This sudden sound startled Zhou Yang. Since his body has changed, Zhou Yang can easily detect weak sounds within ten meters of his body. Weird things happen every year, and it has been really weird these past two days.
Zhou Yang turned around and saw a short old woman standing less than one meter behind him.
She was wearing an old-fashioned cyan dress with exquisite patterns, flowers and birds printed on it. There were two dark green hairpins stuck in her silver hair. She was also holding a black crutch in her hand. She looked very strange in her attire.
The old woman's face was full of wrinkles, but her bright eyes were looking at Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang hadn't been stunned yet, but Liu Ming in front of him suddenly burst into laughter, pointed at Zhou Yang and said with a smile: "Did you hear that? This old man said you were poisoned. Why don't you go to the hospital quickly? Maybe it's something else.
It’s an incurable disease!”
"Your mother!" Zhou Yang turned his head away, shouted angrily, and hit Liu Ming firmly on the chin with a left hook.
There was only a crisp sound of bones breaking, and Liu Ming's body flew directly into the air.
Seeing that Zhou Yang finally took action, the old woman behind him couldn't help shaking her head and sighing, and walked into the hotel.
When Zhou Yang saw the old woman walking in, he glared at Mao Gang and the others around Liu Ming, and quickly chased after her.
"Old man, you said I was poisoned, do you have any basis for it?" Zhou Yang shouted at the old woman's back.
When the old woman heard the shouting, she stopped and turned to look at Zhou Yang. She was silent for two seconds, then walked up to Zhou Yang, stared into Zhou Yang's eyes and said, "Although you are powerful and agile, your inner breath
It's disordered, and there are bloodshot eyes in the pupils. If the old lady's guess is correct, you should have been poisoned by blood."
Blood poison? Zhou Yang was shocked. The old man was absolutely right.
Seeing Zhou Yang's surprised expression, the old woman smiled softly and said: "This matter is related to your life. You have to believe me, old woman. Come to me at eight o'clock tomorrow night and I will tell you."
Zhou Yang cursed secretly, asking whether he believed it or not when his life was at stake. He opened his mouth and asked: "Old man, how should I call you?"
"When you get here, just tell Granny Yinhua and they will bring you to see me!" After the old lady said that, she turned around and entered the elevator directly.
At this time, an extended Jinbei car rushed out, the door opened, and more than a dozen gangsters rushed out with a roar, wandering outside the hotel door.
Liu Ming had already been sent to the hospital by Mao Gang and others at this time. These boys were the ones Mao Gang had called to inform him before. Of course, Liu Ming would have to pay them a fee at that time.
Zhou Yang walked to the door carelessly.
A bastard with yellow hair walked in front and yelled at Zhou Yang: "Boy, do you know who the person you beat just now is?"
"It's your mother!" Zhou Yang said and took out his mobile phone.
"Num, I think you're looking for death today, so beat him to death!" Huang Mao shouted and called on the younger brother behind him to beat him up.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yang suddenly raised his mobile phone and shouted to the group of people: "If you dare to make a move, I will call the police. There is a security booth in front of you, let's try it?"
The group of bastards who were angry just now were all stunned, and they all looked at the yellow-haired bastard at a loss.
"Brother, this kid wants to call the police, what should I do?"
At this moment, two tall men in security uniforms came out of the hotel. One of them took out his electric baton, waved it and shouted: "What are you going to do? If you want to fight, stay away. Don't fight in front of our company!"
The yellow-haired man stared at Zhou Yang fiercely, said a few harsh words that were not painful, and then left with the others.
Although he sent Liu Ming to the hospital, Zhou Yang was still angry. In his opinion, Liu Ming's life was far inferior to Dahei's leg.
Back at his uncle's house, Zhou Yang took Dahei, who was limping, to a veterinary hospital. They took X-rays and put on plaster, which cost Zhou Yang one thousand and two thousand dollars.
Hearing the veterinarian say that he could recover in two months, Zhou Yang felt a little more mentally balanced. He was numb. No wonder he heard that animals make the most money these days, and that was indeed the case.
After explaining things to his uncle, Zhou Yang went to school. Ma Ge and the three of them went to the track and field for military training. There was no one in the dormitory, and the tune of "March of the Athletes" echoed in the campus.
Buzzing, the phone vibrated, and I received a text message from Ouyang Jiao: Zhou Yang, you are just a villain who doesn't keep your word. You injured Liu Ming again, hum!
Zhou Yang quickly replied: He asked someone to hurt my dog first, so we should reciprocate!
After washing his face, Zhou Yang lay on the bed and fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but I was woken up by a burst of voices. Zhou Yang opened his eyes and saw Ma He, Wu Anbo and Tang Jin. The three of them were all wearing camouflage uniforms and Jiefang brand green rubber shoes on their feet.
, but at this time they were all sitting on their chairs looking listless.
"Hey, brothers, what's going on?" Zhou Yang laughed and found that it was already dark outside, so he crawled out of bed.
Ma He raised his head, gave Zhou Yang a feeble look, and cursed: "You are sleeping here like an emperor, and you still ask us what's wrong? At 38 degrees, the eggs are almost cooked, what's wrong!"
Afterwards, Ma He talked about the military training situation. The entire freshman class in the school was divided into five battalions and fifteen companies, with each class representing a company.
Zhou Yang's class is the Sixth Company, and I heard that the instructor is a very serious young man.
At six o'clock the next morning, the genius was bright, and a large number of students in green military uniforms walked listlessly towards the track and field.
It is stipulated that we should do morning exercises from 6:20 to 7:00, and then go to have breakfast.
Zhou Yang and Ma He were walking together, feeling a little excited in their hearts. He had never had military training. He could also have close contact with the country's warriors, and maybe learn some grappling skills.
I followed Ma He to the rostrum of the track and field field, which was the training ground for the Sixth Company. At this time, all the students in the class had almost arrived, and the students were talking to each other about the pain in their bodies.
At this time, Zheng Yuan shouted in a low voice: "Everyone, please stand in line, the instructor is here!"
As soon as they heard that the instructor was coming, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the whole class immediately stood in a neat formation. Zhou Yang was really stunned outside the formation, because he was not there when the formation was formed yesterday, so naturally he was not there at this time.
Neutral.
At this time, the instructor, wearing dark green uniforms and a black square face, walked to the front of the team. When he saw Zhou Yang outside the team, the instructor frowned, pointed at Zhou Yang and shouted: "What company are you in?"
Zheng Yuan suddenly shouted: "Report to the instructor, he is our squad leader and belongs to our sixth company!"
The instructor suddenly turned to look at Zheng Yuan in the team, his face even colder than before, and shouted: "Shut up, did I tell you to answer? Whoever is willing to be the leader next time will be punished by running ten laps on the playground!"
The crowd suddenly fell silent, and no one dared to speak anymore.
"What company are you in?" The instructor looked at Zhou Yang again.
Zhou Yang frowned and replied: "From the Sixth Company!"
"You have to shout a report before you speak, don't you know?" The instructor's face was dark, and his voice became louder every time, which made the ears of the students in the front row ring.
"Are you sick? Isn't your throat tired from being so loud?" Zhou Yang stepped forward, with his hands behind his back, and stared blankly at the instructor with a dark face.