"Qingyou, you said that the resentment on my body is the curse of the Treasure Gathering Bronze Toad before its death, but I don't feel any discomfort?"

Inside Tianxin Medical Hall, Ye Qing looked at Feng Qingyou who was holding a medical book in his hand and reading it quietly, and said doubtfully.

After he came out of Jiming Alley, he went back to Jing'an Division first, summarized and filed away what happened today, and then went out for a walk.

Wandering, wandering... accidentally wandered to Tianxin Yilong.

Then, with a thought, he used the resentment on his body as an excuse to meet Feng Qingyou. Originally, he just wanted to meet Feng Qingyou as an excuse. Who would have thought that Feng Qingyou really knew what the resentment on his body was?

Unintentionally inserting willows and willows create shade!

Feng Qingyou put down the book in his hand and said: "This kind of resentment is more like a mark than a curse. Some weirdos will leave a mark before they die. With this mark,

It will be easy for other weirdos of the same race to identify them and avenge them."

"Isn't this the mark of revenge?" Ye Qing suddenly realized.

Feng Qingyou smiled and said, "You can say that."

Since the resentment on his body was harmless for the time being, Ye Qing also relaxed. However, being worried about the thief all day long was not a problem, so he asked: "Qingyou, is there any way you can clear away the resentment on my body?"

Feng Qingyou shook her head: "It's difficult. This kind of mark of resentment is some weird innate magical power that cannot be removed."

Seeing Ye Qing's disappointed expression, Feng Qingyou smiled softly: "Of course, Wu Huan, you don't have to worry too much. This kind of mark usually has a time limit, which can be as long as one or two months, or as short as three to five days.

, it will dissipate on its own, so you just need to be careful and be patient for the next period of time and it will pass."

"Be patient, it depends on the situation." Ye Qing curled his lips.

He has the Secret Sutra, so he should be able to find the same clan as the Treasure-Collecting Bronze Toad. If he is outside the city, he doesn't mind being a coward and endures it for a while; if he is inside the city, he doesn't mind being a hero and eliminating harm for the people.

Send Tongchan's family to a reunion.

Good people should do it to the end!

Well, I'll ask about the Sutra when I get back tonight.

"Qingyou, you..." Ye Qing was just about to ask Feng Qingyou if he was free, go out for a meal, take a walk or something, when suddenly there was a panic and urgent shouting from the outer hall of the hospital.

"Uncle Feng, what happened?" Feng Qingyou looked outside the house and asked softly.

With a creaking sound, the door opened, and a stooped, senile old man walked in: "Girl, there is a patient outside, and his condition is very serious."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Feng Qingyou stood up and looked at Ye Qing: "Wu Huan, you have a cup of tea first, and I'll go see the patient."

Ye Qing also stood up and followed Chu Qingyou: "Let's go together, I see it's very noisy outside, maybe I can be of some help?"

Feng Qingyou did not refuse, nodded with a smile, and walked to the outer hall together.

When passing by Uncle Feng, Ye Qing couldn't help but glance at him. This Uncle Feng was absolutely human. Although he didn't feel any aura fluctuations on him, he didn't feel any aura at all when he was standing outside the door just now.

He arrived, and the inner hall was far away from the outer hall. With his strength in the Refining Realm, he could only vaguely hear someone making noise outside, and couldn’t hear what the other party was saying. But Feng Bo knew it clearly, which was enough.

Prove it's extraordinary.

He is a king!

As if he noticed Ye Qing's gaze, Feng Bo raised his head and grinned at Ye Qing, showing his yellow teeth.

Ye Qing also smiled and nodded without saying anything.

When Feng Qingyou followed Feng Qingyou to the outer hall, the outer hall was already in chaos. Only six or seven young and strong men were seen holding a rope and tightly restraining one person in the hall.

Or to be more precise, it can no longer be called a human being.

I saw that the man was bloated and obese, like a mountain of meat, with withered limbs and fat, and layers of fishy, ​​yellowish grease constantly exuding from his skin, making him look extremely disgusting.

And its head does not look like a human being, it is deformed and weird.

The man's head, without a trace of hair, was like an inflated water bladder, swollen and huge, as if it would burst if poked; a pair of eyes were cloudy and dull, like a dead person; and his mouth was huge, almost occupying more than half of the body.

His face and mouth were covered with tiny, yellowed teeth, and fishy yellow water kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth, which was weird and disgusting.

"hey-hey……"

"Ha ha……"

"whee……"

The man seemed to have no consciousness. Even though he was tied up, he seemed to be completely unaware. He kept making weird laughs, which was weird and permeating. He was also extremely powerful. He just moved at will. The five or six people were pulling the rope.

The young and strong man staggered around.

But they didn't dare to let go, they could only blush and hold on tightly.

"Bang bang..."

At this moment, the rope on the deformed man's body suddenly broke, and he pounced on a young and strong man without any warning. His mouth opened wide, and dirty yellow saliva flowed out, and he kept laughing strangely: "Eat... eat...

…eat……"

The young and strong man's reaction was not slow and he hurriedly ran back. However, the deformed man looked fat, but his speed was not slow. He caught up with the young and strong man in a few steps and grabbed the opponent with his thin and skinny hands.

The young man looked strong, but in the hands of the deformed man, he was like a baby, without any resistance, he was lifted up and stuffed into his mouth.

"Ah...no...save me..."

The young and strong man struggled desperately and shouted, but he couldn't break free. Others came forward to help, but they couldn't pull the deformed man away.

Seeing that the young and strong man was about to be bitten off half of his head by the deformed man, a finger suddenly appeared on the deformed man's arm, and the deformed man's arm immediately stopped.

"Hehe...hoho..."

The deformed man struggled a few times, but his entire arm seemed to be pressed down by a boulder and he could not lift it up.

Gradually, the deformed man became violent, roared loudly, and bit the owner of the finger.

I saw that finger rising up and landing on the deformed man's shoulder. The deformed man immediately became stiff and motionless, as if he was being suppressed by a mountain. He could only roar helplessly.

"What happened to him?" The owner of the finger was none other than Ye Qing.

In Ye Qing's opinion, the deformed man was no longer a human being, or to be more precise, he was originally a human being, but he had mutated. He had no aura of being human about him, but he could move freely and was extremely powerful.

"We...we don't know either." A frightened man swallowed, shook his head, and immediately asked: "If we knew, we wouldn't come to you!"

Ye Qing: "..." That makes sense, you won.

"Doctor, Deng Qiang, what disease do you have?" a man asked anxiously.

"You ask me, am I not a doctor?" Ye Qing turned back to look at Feng Qingyou. Feng Qingyou didn't say anything. She just circled around the deformed man twice and then reached out to feel for his pulse.

"Qingyou?" Ye Qing stopped him subconsciously, because the deformed man's body was covered with dirty, yellow and smelly grease. Didn't he always use one finger?

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"No problem!"

Feng Qingyou smiled softly, not caring at all about the dirty oil on Deng Qiang's body. She carefully observed his eyelids and tongue coating, felt his pulse, and lightly pricked several major acupuncture points on the other person's body with a silver needle.

Frowning and saying nothing.

It was only then that several young and strong men came back to their senses, looked at Feng Qingyou, and said in disbelief: "Little girl, are you a doctor?"

Because in their impression, aren’t doctors all old-fashioned, serious, long-bearded uncles?

Is a little girl reliable?

"I am the master of Tianxin Yilong."

Feng Qingyou responded, and then said: "Deng Qiang's body no longer has any signs of human life. His pupils are dilated and dull, his pulse and blood are motionless, his heart, lungs and internal organs have shrunk, and the fat on his body is actually corpse oil."

"Corpse oil?!" Hearing this, everyone in the hospital covered their noses and took a few steps back as if to avoid the plague.

Ye Qing immediately held his breath. To be honest, he also wanted to leave, but Feng Qingyou didn't leave, so he was embarrassed!

Fortunately, he used his left hand and had the Green Devil Hand on it. Alas, I can only aggrieve you.

"Yes, corpse oil."

Feng Qingyou glanced at Ye Qing, somewhat amused, and continued: "Corpse oil can only be formed when fat overflows when a person dies and is in a highly decomposed state."

"So, he is dead."

"Dead? But...but why can he still move?" one person stammered.

Feng Qingyou replied: "It's not clear yet. Logically speaking, Deng Qiang should be dead by now."

"Maybe something caused him to mutate, allowing him to maintain his body's mechanisms and move freely."

"Is something weird?" Ye Qing asked instinctively.

Feng Qingyou shook her head: "Probably not. There is no trace or aura of weirdness in Deng Qiang's body."

"Judging from the degree of rot in his internal organs and texture, this change should have lasted for a period of time, so he should have had some weird behavior a long time ago."

"When did you realize something was wrong with him?"

"Girl... no, what the miracle doctor said is really accurate."

One person was instantly convinced by Feng Qingyou and recalled: "Deng Qiang is an orphan and lives alone. He was originally a very kind and diligent person, but about a month ago, Deng Qiang suddenly changed."

"At first, Deng Qiang became a little sickly. He spoke incoherently, as if his mind was a little unclear, and he always had a fishy smell on his body. Oh, by the way, it just... smelled like corpse oil."

"Slowly, Deng Qiang became less fond of going out. He stayed at home all day without leaving the door. His appearance became more and more weird, and his behavior became more and more weird. For example, he liked to stare through the cracks in the door.
To be continued...