The six-fingered man looked at your photo and now recalled: "The first thing I heard him say was, I have been waiting for so many years and finally you, come down to the well to talk to me. When he said this
, with a hint of excitement in his voice.
I subconsciously glanced at the mouth of the well, and the male voice came from the bottom of the well again. He called me again and asked me to go down the well.
When I was a child, I grew up in a village and saw many supernatural events. I also heard stories about evil spirits emerging from the bottom of wells and harming people. I felt that there might be an evil ghost hiding at the bottom of the well, so I continued to
Without thinking, he ran away.
Since then, I have not dared to go to Dafeng Temple again, and I have also asked my friends around me not to go there, because maybe the evil spirit will come out from the bottom of the well and harm people."
After hearing the six-fingered man's story, Zhang Fan and Fang Yan looked at each other. Although the thing at the bottom of the well said different things to the steward and the six-fingered man, the general meaning was similar.
"Two gentlemen, if necessary, I can go to the Gale Temple again." After thinking briefly for a while, the six-fingered man said with firm eyes, but there was still a trace of fear hidden deep in his eyes.
Zhang Fan and Fang Yan were both a little surprised when they heard the six-fingered man's words. Judging from the six-fingered man's words, the six-fingered man was very afraid of the Gale Temple. According to the six-fingered man, entering the Gale Temple would be life-threatening.
No one in the world is willing to take risks unless there is something he is willing to exchange his life for.
Zhang Fan glanced at the six-fingered man, and after thinking for a short while, a look of surprise appeared on his face, it should be like this!
At this moment, the six-fingered man said: "I heard from Yifei that this younger Mr. Zhang is a master of fortune telling. I hope Mr. Zhang can do me a favor before I go."
Hearing the six-fingered man's words, Zhang Fan smiled faintly, and then asked: "Show your son a way to survive?"
Upon hearing this, a look of surprise appeared on the face of the six-fingered man, and then he nodded repeatedly: "Yes! Mr. Zhang, I just hope you can give my son a clear path! Li Yifei told me that you are a very powerful person.
Master of fortune-telling, you were able to tell my son’s condition at a glance. It’s amazing! It’s amazing!”
“My son looks very sick every day, and all the necessary examinations were done on him, but nothing was found wrong with him.
In addition, my son also took a lot of nutritional supplements and health care medicines, and his grandma tried her best to make delicious food for him every day. Not only did his body not recover, but he became even weaker now, and he fainted again recently.
Both times, he was in a coma for two days before waking up. I was really afraid that one day he would fall into a coma and never wake up again and walk ahead of me.
Gentlemen, to be honest, I also know that it is very dangerous to go to Dafeng Temple, and I am also afraid of death, but you can point out a way for my son to survive. This shows that I am willing to take the risk. I will die as long as my son can live.
That's all." The six-fingered man's face was full of sincerity.
Zhang Fan nodded, and then said: "I can help your son find a way to survive."
Upon hearing this, the six-fingered man's eyes suddenly lit up. At the same time, a joyful look appeared on his face, and he confirmed with Zhang Fan
: "Mr. Zhang, is it true?"
"Of course it's true!" Zhang Fan responded.
"Okay! Okay!" The six-fingered man shouted excitedly.
"Take me to meet your son," Zhang Fan said.
"Well... two gentlemen, follow me." The six-fingered man quickly stood up and made a gesture of invitation.
The six-fingered man led the way, followed by Zhang Fan and Fang Yan, who arrived at the second floor of the rookie station. Judging from the decoration style of the second floor, this second floor is where the six-fingered man and his family live, with a kitchen and a bedroom.
There is a living room.
The six-fingered man led Zhang Fan directly to a sunny bedroom, where a seven or eight-year-old boy was playing games on his mobile phone.
Seeing the six-fingered man come in, the little boy quickly threw his phone into the drawer, picked up the pen on the table, and pretended to be concentrating on studying.
"Son, stop pretending, I won't tell your mother." The six-fingered man said.
After hearing what the six-fingered man said, the little boy looked at the six-fingered man and smiled awkwardly, and called "Dad."
Then the little boy turned his attention to Zhang Fan and Fang Yan and asked, "Dad, who are these two?"
"These two uncles are here to treat you." The six-fingered man introduced the little boy.
"Hello, uncles." The little boy took the initiative to greet Zhang Fan and Fang Yan. The little boy looked very cute.
However, the little boy spoke very weakly and his face was extremely pale.
After Zhang Fan took a look at the little boy's face, he basically determined the time of the little boy's death. The black energy in the little boy's Eryintang position was very strong, and the flow was also very slow. If the current situation continues to develop, if it doesn't
If the little boy is treated promptly, he will not survive for at least half a year.
"Hello, kid." Zhang Fan smiled and greeted the little boy.
"Mr. Zhang, you have also seen my son. Can you give me some advice on how to survive?" The six-fingered man came closer to Zhang Fan and whispered in Zhang Fan's ear.
Zhang Fan glanced at the six-fingered man, but did not answer the six-fingered man's words, but came to the little boy's side.
"Uncle..." the little boy looked at Zhang Fan and called out.
Zhang Fan smiled and nodded, then said: "Stretch out your arms."
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the little boy rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, stretched out his arms and said, "Uncle, here you go."
Zhang Fan took his arm and gently placed his hand on the little boy's pulse.
Seeing the scene in front of him, the six-fingered man was stunned. After walking to Fang Yan, he said with a puzzled face: "Mr. Fang, isn't Mr. Zhang a master of fortune-telling? How does he look like he is taking my son's pulse?"
"Yes! Just check your son's pulse." Fang Yan affirmed.
"Can you tell numerology by taking your pulse?" the six-fingered man continued to ask.
"You can't tell the numerology, but you can diagnose the disease your son has." Fang Yan replied.
"Does Mr. Zhang still have medical skills?" the six-fingered man asked in surprise.
"Mr. Zhang is not only good at medicine, but also has very high medical skills. He can not only point out a way for your son to survive, but he is also probably the person who paved this way for your son." Fang Yan replied.
Hearing Fang Yan's words, the six-fingered man subconsciously licked his lips. He glanced at Fang Yan and then at Zhang Fan, who was checking his son's pulse.
At this moment, Zhang Fan slowly lowered his hand.