Zhang Fan took out a silver needle from his bag and pricked Huang Guishan's acupuncture points a few times. A stream of blood instantly spurted out from the tip of the index finger of Huang Guishan's right hand. The amount of blood was about seven or eight milliliters. Three milliliters is an average.
Spread on the large lock, and spread four milliliters flat on the well cover.
The spells on the manhole cover and the big lock are not activated, so there is no problem in directing blood from the human body to the manhole cover and the big lock. After all, Huang Guishan did this in the morning.
Huang Guishan looked at his finger with shock, which did not feel any pain, nor any wounds, but spurted out a stream of blood.
It is not difficult for Zhang Fan, a spiritual healer, to make people feel no pain and prevent wounds from spurting out blood.
Zhang Fan ignored Huang Guishan's shock. He pressed his fingers and the betel nut burst instantly. Zhang Fan dripped the juice that was about to overflow onto the lock and manhole cover.
"Buzz..."
"Buzz..."
The black light on the lock and the manhole cover lit up, and along with the sound of "sizzling", the blood dripping on the lock and the manhole cover evaporated into wisps of mist.
Xiao Chong and Huang Guishan both stared at the mist intently, waiting for the situation that Zhang Fan mentioned to occur.
As the concentration and coverage of the fog increased, a figure appeared above the fog on the manhole cover. This person was of medium height, wearing a long gray cloth, and had a good appearance, giving people a sense of elegance. His head was one-fifths of the way
Si has no hair, and the only place where there is hair is a money rat tail.
"Qing Dynasty costumes..." Seeing this figure, Huang Guishan subconsciously said.
At this time, a figure also appeared in the mist above the lock. This person was slightly stout. He was wearing a blue silk mandarin jacket. His whole person gave people a solid and honest feeling. He also had a money rattail on his head.
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As Zhang Fan and the others looked at the two figures, the mist evaporating from the blood on the lock connected with the mist evaporating from the manhole cover. The two figures were getting closer and closer. When the distance between them was less than half a meter,
At that moment, the background behind the two people suddenly changed and turned into an inn called Yuelai.
The two sat down on the chairs in front of the inn, ordered a plate of peanuts and a plate of soy sauce beef, and chatted while drinking. However, Zhang Fan and Xiao Chong couldn't understand what they said at all.
Huang Guishan on the side has been staring at the two figures. Judging from his expression, he can obviously understand the conversation between the two. They are speaking the language of the Li ethnic group.
However, the blood dripping on the manhole cover was about to be used up, and the picture in the fog was also blurry.
Zhang Fan took out two small porcelain bottles from his bag and used acupuncture on Huang Guishan's body again. Two rays of blood spattered from Huang Guishan's fingertips again and fell into the two small porcelain bottles in Zhang Fan's hand.
The capacity of each small porcelain bottle is about fifty milliliters.
Losing 100 ml of blood is nothing to a normal adult man. It will not affect the person's health or cause any harm to the person. A normal blood donation requires 200 ml to 300 ml.
What's more, Zhang Fan will also provide Huang Guishan with nourishing prescriptions.
Zhang Fan picked up two small porcelain bottles and replenished the exhausted blood on the big lock and manhole cover. With the replenishment of blood, the picture gradually became clearer from the previous blur.
"The person in the picture wearing a blue mandarin jacket is the ancestor of my Huang family, and the one wearing gray cloth is the ancestor of the Zhao family. They came here to capture the real dragon's ears. There is a tomb in the mountain behind, the real dragon
The ear is in that tomb.
In addition to them, there are three other forces here to compete for the real dragon ears. They analyzed the strength of these three forces and formulated a plan to prepare to go up the mountain tomorrow."
Huang Guishan said, "Oh, by the way, the plan is..."
At this moment, the background on the screen changed into a scene of two people entering the mountain. Then, it was like a video fast-forwarding, showing the battle of wits and courage between the two people and the three forces. The two people were seriously injured three times.
, one time he almost died before he got the real dragon ear.
During this period, Zhang Fan replenished blood on the lock and manhole cover several times.
The moment the two got the real dragon ears and walked out of the tomb, the scene on the fog suddenly froze, and then slowly disappeared, and the fog also disappeared. However, the blood on the big lock and the manhole cover had not been consumed yet, so this was
Explanation, this is the only content recorded on the big lock and manhole cover.
Xiao Chong and Huang Guishan looked at each other and fell into confusion again, unable to figure out the role of the scenes in front of them.
"Mr. Zhang, do you see anything?
Did you find anything?"
Xiao Chong looked at Zhang Fan and asked.
Zhang Fan shook his head, "I haven't found anything yet."
After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan continued: "Let's get here first today."
"Since Mr. Zhang said this, let's stop here. By the way, we will go to our house for dinner in the evening. I asked my wife to prepare it."
Huangguishan Road.
If they didn't go, Huang Guishan would definitely feel uncomfortable, so Zhang Fan agreed, "Okay, it's still early now, let's go back and take a shower first, and then go there."
"Okay...ok..." Huang Guishan responded twice, "I'll go back and help my wife get ready."
After saying that, Huang Guishan left.
Zhang Fan and Xiao Chong got into the car and prepared to go back to the hotel. As soon as the car started, Zhang Fan's cell phone rang.
Zhang Fan picked up the phone and saw that it was Xilin. It had been a while since the last time Xilin called.
Xilin was interested in Zhang Fan, and Zhang Fan was also interested in Xilin. It wouldn't be a good idea not to answer the call, so Zhang Fan picked up the phone.
"Hello……"
"Mr. Zhang, there is something going on over there in the Xinjiang region. I have to go back. After you come back, don't contact me again. I will contact you when I finish handling the matters in the Xinjiang region and come over."
"okay, I get it."
Zhang Fan responded.
"By the way, there is one more thing I want to tell you. Someone is watching your friend's yard..."
Hearing Xilin's words, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Which courtyard?"
"It's in the northeast corner of the courtyard, where you can see the scene in the underworld..." Xilin replied.
Lao Qitou’s yard?
In other words, it is the yard of Lao Qitou’s wife.
"What's the purpose of targeting people in this yard?"
Zhang Fan asked casually.
"I don't know this."
Xilin replied, "Okay, let's not talk anymore. You can go about your business. I'll pack up and go back. We'll contact you again after a while."
"Well..." Zhang Fan responded and hung up the phone. Zhang Fan took a breath and looked at the phone and fell into thinking.