After sending the little girl away, we ate for a while.
Seeing that the meal was coming to an end, I was thinking about how I should ask Zhang Fan questions later.
Suddenly, I glanced at Zhang Fan casually.
He saw a circle of cyan marks appearing on her originally fair arms.
"What happened to your wrist?"
When Zhang Fan lowered his head, she was also stunned.
Subconsciously, I took a tissue and wiped it.
However, this circle of cyan marks not only did not disappear, but also tended to become darker and darker.
"I'm going to wash it!"
Every woman is extremely concerned about her appearance.
What's more, there was suddenly an unknown mark on this arm.
After a while, Zhang Fan came back with a frown on his face and a worried look on his face.
After taking a look at her wrist, the cyan mark was still there.
"Not yet?"
"Well, let's go back to Chengdu and go to the hospital!"
Zhang Fan picked up his handbag and hurriedly left.
Before he could exit, he saw a disheveled man with yellow teeth bared at the door and said to Zhang Fan:
"The hospital is useless. It can't treat this kind of disease. If you go to the intersection in front, there are people who specialize in treating this kind of disease!"
This man's words made my heart move.
Thinking of the little girl just now, she seemed to have touched Zhang Fan's arm.
Could it be?
I seemed to be vaguely aware of something in my heart.
The two of us walked out of the door and walked in the direction the man said.
Sure enough, there is a broken wall at the intersection ahead.
A skinny man in his forties was sitting on a horse, leaning against the wall and guarding the stall in front of him.
In front of his stall, there were still a few tourists-looking people surrounding him.
Looking at these people, they all have cyan or black marks on their thighs or arms just like Zhang Fan.
One of the aunts, who was in her fifties, pointed to her thigh and said to the man:
"Master, what's wrong with me? They all said you can see it. Can you please help me see it?"
The stall owner didn't say anything, he just drove away the mosquitoes in front of him and said impatiently:
"Why are there so many mosquitoes? I'll trap them!"
As he spoke, he picked up a piece of black ink on the stall and drew a circle on the wall behind him. Then he shouted into the air:
"Get in, everyone!"
Not long after he finished shouting, several mosquitoes actually flew into the circle and never came out again.
Everyone watching this scene was shocked.
This man then looked at the marks on everyone's bodies and said slowly:
"You have been bitten by a kind of blood-sucking insect in this town. This kind of thing is extremely poisonous. After an hour, you will feel itchy all over your body. The itching will turn into pain, and finally the skin will ulcerate and form rotten flesh..."
ah?
Everyone was frightened and panicked.
Zhang Fan also looked pale and asked hurriedly:
"Then stall owner, what should we do?"
The stall owner picked up a small bottle of potion from in front of the stall and shook it in front of a few people.
"I can cure it, but the price is a bit expensive!"
"How much?"
A tourist asked immediately.
"One bottle costs one thousand and five thousand. I need three bottles in total, four thousand and five. But I am in a good mood today and want to close the stall. In this way, one bottle of one thousand, three bottles of three thousand!"
Three thousand yuan to buy these three small bottles of potion.
Everyone feels a little distressed.
Even Zhang Fan looked back at me and whispered:
"I seem to have been fooled. From the moment the little girl appeared to now, this has been a trap!"
Zhang Fan doesn't have much experience in the world of martial arts, but she is still smart enough.
She had already realized that she had been deceived.
I smiled, and before I could say anything, I saw Zhang Fan counting out three thousand yuan and whispering:
"Now I know I've been fooled, but there's nothing I can do about it. Otherwise, I don't know how to get rid of this blue mark!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan handed the money to the stall owner.
The stall owner's eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand to take the money.
Suddenly, I reached out and held Zhang Fan's wrist.
My sudden movement made the stall owner and Zhang Fan look at me in surprise.
"Collect the money and let me have a few words with this big brother!"
After saying that, I squatted in front of the stall, looked at the stall owner, and said directly:
"Brother, it's not easy for everyone. Do you think this is okay? I'll give you a fee of 200 yuan. All the marks you gave to everyone will be cleared..."
The stall owner stared at me with dissatisfaction and said:
"Two hundred? Are you kidding me? Do you know how much effort it takes for me to prepare this ancient medicine?"
Before the stall owner could say anything else, I smiled coldly.
"When did Tommen's little trick become an ancient medicine?"
I originally wanted to leave some thin noodles for this guy.
But he kicked his nose into his face, so there was nothing I could do, I had no choice but to expose him in public.
The so-called Tuomen does not belong to the ranks of the eight gates.
It is a street stall technique in which people travel all over the country and set up stalls on the ground.
This street stall technique is very similar to the street stalls we see in daily life, but it is not exactly the same.
They may first play some tricks on you that are unbelievable to you.
For example, hanging incense on the fingers, standing stones on the bottom of the bowl, standing chopsticks on the bowl, dancing in the sand, etc.
When you regard these people as folk weirdos and have deep faith in them.