Fang Xiaoyu was not surprised by Mr. Leng's expression.
He understood how Mr. Leng was feeling at the moment. His grandson was poisoned and his daughter-in-law was plotted against him. It would be strange not to be angry.
Fang Xiaoyu ignored everyone's comments and did not go out of his way to comfort Mr. Leng.
He picked up the statue with a calm face, pointed at the eagle standing on the statue and said: "If you look carefully, you will find that the eagle's belly was actually stabbed by the roof of the palace. This is called 'injuring the eagle'.
It is homophonic for "hurt Yin", and if the palace below is damaged, it can be called "hurt palace". The whole statue together is called "hurt Yin and damage palace" game. This is a game that hurts each other. Men hurt Yin
, women harm the palace. Under this situation, no matter how fertile a woman is, she will not be able to give birth to a child. And no matter how strong a man is, he will become weak again and again."
After listening to Fang Xiaoyu's words, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Leng Jianbo's face. When he thought about his own side, he became increasingly frustrated.
He felt a little ashamed and wished he could find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
Seeing this, Fang Xiaoyu took out a pill from the Fabric bag with a smile, handed it over, and comforted in a low voice: "Take it, you can take this pill and swallow it later. You will soon be able to return to your hometown overnight."
Eighteen years old."
"Really?" Leng Jianbo took the elixir and was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. He looked at it carefully and then threw the elixir into his mouth.
Seeing this scene, Leng Jianglong's wife couldn't help it. She gently touched Leng Jianglong's waist and eyes with her hand, and whispered: "You should also go and ask for a pill from Divine Doctor Fang! This thing
, I think it’s useful.”
"Aren't you not very optimistic about Divine Doctor Fang?" Leng Jianglong sneered. Thinking about his wife's previous attitude towards Fang Xiaoyu, he felt a little angry. He could just take this opportunity to make his wife have more memory.
Leng Jianglong's wife Gong Lumei rolled her eyes at him unconvinced and said: "Fuck you, it's not because I don't understand him that I don't think highly of him! Now that I have seen Fang Xiaoyu's true strength, I naturally believe it.
He's capable. Besides, I'm doing this for your own good. Don't you want a child? If you don't help, I can't even want it!
"Okay, I'm just going to ask Divine Doctor Fang for medicine." Leng Jianglong felt a little embarrassed when his wife mentioned this, so he deliberately changed the subject. He came to Fang Xiaoyu with a smile on his face.
He said in a voice: "Doctor Fang, see if you can give me one too..."
Before Leng Jianglong could finish speaking, Fang Xiaoyu put his hand into the Fabric bag, took out a Fuyang Pill, stuffed it into Leng Jianglong's hand, and said with a smile: "Take it, eat it, ten
It takes effect in minutes.”
"Hey! Okay! Thank you, Doctor Fang." Leng Jianglong took the elixir from Fang Xiaoyu's hand and threw it into his mouth on the spot. For a moment, he felt that his heart was full of power.
Of course, this is just a psychological effect. The real effect of the medicine is much stronger than what he felt, but it will take ten minutes to see the effect. At this time, Nie Caifeng was lost in thought.
She was thinking about why her best friend wanted to harm her and give her a statue that had been set up.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and finally she couldn't help but gnashed her teeth and cursed: "I'm so angry. I never thought that my best friend would actually harm me."
"No, your best friend may not have done it intentionally." Fang Xiaoyu shook his head and said with a gloomy face: "Just be afraid, she is being taken advantage of. If you investigate this matter carefully, it should not be difficult to find out who did it. You can
Think about it, does your bestie have any contacts with people who are proficient in witchcraft, Taoism, or metaphysics?"
"Let me think about it!" Nie Caifeng thought about it carefully for a while, then shouted excitedly: "Yes, I remembered it. I remember when I first got married, my best friend talked about a guy named Pete.
Chen’s boyfriend. He is a man who likes to study magic and zodiac signs. He is very good at picking up girls. When I think about it, it is said that this antique was bought by her boyfriend from Africa. At that time, my best friend bought this crystal statue.
When he gave it to me, he specifically told me that crystals have spiritual power and can help with sleep and calm the mind, but you must often say some suggestive words to the crystal to make your spiritual power stronger."
"Oh! It seems that I really guessed it. In this case, there is no need to keep this thing." Fang Xiaoyu nodded knowingly, picked up the crystal statue, and prepared to smash it to the ground.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold feeling in the palm of his hand, and then heard a cold scolding sound coming from his ears.
"Hmph! Boy, put the statue down quickly. You insulted the true God. I am the leader of a tribe of thousands. Why don't you die quickly?"
Suddenly, a black man appeared in Fang Xiaoyu's mind.
The black man was wearing only bark and leaves, and was painted with paint. He had horns, ears, and other animal crafts hanging around his waist. He was holding a wooden javelin in his hand and was staring at Fang Xiaoyu angrily.
The man has a strong, dark body, somewhat like those warriors from primitive African tribes on TV.
When Fang Xiaoyu saw the man for the first time in his thoughts, he couldn't help but be startled. Soon he came to his senses. He knew that this was just a cruel attack from the leader of a primitive tribe in his mind.
Just a soul.
The remnant soul could not cause any real harm to him. Therefore, he sneered and shouted at the man: "Go to hell, you black guy! Go to hell!"
After saying that, he quickly took out a silver needle with his mind, flicked his finger, and the silver needle flew out.
In his mind, he heard a "pop" sound, and the black man's figure suddenly swayed, and he saw that his remaining soul was about to be destroyed in his thoughts.
The man's eyes widened with reluctance, and he shouted to Fang Xiaoyu: "No, no, you can't kill me. I am the consciousness that has gathered the power of the faith of thousands of people..."
"It's too late!" Fang Xiaoyu waved his hand, and in his mind, another silver needle flew out, and the black man's figure burst like a bubble in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.
Fang Xiaoyu returned to reality.
He took a deep breath and shivered involuntarily, but at this moment, a strange scene happened.
He clearly felt a warmth coming from his palm. Then he could clearly feel that a mysterious power poured into his mind.
He was convinced that it was the power of faith, the power of thousands of people's faith. There were some languages he couldn't understand echoing in his mind, but soon, he relied on his clever spiritual power to sense the meaning of the voice.
"I hate you, I hate you...you have swallowed up all the power of my hundreds of years of faith..."
The voice became weaker and weaker, and Fang Xiaoyu smiled slightly, knowing that he had completely taken over the power of the faith of the previous remnant soul as his own. That was the power of faith of a thousand people. He didn't know the specific use of it.
.
However, next, he has to investigate carefully, where does this power of faith come from, why does it appear in General Leng's home, and what is the purpose behind it. (To be continued)