"There are so many dogs, why do we need so many people?"
Zhang Yang raised his head, glanced at the three big men with a smile and continued: "You offended someone, and you were punished."
The so-called Jiangtou is mainly popular in Southeast Asia. It has similarities with Miaojiang Gu. Both are famous for controlling the curses of extremely yin and poisonous things.
There is even a legend that after Miaojiang Gu spread to Southeast Asia, it was improved by the local people, so it has its current lowered head.
It is said that the most powerful head-dropping master can control the resentment of a stillborn baby and make him obey his orders, in order to take revenge on his enemies.
Of course, making this kind of head bow requires extremely high level of magic skills and courage. It is said that the baby's chin must be roasted with candles to extract corpse oil to retain and seal the baby's wronged soul.
In order to achieve the purpose of long-term control, it is necessary to find the same opposite-sex babies to control the ghosts in the same way, so that they will not reduce the effect of head-lowering due to loneliness.
Of course, lowering one's head does not necessarily mean harming someone. After controlling the soul of an innocent person, one can bring good luck to the person who surrenders according to the wish of the one who lowers one's head, and even bring huge amounts of money to some businessmen.
The person who surrendered to Mr. Mo obviously did not have such a high level of cultivation. He just surrendered the head of an ordinary toad and transmitted the soul of the toad through hair, blood and other transmission channels, causing the current illness.
"TMD, who are you scolding?" The big man who just searched him immediately scolded him angrily.
"Shut up!"
Mr. Mo shouted loudly, glanced at the big man and then continued: "You talk nonsense when the little doctor is treating me. You simply don't take me seriously. Shouldn't I let you remember a little longer?"
After finishing speaking, he winked at the big man next to him.
Bang bang bang...
The loud slaps were particularly harsh in the living room.
"Little doctor, I usually don't manage things well, so don't blame me if I offend you."
When Mr. Mo rushed towards Zhang Yang, a gentle smile immediately appeared on his face, which was in sharp contrast to the fierceness just now.
When he saw Zhang Yang, he could tell the cause of his illness and knew that he must have superb medical skills, so he punished his subordinates in order to please Zhang Yang.
The slaps continued, and the big man who slapped the person did not care about the identity of his companion, and slapped him with extra force.
The big man's cheeks were as red and swollen as steamed buns after being beaten, and there was a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth, but he did not dare to resist at all.
"Mr. Mo, why should I blame you?"
There was a trace of embarrassment on Zhang Yang's face and he continued: "If he wants to be beaten, let him go outside to be beaten. It will not be good to affect the treatment here."
As soon as he said these words, not only Mr. Mo was stunned, but also the three big men next to him immediately cast their eyes with hatred and contempt.
I thought to myself, who the hell is this person? Especially the big man who was beaten, I even wanted to kill him.
"Yep."
There was a hint of helplessness in Mr. Mo's words, and he said to the two of them: "Didn't you hear? Go outside and fight, don't get in the way here."
"You said I was raped?"
"Yes, have you left China recently and gone to Southeast Asia?"
"No! I have always been in China."
"Yes, I understand." Zhang Yang continued with a smile: "Do you feel itchy and unbearable, but you don't know which part of your body to scratch? Your whole body feels like being bitten by thousands of insects."
A person who endured such torture could still chat with him happily. Zhang Yang couldn't help but admire his endurance, and at the same time he had a strong curiosity about him.
Of course, he said this to make him trust him more.
"Not bad, is there any way to cure it?"
Zhang Yang did not answer, but raised his arm, with two tiny silver needles in his hand, and gently pricked Mr. Mo's Qian acupuncture point on his belly and corns.
He flicked his fingers on it a few times and turned it gently, and the Nine Yang True Fire continued to enter the body along with the silver needle.
Mr. Mo felt the warm current surge inside his body, and the unbearable itching feeling suddenly disappeared, and a complex and proud smile appeared on his face.
"Do you have rice vinegar, mustard, ginger, garlic?" After a moment, Zhang Yang raised his head and asked.
"Yes, yes, I will ask someone to get it right away."
At this time, Mr. Mo was convinced of him and hurriedly shouted to the door: "Come here, go to the kitchen to get rice vinegar, ginger and mustard."
After the middle-aged woman opened the door and walked in, after hearing his instructions, she ran out in a panic and quickly brought these things in.
In fact, Zhang Yang also knew that the things he wanted were all necessary in an ordinary kitchen and were not difficult to get together.
"What do you need these things for?" Mr. Mo asked with a hint of panic on his fat face.
In fact, he knew that he was asking questions knowingly and was just hoping for a miracle to happen. Just don't let yourself eat these.
A bag of rice vinegar, a few pieces of ginger, a bottle of mustard, and a few heads of garlic were placed on the table. Zhang Yang glanced at it and said, "Of course I'll eat it, but the sooner, the better."
"But……"
"There is no other way. Lowering your head is inherently Yin, and these things can stimulate the flow of blood and help you expel the venom from your body."
"Is there no other way? I can pay more for the treatment?"
He really couldn't imagine how painful it would be to eat these things, so he asked with the last glimmer of hope.
"No." Zhang Yang gave up his idea without hesitation.
In fact, the Nine Yang True Fire had already neutralized the poison in his body, but when Zhang Yang saw such a sinister and vicious person, it was not his style not to let him suffer.
"All right!"
Mr. Mo's fat face twisted and changed a few times. After letting out a long sigh, he grabbed the rice vinegar on the table and poured it into his mouth.
The expression on his fat face changed from red to purple, from purple to yellow...
After constant switching, I finally eliminated all these unpalatable things, and I seemed to have collapsed, leaning on the sofa and breathing heavily.
"Go out and run fifty laps around the villa, then jump fifty times." Zhang Yang didn't give him the slightest chance to stop.
"I……"
"There is no way. If you want to cure the disease, you have to endure some hardships, otherwise the poison will attack the heart, and the stomach will swell and the five internal organs will leak out, which will be even more unpleasant." Zhang Yang threatened with a smile.
His words had an obvious effect. Mr. Mo's eyes flashed with cruelty, but he still stood up, twisted his fat body and ran outside.
The villa is not big, and the garden at the front and back is only a few dozen meters away.
Even so, for Mr. Mo, who is obese and suffers from diseases, every lap is a kind of suffering.
"Boss, is his illness really cured?" Wang Yang asked curiously when he saw that Mr. Mo's stomach had not changed much.
What's more important is that he has already felt that the other party is not someone to be trifled with. If they can't be cured after struggling for a long time, the other party will definitely not let them go.
"Well, it's been cured, don't worry!"
"Great, how much does it cost?"
Wang Yang showed an excited look on his face, thought for a while and then said: "For such a difficult disease to be cured, it would cost at least one million."
Zhang Yang said last time that he would be given half of the patient's treatment. If he ordered more, he would earn a lot more, so he would definitely not let go of such a good opportunity.
"The other party doesn't want to give you a penny, don't you see that?"
"TMD, why don't you give it? It's only natural to give money for medical treatment."
"With the attitude they show, even if they don't give it to you, what can you do to them?"
From the moment Mr. Mo asked his men to slap him, he knew that the other party definitely didn't want to give him a penny. It would be better if he cheated, but this attitude would not spare him and Wang Yang.
Some people are very rich, even as rich as their country, but they love their money as much as their lives.
Because they earned this wealth with their lives, don't expect them to give it to others.
If you ask them for money, they would rather kill you.
Because as long as they take your life, they will save a lot of money.
They will be ruthless for this, and other people's lives don't matter to them at all.
When he first met Mr. Mo, Zhang Yang could tell that he belonged to this kind of person.
"Then you will treat him?"
When Wang Yang heard his analysis, he immediately showed frustration on his face and continued: "Damn it, I will add a line in future publicity: pay first and then treat."
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"Let's go and take a look outside."
Zhang Yang didn't care about money, but what he was curious about was that lowering one's head was rare in China.
What's more, Mr. Mo's cunning eyes revealed that this man must be hiding something, and his curiosity prompted him to find out.
The two people who were slapping each other outside had stopped what they were doing and stared at the boss panting as he circled around the villa.
The beaten man's face was as swollen as a pig's head. Blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, which showed that the strength of the beating man's attack was not reduced at all because he left the boss.
It's not that they are not united, but they are afraid that if the boss really pursues the case, neither party will be able to shoulder the responsibility. They are still very aware of how ruthless the boss is.
After running five laps, Mr. Mo's body was obviously shaking and shaking. Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the side of the road, vomiting non-stop.
When he saw what he had vomited, he was shocked.
I saw a lot of white worms a few centimeters long squirming inside, which was disgusting and terrifying.
"Mr. Mo, you can't stop, keep running." Zhang Yang shouted with a smile.
Mr. Mo glanced at him bitterly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, got up and continued to circle around the villa.
He believed deeply in Zhang Yang. Originally, patients should be grateful after being cured, but for him who was so sinister and ruthless, he was not grateful at all.
At the same time, he was angry that he had made a fool of himself, and made up his mind to teach the two of them a lesson after he was cured.
Every time he ran one more lap, he would squat on the ground and vomit violently, but his body became lighter and lighter, and his swollen belly slowly disappeared.
After the last fifty frog leaps, I was completely exhausted, lying on the ground without caring about my face, sweating profusely and my whole body was soaked with sweat.
"Have I recovered from my illness?" Seeing Zhang Yang squatting beside him, Mr. Mo swallowed hard and asked with a wry smile.
"That's almost it." Zhang Yang said with a smile. (To be continued)