I don't know who the person in my body is. He appears every time I'm in danger. It was the same when I encountered the blood butterfly last time. Without him, I should have died.
"Thirsty, so thirsty." As soon as I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. I'm actually used to it. Anyway, it's like this every time after fighting ghosts. In the end, I'll faint and then appear in the hospital.
At this time, my mouth felt very dry, and there was almost smoke in my throat. I wanted to get up and look for water. As soon as I moved, I felt a sharp pain in my right foot. When I looked, my right foot had been put in a plaster.
At that time, Fang Pengguang's voice came from the hospital bed next door: "Brother Xiaojiu, don't move around. Your foot is broken. It's not good to move around."
"Broken? How could my foot be broken?" I looked at my foot and asked Fang Pengguang strangely.
Fang Pengguang was reading a women's magazine. When he heard my question, he immediately put the book down, turned around and asked me: "Hey, I heard from Brother Liu that you were about to burp at that time.
Suddenly he showed off his power and hit the zombie in the head with one kick. Haha, does it feel good to hit the head?" Fang Pengguang asked with interest.
"What the hell, headshots are one thing. I want to know why my feet are like this?" I felt like there was no other sensation in my right foot except pain. I suddenly felt chilled. I couldn't.
It's useless.
As soon as I finished speaking, Liu Peng's voice came from the door: "Do you think the zombie's head is brittle? The bones of the zombie are very hard. When you step down, the bones on the sole of the foot will be broken a lot, and the ankle will also be broken.
It's a broken bone, but you're fine now."
I understood as soon as I heard that the zombie's head wasn't that easy to explode. I didn't feel anything at that time, probably because the person was on top of me. So I didn't feel anything about my foot at that time, but whether it hurt or not was a matter of course.
Seriously, you have to know that my feet are not as hard as that zombie. I hit the zombie's head with one kick and broke a few bones of his feet. It was pretty good.
"Is it serious? Will my legs become broken in this life?" I asked doubtfully.
"It's not that serious. It's just that you can't move your feet around for a while, otherwise the consequences will be very serious." Liu Peng frowned and said.
I nodded. I understand what my current situation is. It will take at least a month or two to recover. Suddenly I thought about Drought Demon. Forget it, even if I encounter a little zombie, my feet will be cut into pieces.
If this is the case, what will happen if it is a drought? Forget it, don’t think about it, it’s fine now, maybe you can avoid a disaster.
"Yeah, I understand. I'll just take a good rest during this period," I nodded. There was nothing I could do if I didn't rest. I looked at my right foot, which looked like ham sausage, and sighed.
"By the way, what happened to the zombie in the end?" I suddenly asked Liu Peng.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you. According to the investigation, it was found that the reason why this zombie was resurrected was because of Qi Chaoyang and the others. In other words, Qi Chaoyang and the others actually came back to Chengdu for this zombie, but their ultimate goal was not
I don’t know. Anyway, they set up a special formation in the basement to attract evil spirits to absorb the evil spirits for this zombie, and then we discovered it by accident. You also know what happened next." Liu Peng.
Tell me.
After hearing this, I nodded and said, "What about Qi Chaoyang's stronghold? Is there anyone else there?"
"After that day, the building was empty. However, we found a few dead bodies inside. There were children, adults, and old people. They were all very miserable. They were all soaked in a special green liquid.
Come on." After hearing this, Liu Peng thought about it and said to me.
I clenched my fists when I heard this. Hey, these bastards, I don’t know what they think. Why don’t they take people’s lives seriously? But I still believe in one sentence, there is God’s will in the dark.
No matter what happens to these people, there will always be retribution. Even if there is no retribution in life, the ghosts of the enemies they killed before will come to find them after death. Such people can only go to the eighteenth level of hell.
In the following days, the Miao Wu sect seemed to have disappeared from the world, while Fang Pengguang and I were lying on the bed recovering from our injuries. Fang Pengguang was injured that day, but he never recovered. I was also happy for him to hide in the hospital and accompany me.
For a period of time, everyone who has been in the hospital knows that it is fine if there is someone to accompany you, but it will be even worse if no one is with you. It is too uncomfortable.
When I was in the hospital, besides sleeping, I just watched TV. But I don’t know if it was because Mr. Fang was in my ward, but this TV could actually search for nine channels, which made me excited for a while. At least I didn’t have to watch the two of them break up.
, I lived like this repeatedly every day, and I found that the repeated life time passed very quickly, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. It was also the day I was discharged from the hospital. Fang Pengguang was also discharged from the hospital that day, and I also
I found out that he was actually hospitalized with me just to be with me.
Fang Pengguang and I got up early that morning to pack our things, and the damn plaster was finally removed. However, as soon as my right foot touched the ground, I still felt a lot of pain, but I didn't say anything. After all, if
These doctors know that my foot is not healed yet, so they will definitely keep me here for various reasons. After all, the people in the hospital are like Gods of Wealth to these doctors. This is not the reason why I don’t want to stay here anymore.
It's because of money, but it's just too boring here. Anyway, I don't think I have much to do right after I get out of the hospital. I think I'll be fine if I enjoy eating fish and meat outside for a few days.
As usual, Fang Yaozu invited us to dinner on the day he was discharged from the hospital. I feel that this has almost become a custom. Every time I am discharged from the hospital, Fang Yaozu will come to invite me to dinner, and then talk about some work issues, anyway.
They are all topics without nutrition.
Just when we were chatting happily, Fang Yaozu seemed to have remembered something and said to me: "By the way, your friend named Cui Zuofei called you four days ago, but you were recovering from your injuries and I didn't let you.
Answer the phone, he asked you to call him as soon as you are healed, as if there is something urgent to tell you."
When I heard this, I nodded and took out my cell phone to call that bastard Cui Zuofei.
"Hey, Xiaojiu, are you healed? Where is it?" Cui Zuofei's voice came from the other side, but it sounded quite small, as if he lowered his voice deliberately.
"Well, it's much better. I heard from my uncle that you have something to ask me about. What is it?" I was not polite and asked directly to the topic.
"Some time ago, an old senior in our supernatural circle figured out the whereabouts of the Drought Demon Bones. All of us have come to snatch the Drought Demon Bones. If you are interested, come over right away." Cui Zuofei said from the opposite side.