Why do these last words of Guan Xu feel so familiar to me? It seems that many people like to use these words when they deceive others.
Guan Xu left Chongqing that night and went to Guizhou. It seemed something had happened there. This guy was really a ghost hunter.
And Li Mingyao also directly hailed a taxi and went back to Chengdu. When he left, he also told me to go back to Chengdu to play when I had time.
This guy, it seems that Chengdu is my home, right? He has only been in Chengdu for a few days, and he has already become a guest.
After these two guys left, it was already one o'clock in the morning. I took a taxi and rushed there with my injuries all over my body.
Now that everything is in place, when will I solve the problem on my right hand?
I walked to the door of Hong Zhuo's house and knocked on the door. Hong Zhuo opened the door wearing white pajamas. He looked at me vaguely and asked: "Xiao Feng, what's wrong? It's late at night."
Because the confidentiality regulations for catching this zombie are very strict, Hong Zhuo didn't know that I just went to fight with the zombie.
I looked around and then said, "Go in and talk."
After I entered, I closed the door, took out the zombie's right arm from my backpack and threw it on the ground.
Hong Zhuo's face changed when he saw it, and he asked me anxiously: "Xiaofeng, did you kill someone? Did you bring me here to destroy the body and eliminate traces?"
"Are you sleepy? Look at the color of the blood on this arm." I pointed at the arm with a smile.
Hong Zhuo rubbed his glasses, looked down, and suddenly a joyful look appeared on his face and he asked: "Zombie blood?"
"Well, Brother Hong, hurry up and change the bones for me." I put the demon bones and ghost dew that I had always kept in my backpack next to this arm, and then I lay on the bed and shouted to Hong Zhuo.
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Hong Zhuo knew that I had been looking forward to this day for a long time, so he took out the row of silver needles from under the bed without further ado.
Hong Zhuo walked up to me with a silver needle and said, "I will use a silver needle to seal your medulla oblongata center later and make you faint."
"It's okay, I don't understand these professional things even if they are told to me, so hurry up and fix it." I was also happy in my heart, but it felt so uncomfortable that I didn't even dare to shine the sun on my right hand.
This evil spirit in my right hand has been haunting me for nearly two years, making me very troubled. Today I finally have to solve this problem. Can I not be happy?
Hong Zhuo looked at my happy look and smiled softly and said, "That's good."
After saying that, he asked me to lie down on the bed, and then I felt as if something was lightly pricked on the back of my head, and my head instantly lost consciousness.
I opened my eyes drowsily and looked at the ceiling, then sat up and looked around. I was at Hong Zhuo's house.
At this time, my right hand was wrapped in many bandages. It didn't hurt much, just a slight numbness, and there were blood stains everywhere on the bed.
"Brother Hong, are you okay?" I sat up in confusion, and asked Hong Zhuo, who had his head down beside the bed and didn't know what he was doing, "How long has it been since I fainted?"
Hong Zhuo raised his head, with a bright smile on his face, pointed to the ground and said: "You have been unconscious for about two days. By the way, come and see what this is."
I looked over at where Hong Zhuo was pointing. I saw a red washbasin on the ground. This basin was half filled with water. The half of the water was completely dark and had an evil aura.
"What is this?" I asked with a frown.
Hong Zhuo picked up a pair of chopsticks from the dinner table and picked out two bones
The two bones were completely black and had a crystal clear appearance. Hong Zhuo took out two bones and threw them on the ground and said, "These are the bones in your hand before."
I rolled over and got out of bed, reaching out with my right hand to touch these two bones, but when I got closer, I felt a biting cold feeling, just like two popsicles.
"This is the bone in my hand. I didn't expect it to turn into this." I said.
"Don't move your right hand. The skeleton in your hand is composed of demon bones, and I added zombie blood to your blood. Otherwise, your blood will not be able to withstand the demonic energy of the real demon bones, and the ghost will be exposed."
It is also added to your blood to neutralize the zombie blood and your blood to prevent them from conflicting. This is the exclusive demon bone replacement technique recorded in the "Medicine" book." Hong Zhuo said.
"So magical?" When I heard this, I looked at my right hand. It didn't look any different on the outside, but there was a light red mark on my right hand. This mark was about the size of a coin and looked like a majestic dragon.
Same, right on the back of my right hand.
"Brother Hong, why is this dragon on my right hand? It's so handsome." I asked Hong Zhuo.
Hong Zhuo pushed up his glasses and said calmly: "If I remember correctly, the thing on your right hand should be more similar to an earthworm, not a dragon. This mark also appeared on your own when your wound healed, and I don't
Understand what it means.”
"Earthworm..." I was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's just a dragon. It's so handsome."
In fact, to be honest, it looks like a fucking earthworm. Just to comfort myself, I can only imagine it as a dragon in my mind.
"Now that the demon bone has just been replaced, I'm not sure what the side effects will be. After all, this method is only in the "Medical" book. If anything happens, just come back for a follow-up visit." Hong Zhuo said.
"Revisit?"
"Um, I'm sorry, it's a professional habit." Hong Zhuo said and packed my two bones in a quantity bag and said, "I will find a way to get rid of these two things later. If such evil things are handed over to
I don’t feel at ease with you handling it.”
I nodded, I didn’t want this thing at all, so why did I come here? Just take a look and recite the old bones? Or should I just keep these two bones at home?
"It's okay." I punched hard with my right hand, feeling powerful.
Then Hong Zhuocha studied my arm and finally determined that nothing was wrong before letting me leave.
This medical book is really amazing. I couldn't even find any trace of stitches on my right hand. Hong Zhuo told me that the wound was healed slowly by pouring a special medicine on it and then closing it.
You must know that this "Medicine" book was written by our ancestors hundreds of years ago. At that time, we could develop this technology to heal wounds without even leaving scars. In contrast, today we use needles to sew wounds like clothes.
It's so weak.
After I left Hong Zhuo's house, it seemed that I had not returned to school for seven days. I spent five days at the police station preparing for the spell, and I also spent two days at Hong Zhuo's house.
My phone was also turned off for seven days. When I turned it on, there were more than 70 text messages and more than 100 missed calls. Most of the text messages were from Zhao Shanyu, asking me where I had been, how I was doing, and how I was doing.
Those two bitches in the dormitory occasionally sent me text messages asking where I died.
Most of the missed calls were from them. I smiled and looked at the time. It was now 12 noon. I might as well treat them to a meal. After all, they cared so much about me. I thought of living in the dormitory.
Let's go, go back and call Brother Lu and the others first.
The moment I pushed open the dormitory door, I felt like I was in Sparta. I was stunned.