname in front of us also represents the Dragon King's family.

The master said solemnly:

"I have sent out the invitation. According to your request, the 'Demon Sealing Conference' will begin in five days.

I just wonder how many of those who come here with invitations will be from Qingcheng by then."

After a pause, the master continued, "I know that you deliberately let me see this surname. I also hope that when you fully awaken, I can return to the sect as your successor and join the Dragon King's family."

After explaining all this, the master picked up his things and left.

This was the first time he brought his apprentice in, but his apprentice's performance disappointed him.

The entrance and exit are a waterfall.

The ban was clearly still there, but the disciple was nowhere to be seen. Only a Taoist robe worn by a child was floating on the water.

The disciple left here.

"Because he is related to me by blood, is the restriction here lenient for him?"

The master stepped into the water curtain and walked out.

He thought that his disciple would return to the sect first, but when he opened the sect's formation and walked up the stairs, he found that the formation here had not been opened in the middle, which meant that his disciple did not return to the sect after leaving that place.

"What a good-for-nothing."

After putting the things back, the master came out again, closed the door, and walked out. He walked farther and farther away, and the gate of the Taoist temple behind him gradually disappeared and returned to the scenery of the mountains and forests.

He came to a village at the foot of the mountain where his earthly wife's parents lived.

The door was closed and locked.

There were several fingerprints on the lock, indicating that someone had just picked it up.

At this time, someone from the neighbor's house went to the toilet at night and was yawning as he came out of the toilet. When he saw this scene, he shouted:

"The old man had a stroke and was hospitalized. His wife went to the hospital to take care of him. Jingjing just came back and knocked on the door. I told him that you are his master, right? I heard from the old man that Jingjing followed his master into the mountains to become a Taoist priest."

Jingjing is the name of the little Taoist priest. He takes his mother’s surname, Chen Jing.

The master nodded and turned to leave.

……

In the guesthouse, Tan Wenbin leaned on the bed with a book in his hand.

He stayed in a standard room, but no one wanted to share the room with him. He also told the front desk that no one should come to clean the room during his stay, for fear that the cleaning lady would be frozen if the window was not opened in time for ventilation.

Ordinary air conditioning would be fine, but this eerie cold air would bring bad luck to ordinary people if they were exposed to it for a long time.

This was also one of the reasons why Tan Wenbin had no real contact with his parents and Zhou Yunyun in Nantong before. Now, even the jinx in front of him would probably despise him for being too unlucky.

However, the bed next to him was not empty either. It was padded with cardboard and a sweeping fan was placed on top. Runsheng was afraid that the preservation effect would not be good enough, so he opened the fertilizer bag to expose half of his brain to breathe.

Sometimes when Tan Wenbin took a drink of water from the bedside table, he would turn his head and see the old Taoist who was sleeping soundly in the bed next to him.

He felt that his partners were becoming more and more perverted, and the work they did was becoming more and more extreme.

But on second thought, I'm not that well now. If I put him in the bed next to me, I can still eat and sleep as usual without being affected at all.

So, Brother Xiaoyuan is still the one with foresight.

The more Jiang walked around, the more his human side was erased. Tan Wenbin now missed the warmth of hugging Zhou Yunyun and the burning sensation of Director Tan's belt whipping his body.

All these can quickly bring him back to reality and make him feel that he is still a human being.

"Squeak..."

The door was being pushed, and there was a ban on it put by the godson.

"Brother Bin, it's me."

Tan Wenbin gently hooked his fingers, the door opened, and Lin Shuyou walked in.

Lin Shuyou had some sweat on his face, and he felt a little dizzy when he walked in.

Tan Wenbin asked seriously, "Did you put a needle in?"

Lin Shuyou scratched his head: "I couldn't help it, so I came twice."

Next, Lin Shuyou picked up the notebook and began to talk about what happened tonight.

Just as he started, Tan Wenbin interrupted him: "Wait, have you reported this to Brother Xiaoyuan?"

"Not yet. The main reason is that I made a decision on my own and I wanted you to help me see if it was the right decision and if there were any flaws."

"So, now that you're back, you didn't report to Brother Xiaoyuan, but came to report to me?"

"Hmm."

"What do you think this place is, the Imperial Household Department?"

"Ah, I originally wanted to knock on Brother Xiaoyuan's door directly, but Tongzi suggested that I come to you, Brother Bin first."

"hehe."

"Then I will go find Brother Xiaoyuan now?"

"Help me into the wheelchair, let's go together."

"Okay, Brother Bin."

Lin Shuyou pushed Tan Wenbin out and knocked on Xiaoyuan's door.

"Enter."

After pushing the door open and entering, Lin Shuyou reported what happened that night.

After listening, Tan Wenbin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said:

"Don't mention it, this three-eyed guy is really popular with women. What was the name of that Gu woman last time? Mountain Girl or Saint Girl?"

Lin Shuyou: "Her name seems to be Shannu, Saint is her identity, and Gu Nu is her profession."

Tan Wenbin: "It doesn't matter. I'm afraid I'll become his consumable again. This guy is a complete scumbag."

Lin Shuyou nodded: "Yes, that's right."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Xu Ming was originally Zhao Yi's thug, but now Zhao Yi has changed his route and made him a defensive player for the team. This shows that the team has an absolute responsibility in terms of attack. The twins should not be underestimated."

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiaoyuan, I'm just curious. How come it's such a coincidence that I ran into him again this time? There are so many people who travel around the world with lanterns."

Li Zhuiyuan: "During the first wave of the old witches, Zhao Yi was able to appear because it was his ancestor who suppressed the old witches.

The last time he was in Lijiang was because Zhao Yi had a heart problem. In order to survive, he got involved in the cause and effect in advance and wanted to seek merit by crossing the river to prolong his life.

I think, this time, there must be some specific reason.

Moreover, from Ayou's narration, it can be seen that Xu Ming has changed a lot.

Although the increase in absolute strength is not as great as ours, this magnitude of change should not be a normal rhythm."

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiaoyuan, do you suspect that Three Eyes has increased his frequency of walking along the river?"

Li Zhuiyuan nodded: "Yes, he had already shown it last time in Lijiang. Now that he has succeeded, it is possible that he will get addicted and continue to gamble at a high frequency."

In short, other people have a period of rest between two waves, but Zhao Yi doesn't want that. After a wave ends, he immediately and deliberately pulls the cause and effect to force the start of the next wave.

Tan Wenbin: "This guy is indeed someone who can do such a thing."

He is flexible and can be tough on himself. You can make fun of him, but you should never look down on him.

Li Zhuiyuan: "So Ah You did a good job this time. This warning was very good. It allowed him to recognize the gap in advance and laid a good foundation for the next cooperation."

Li Zhuiyuan felt a headache when he thought about how all the workers at the construction site that day were marked. Such a large-scale spread really required more manpower.

Tan Wenbin: "Do we need to contact him proactively?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "No, firstly, there is no urgent need for it at the moment, and secondly, he should have his clues, so it would be a bit of a loss to join forces in advance."

Then, Li Zhuiyuan looked at Lin Shuyou again: "How long will it take for your body to recover?"

Lin Shuyou: "It's just two injections, two days is enough for recovery."

In the past, after the acupuncture, I had to rest in bed for at least half a month. Now, although I look a little overdrawn, I can walk and move, and it only takes two days to fully recover.

The Zhenjun system is really good for the Zhenjun himself.

After the discussion, the others returned to their rooms. Li Zhuiyuan covered himself with a quilt and went to sleep.

The teenager's biological clock is very stable and he wakes up very early.

Yin Meng knocked on the door and brought breakfast.

He also said that Runsheng is still sitting in that breakfast shop, eating bowl after bowl of dry tofu pudding. The tofu pudding is both fragrant and cheap, and Runsheng can't put down his chopsticks while eating it.

After that, Yin Meng said quietly: "In fact, making tofu pudding is not difficult, and it goes well with rice."

Li Zhuiyuan continued to eat buns and drink soy milk without responding.

Yin Meng shrugged: "Brother Xiaoyuan, I was just joking."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I know, this is Wu Xin's business card. Go give him a call and ask him to come over as soon as possible."

"Okay, Brother Xiaoyuan."

Wu Xin came on a three-wheeled motorcycle and brought a big bag of breakfast.

Fortunately, Runsheng came back in time, and Li Zhuiyuan asked Wu Xin to give breakfast to Runsheng.

Although Runsheng ate a lot of bowls, he was not satisfied. He originally wanted to be extravagant and just bought all the tofu pudding that the boss had in the store that day.

But the boss was unwilling to continue selling him, thinking it was not worthwhile to delay the business of old customers for a sudden stranger.

"You guys got up really early." Wu Xin took out a cigarette and hesitated.

Li Zhuiyuan: "As you wish."

"Okay, thank you." Wu Xin lit up a cigarette, "Are you the top scorer in the college entrance examination?"

Li Zhuiyuan: “Every province has one every year.”

"How can a top scorer in the college entrance examination work in our field?" Wu Xin explained immediately, "I mean, there should be better places to go. Our field is still too hard."

"Because I like it."

At first I thought that water conservancy projects and corpse recovery were a good match, and it turned out to be true. Xue Liangliang can now "release" clues about the waves for himself.

"So are we going to the hospital now?"

"No hurry." Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the bedside, "Sit down first, I'll check your body."

"I." Although Wu Xin was puzzled, he still sat down obediently. The longer he interacted with this boy, the more he would naturally listen to him. You know, he was famous for his bad temper in the unit.

Li Zhuiyuan tapped Wu Xin's forehead three times with his knuckles, then pressed his fingertips into the red mud, drawing a pattern on his forehead. After ensuring that his own consciousness was suppressed, Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes, activated the secret technique of the Black Book, and forcibly entered Wu Xin's consciousness.

In Wu Xin's statement that I watched last night, he was standing on the periphery when the "oil" erupted, and although some oil splashed on his body, it was not much.

If his memory had also been altered, it would almost certainly prove that all the workers present at the time were not spared.

Reading memories is equivalent to experiencing the first half of a person's life. Too much joy, anger, sorrow and happiness will become a burden.

Li Zhuiyuan "came to" Li Sanjiang's house again, went upstairs and opened the door of his room.

The table and the floor are full of books. I am really studying hard.

Knowing that his "inner demon" had arrived, he did not even raise his head and continued to study hard.

Main Body: "Put the garbage at the door. I'll deal with it later."

Li Zhuiyuan: “Okay.”

Original body: "Why waste your energy? Just kill all those workers. To uphold justice, someone has to sacrifice himself. Heaven will understand."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Continue reading your book."

The main body then raised his head and picked up the book in his hand, which turned out to be the "Code of Conduct for Walking on the River".

However, Li Zhuiyuan's book was just a small notebook, and he had not used even half of it yet. The book in the main body's hand was like a heavy brick, like a dictionary.

Main Body: "Sometimes, don't think about getting your hands too clean. It might like them more if they're a little bloody and dirty."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Is this the result of your research?"

Main Body: “Temporary.”

Li Zhuiyuan: "There is a difference between temporary mutually beneficial cooperation and permanent slavery."

The original body: "Indeed, you are right, but you are still reserved, because as long as you have enough ability, the contract can be torn up."

"boom!"

Li Zhuiyuan closed the door. The main body said that he would not launch a counterattack against him for the time being, but he never stopped laying the groundwork.

At this moment, Wu Xin's memory has been read.

No matter how sophisticated the technology is, it cannot completely conceal the traces of repairs, and the same is true for memory.

In a memory that Wu Xin had as far back as he could remember, Li Zhuiyuan saw one chaos, and another chaos was when something happened on the construction site.

This means that Wu Xin’s long memory has been intercepted and put back.

In short, if the other party wanted to, they could easily take away this part and make Wu Xin instantly forget everything in the past. And on this basis, by filling in a random memory, Wu Xin could quickly become another person.

Li Zhuiyuan's previous guess was confirmed at this moment. The other party had really made the most extreme backup plan.

In reality, the boy opened his eyes.

Wu Xin still had his eyes closed. Li Zhuiyuan first wiped the red mud off his face, then tapped him twice between the eyebrows, and Wu Xin fell asleep.

Li Zhuiyuan sat on the bed next to him and waited. Half an hour later, Wu Xin woke up.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stayed up late last night and I fell asleep."

"It's okay, let's go to the hospital."

Runsheng was satisfied after his morning meal and was sitting on a bench at the entrance of the guesthouse basking in the sun.

Many people passing by would come to talk to him, and after confirming that his accent was not local, they would immediately ask: Are you from the Northeast?
In fact, Runsheng's physique is considered an anomaly in the Northeast.

The girl at the front desk of the guesthouse was very enthusiastic towards Runsheng. She offered to bring him water and fruit. She also deliberately sat on a bench, wanting to chat more with Runsheng.

When Li Zhuiyuan and Wu Xin went downstairs, they happened to run into Yin Meng standing at the door. She asked Runsheng in Sichuan dialect to go to a nearby store to buy something for her.

The girl looked embarrassed and stood up from the bench and returned to her work.

Then, Yin Meng's face darkened and he looked at Run Sheng.

Runsheng looked innocent, he really just ate a delicious meal and was sitting there digesting it.

"Brother Runsheng, come with me to the hospital."

"Okay!" Runsheng stood up immediately and said to Yin Meng, "Is it urgent? If not, I'll bring it to you when I come back."

Yin Meng: "No need, I'll buy it myself, you protect Brother Xiaoyuan."

"Hey, good."

Yin Meng turned and went to the hot pot restaurant next door. She had previously paid the boss to help her boil the medicine. Now that the medicine was ready, she carried two bowls of medicine back to the upstairs of the guesthouse.

He first gave one bowl to Lin Shuyou, and then sent the remaining bowl to Tan Wenbin's room.

Tan Wenbin took a straw and drank the medicine himself.

Yin Meng stood by the bed, suddenly laughed, and said, "Just now downstairs, a little girl actually approached Runsheng to chat."

"Goooooooooo!"

Tan Wenbin's mind worked quickly, and the laughing gas passed through the straw, creating a few bubbles in the bowl.

Yin Meng: "You think it's funny too, right?"

Tan Wenbin wiped his mouth and said:

"In fact, Runsheng is not bad looking. Uncle Li once said that before liberation, Runsheng could be chosen by a landlord to be his son-in-law."

Although Runsheng eats a lot, he also works a lot and talks very little.

That is to say, the situation is better now, and people with decent clothes and decent jobs are more popular. The image of Runsheng when he followed Uncle Shan was really shabby.

Nowadays, when people go hiking on the river, they all wear customized clothes, mountaineering clothes and leather boots. This outfit is very fashionable and avant-garde even in big cities.

Yin Meng: "Then let him continue to be a live-in son-in-law."

Tan Wenbin: "Mengmeng, is this medicine cooked by the hot pot restaurant next door?"

Yin Meng: "I don't dare to give you the drink I made myself."

Tan Wenbin: "Next time, tell the boss to just boil the medicine, don't put vinegar in it."

Yin Meng: “Hehe.”

Tan Wenbin finished drinking the medicine and lay down on the bed: "Okay, now when you go out, don't you get many people whistling at you or staring at you?"

Yin Meng: "I was just chatting with you, where did you go?"

Tan Wenbin: "I'm just chatting with you, what are you thinking about?"

At this time, Lin Shuyou came in with a mobile phone: "Brother Bin, Zhou Yunyun's call, do you want to answer it?"

"Take it. I happen to have nothing to do today."

Tan Wenbin took the mobile phone and was about to press the button to answer the call when he looked at Lin Shuyou and Yin Meng standing in front of the bed and asked:

"Why, you want to stay here and observe and learn?"

……

Runsheng also wanted to experience the side seat of a three-seater motorcycle. In the film and television works of these days, this type of motorcycle is standard for the Japanese, and the Japanese sitting on it must have a machine gun set up.

But the space was a bit small and Runsheng couldn’t fit in, so he had to give up with regret.

The wind in Dujiangyan is very gentle and pleasant. Li Zhuiyuan was thinking while looking at the street scene.

Logically speaking, he had already obtained an important enough clue along this line. Anyway, all the workers present at the time had fallen into the trap, so it would not make much sense for him to treat those three now.

However, in line with the principle of respecting the process of Langhua, Li Zhuiyuan still decided to go.

Maybe, after the established small process is completed, new process clues will appear.

When they came to the small western-style building behind the hospital again, Wu Xin asked which one to be treated first. Li Zhuiyuan asked Wu Xin to arrange the three people in the same ward.

The treatment process cannot be disturbed by the outside world. Wu Xin nodded and left the ward, but he was curious and wanted to take a look at the door. Then he saw Runsheng standing at the door, smiling at him.

Wu Xin took out a cigarette box and said, "Hey, buddy, do you want to have a cigarette?"

Runsheng shook his head, took out a silver box from his pocket, opened it, and took out a "cigar" from it.

Runsheng’s cigars have always been made with the help of Aunt Liu, and Li Sanjiang’s family also sells them. Because their quality is so good, although the price is a bit higher, they still sell well.

At the beginning, the shape of this rough incense was a bit too simple. Later, Yin Meng personally selected the cover to wrap it, and then polished the ends into a round shape, and then opened an "X" shaped opening.

This makes the rough aroma of a cigar become completely indistinguishable from a real cigar, which can greatly reduce the strange looks Runsheng receives when he goes out in the future, especially when he eats.

At present, there are not many people who smoke cigars in China, domestic brands have not yet emerged, and there are few import channels. Most people have only seen it on TV. Wu Xin asked curiously:

"Brother, can you give me a bite?"

Runsheng handed him the "cigar".

……

In the ward, a new round of memory reading has begun.

Li Zhuiyuan "came" to the second floor of his house again and pushed open the door of the room.

Main Body: "Next time, we can put the garbage in a centralized location."

Li Zhuiyuan: “It’s just a matter of convenience.”

Original body: "It doesn't matter if you suffer a little."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I have to make sure I am in good condition."

Main body: "There is no need to fully restore the memories of these three people. You can also save some energy. Anyway, it is just for this process."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Next time you can pretend you didn't know I was here. After all, few people like to chat with each other every time they throw away the garbage."

Close the door.

Li Zhuiyuan began to destroy and reconstruct their memories. The difficulty was not as great as he had imagined. After all, the three correct answers were right next to them. They were just written in the wrong place.

After the treatment, it was already afternoon and the three patients were sleeping on the same bed.

When they woke up, everything returned to normal.

Li Zhuiyuan felt a little dizzy, not to the point of overdrawn, but close.

Considering that he completed hundreds of such projects in a short period of time, it is enough to illustrate how terrifying it is.

Therefore, Li Zhuiyuan had to consider a possibility, that is, whether this ability was innate and a racial talent?
For example, the dream ghost at the beginning was able to create such a huge dream, but it was not relying on the spiritual power acquired through cultivation.

Open the door and walk out of the ward.

"Pfft!"

Runsheng opened a can of Jianlibao and handed it over.

Li Zhuiyuan drank his drink and asked, "Where is Wu Xin?"

Runsheng: "Gastric lavage."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Did you let him smoke incense?"

Runsheng: "Well, he wanted to peek."

Li Zhuiyuan: “Oh.”

Although gastric lavage is painful, the special fragrance of Runsheng has more benefits than disadvantages overall. It helps to cleanse and detoxify, especially for smokers.

"Go and talk to him."

"it is good."

Li Zhuiyuan took Runsheng out of the small western-style building and came to the hospital building in front.

In a ward.

Xu Ming was lying in bed with his entire body in plaster.

Sun Yan sat by the bed and took care of him.

Zhao Yi and the twin sisters stood on the terrace on this floor, enjoying the limited cigarette lighting service.

In the past, Master Zhao, once the gap between life and death was opened, was like a person suffering from rickets, and he walked like a willow swaying in the wind or a skinny horse from Yangzhou.

Now that his body has recovered to normal, even without changing his clothes, just leaning over, he has the elegant temperament of an ancient nobleman, the only thing missing is a handkerchief to catch the blood coughed up from his throat.

If you want to attract the attention of the opposite sex, inner qualities are important, but outer qualities are also essential, otherwise you may not have the opportunity to show your inner qualities.

Liang Yan: "Must you come to the hospital?"

Liang Li: "I obviously brought medicine."

Zhao Yi: "After treatment in the hospital, the recovery time can be shortened from five days to three days. This is the key. If you want to cross the river, you have to be careful with your calculations.

Previously in Lijiang, Mr. Li counted the injuries of his men twice with his fingers. Don’t tell me, he really calculated it.”

Liang Yan: "I've always heard you mention him. Is he really that powerful? Even if he is from the Dragon King family, he wouldn't be praised so highly by you."

Liang Li: "We want to meet him. We are very curious."

Zhao Yi: "Well, that's just the way it is. He's just a little smarter than his peers, and he was able to skip a grade in school. He's just a smart kid."

At this time, Zhao Yi was slowly blowing out smoke rings, with faint smoke, lazy figure, and blurred eyes...

His eyes were no longer blurry, but opened wider and wider, because from his perspective, he saw the young man standing sideways to him in the hospital corridor.

The world is really changing and people's hearts are no longer the same as they used to be. Why do people like to cover up their scent when going out these days?
In fact, Zhao Yi also concealed his own aura, but he felt that he was right to conceal his aura. It was a bit scary when the young man's concealed aura suddenly appeared!

Zhao Yi threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground. He understood who had beaten Xu Ming!

He had been confused last night. He felt that his analysis was correct. The other party revealed the intention to cooperate, but the problem was that the person sent by the other party was just a spy, not a decision maker of the team.

Therefore, it is quite strange that the person in charge of surveillance in a team could make decisions on his own and pave the way for cooperation under the premise of a sudden encounter!

But if such a thing happened in a teenager's team, it would be too damn normal. The guy who raised the ghost as his son called himself "the extra-staff captain" several times.

This is really intolerable. Not only is the young man used to suppressing himself, but even the people under him have developed this habit!
But even though he was angry, Zhao Yi still raised his hand and waved in the direction of the young man, shouting as if he was meeting an old friend:
"Xiaoyuan!"

The boy stood there, still facing sideways towards him, without even turning his head.

you……

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, waved his hand again, and shouted:

"Xiaoyuan~~~~~Brother."

The boy still didn't respond.

This is too much!

Zhao Yi stepped off the terrace and walked towards the young man. Halfway through his walk, Zhao Yi came to his senses and realized something was wrong.

Young Master Zhao immediately slowed down his pace and changed direction, going around the young man's back and protecting him in front of him.

Then, he followed the boy's gaze and looked forward.

At the front ward door,

There were two Taoist priests standing there, one big and one small.

The older Taoist priest was pulling the younger Taoist priest, and the younger Taoist priest was resisting.

"Go back with your master."

"No, Master, I won't go back with you. I won't go back with you! I want to stay here with my grandparents. Please don't take me away!"

"Be obedient and follow me back."

"Master, please, let me stay with them. The doctor said that grandpa is dying. It's true."

"That was his fate."

"That's my grandpa!"

There are many Taoist temples here, so it is not uncommon to see people wearing Taoist robes. It is also common to see masters or fathers and sons talking in the hospital corridors.

But as Zhao Yi's heart beat violently, the little Taoist's figure underwent new changes in his eyes.

That little Taoist priest... is a demon!

(End of this chapter)