The nearest hospital was two streets away from the hotel, so I put on my clothes and went straight to the hospital.
After struggling for several hours, I finally completed gastric lavage, blood and urine tests, and various laboratory tests.
The report I received showed that I was in extremely good health and no toxins could be detected in my blood.
Although there is nothing wrong with the report, I still dare not trust it. I don’t believe that Shen came here early in the morning and messed with it for so long just to scare me.
I have to find a way to find a god to help me check whether I have lived and died with the unlucky Shen Yitian.
When I dragged my tired body back to the hotel, it was already bright.
After Ma Dong and others sent me back to the presidential suite, I went back to my room to rest.
Only then did I remember to see how that old guy Bu Liuxian was doing.
If he is really killed by Shen Yitian, I really can't avenge the old guy.
I pushed open the door of Bu Liuxian's bedroom and saw that it was empty. Except for the scent of the old guy, I couldn't find any evidence that he was staying here.
Not dead? Then where did this old guy go?
Was Shen Yitian kidnapped to keep Wu Jun company, or did Bu Liuxian run away first when he saw something was wrong?
I need to talk to Brother Zhuge about this, so that they can't find the master and blame me for this.
Thinking of the two brothers Zhuge, I wonder how my brother Zhuge Zhengqi is doing. Has he come back from the underworld?
I was holding the phone and looking for Zhuge Zhengqi's phone number while pushing open my bedroom door.
The moment the door opened, a pungent smell pushed me out.
I took three or four steps back, covered my mouth and nose and looked inside the room.
I saw the naked Bu Liuxian lying on my bed, covered with his smelly Taoist robe, sleeping soundly.
The smell on his body was already strong, but after closing the door and covering it for a long time, the smell here was no longer acceptable to humans.
After retching a few times, I took off my shoes and threw them over, hitting Bu Liuxian.
The old guy woke up just then, glanced at me sleepily, and then said to me in a daze while wearing his robe:
"Why am I sleeping here?
Donor, you are too polite. I just have a room where I can sleep. Why did you give up your room to the old Taoist priest?
Such a nice room, old Taoist priest, what should I do if I get used to sleeping in it?
When I returned to the small house in Luoshen Guan, I couldn't sleep anymore. Isn't this just messing around?
Donor, look at it, are you doing bad things with good intentions?"
"Men, you don't take the adopted son of the Emperor of Heaven seriously, do you?"
I glanced at Bu Liuxian with disheveled hair, then turned to look at the bar. Sure enough, the wooden stick used as a hairpin was still there.
I continued to say to Bu Liuxian who was rubbing his eyes:
"What happened last night, man, do you not remember at all?
With your hair so disheveled, can’t you remember this?”
Only then did Bu Liuxian realize that the hairpin on his head was missing. He fumbled around on the bed and said:
"Eh? It's true
Maybe he dropped it on the bed while sleeping. That hairpin was from thirty years ago when Luoshen Temple was struck by lightning.
That time I chopped down the peach tree in the yard, and the old Taoist priest specially left the lightning-strike wood.
It would be a pity if we couldn't find this.
Donor, you are responsible for this, and you have to pay the old Taoist a penny."
"Man, what happened last night, do you really have no memory at all?
If I can take away the hairpin from your head, I can move your head to another place."
Seeing that Bu Liuxian still looked confused, I turned around and threw the wooden stick from the bar to him, and then told the old guy everything that happened in the early morning.
When he heard me talking about drinking together, Bu Liuxian's eyes widened and he said:
"Live and die together? Is it such a big deal?"
Donor, come here, the old Taoist priest will take your pulse.
Knowing that you are the godson of the Emperor of Heaven, yet you still dare to play such a big role, are you really not afraid of your revenge on him?"
Does Bu Liuxian still have this ability? If he had known better, he wouldn’t have gone to the hospital.
However, I still asked Bu Liuxian to put on the pajamas in the bedroom. His anger was no longer so offensive, so I asked the old guy to go to the living room and start taking my pulse.
Seeing the old guy put three fingers on the ruler of my left hand, I took a deep breath and said:
"Man, I had my stomach evacuated in the hospital, I guess."
Before I could finish my sentence, the old guy had already removed his hand from my wrist and said at the same time:
"That's right, this is the wine of living together and dying together.
But this thing is used by a couple to commit suicide, so why did you use it with someone else?
It's over, it's over
There is no solution to this thing, donor, you are really embarrassed."
In less than three seconds, the old guy shouted out?
I was still a little unwilling to give up, so I said to Bu Liuxian:
"Why is it enough?
Man, please be careful, maybe you have the wrong number.
I vomited a little bit and then went to the hospital for gastric lavage."
"How can there be anything wrong with this?"
While talking, Bu Liuxian pulled out a piece of his hair.
Before I could understand it, the old guy flicked it and his hair stood up in his hand.
Then he used the hair like a steel needle to prick the center of my eyebrow, stretched out his hand and squeezed out two drops of blood at the center of my eyebrow.
"Man, why don't you wash your hands and disinfect them?"
By the time I reacted, two drops of blood had already dripped on the solid wood coffee table in the living room.
Bu Liuxian didn't say anything. He flicked his finger, sparks flashed on his fingertips, and a flame of about two inches appeared.
Then, the old guy lit the flame on one of the drops of blood.
The blood was like gasoline, burning instantly.
Just as the blood here was burning, a spark appeared on another drop of blood, and then the two drops of blood burned together into two holes.
No need for the old guy to say anything, I can understand that I was really harmed by Shen Yitian.
Thinking back to Shen Yitian's words before leaving, I began to panic.
"Man, can you recognize this life-and-death wine?
Then you must know how to solve it - don't worry, think of a way
You said that if I become an immortal now, or find a safe place to hide.
Wait for my father and the others to come out one day after they kill Shen."
"It's no use."
Bu Liuxian was so noisy that it was shaking like a rattle. He crossed his legs and exposed his big white legs from his nightgown. He patted his thighs and said:
"Donor, this wine of life and death is not poison.
It’s a thing for a couple to commit suicide for their love. If one of them is afraid of going back on his word, let alone you, even your godfather, the Emperor of Heaven, would be choked if he drank it.”
I suddenly became panicked. Just when I didn't know what to do, I accidentally glanced at Bu Liuxian's big white legs and lost my mind - why are the old guy's legs so white? It doesn't make sense.
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