Seeing Zhao Chen's "shy" look, Yan Murong thought, since you didn't do it, why did you make it so sensational?
However, Yan Murong was still a little touched by Zhao Chen, this inexplicable disciple. Although the chicken soup was not made by her, at least she had traveled dozens of miles of mountain roads to buy a chicken - not to mention that the chicken was
She killed and plucked them with her own hands.
"Are you just going to give me soup?" Yan Murong asked depressedly as he looked at the chicken soup in the lunch box, which contained only a little chopped green onion and even some meat residue.
"You want to eat?" Zhao Chen shook his head and said. "No, your body is too weak now. It's better to drink some soup. I'm afraid you won't be able to digest it if you eat too much."
I am a man, I am a fish. Yan Murong is now no more than the fish on the chopping board. He has no strength at all, and he can't do anything to others. He can only drink the chicken soup that Zhao Chen fed to his mouth with a depressed look on his face.
After eating ----- oh, almost full after drinking, Yan Murong felt that his body had a little strength, so he took out the phone from his pocket, pressed the number in his mind, and dialed
Pass.
"Boy, do you miss your master and me? There has been no call for so long. I thought you died in a woman's belly." After the call was connected, a laughing voice came from inside.
"How did you know it was me?"
"Why can't I know it's you? -----You kid, you don't even fart at all, and you don't know how to care about your master and me. Now you think of calling me when something happens?"
"Did you know?" Yan Murong was even more surprised. This old man was wandering around in the mountains every day, but he actually knew something was going on here.
"Nonsense, I don't want to know, but these are what are being broadcast on TV and radio now, and I don't want to hear them all being kept in my ears."
"Where are you?" Yan Murong asked directly.
"Outside - but let me tell you first, don't expect me to help you. You are a genius. If I'm not wrong, you can already use the fourth shot, right?"
"I can't hide anything from you." Yan Murong curled his lips, but felt very depressed in his heart.
This old man has been wandering around the mountains all day long, and he is very well-informed. Before he went down the mountain, he was already fully proficient in using the third needle of the eight needles of the ghost gate. He has also made some progress recently. Although the fourth needle
I'm not very skilled in using it, but I can at least use it reluctantly.
"Want to hide it from me? Haha." The person on the phone laughed triumphantly. "I know exactly how long your life is, let alone other things."
"Old man, I'm not telling you, why don't you show some face? I'm a grown man and you just peek at me taking a shower, but you still talk about it all the time - I don't know, I think you have some special hobby.
." Yan Murong sighed helplessly.
"Fart, you have a special hobby." There was a roar on the phone, and then it became quiet again.
"Boy, let me tell you, I know the purpose of your call-----I will tell you the truth, you can't do it, and neither can I, unless-----"
"Unless what? Do you have a way?" Yan Murong's eyes lit up.
He knew what kind of person the old man was. Although he was not a good person, he was very strict in doing things. He always said one thing to the next. If it works, it works, and if it doesn't, it won't work. Since the words "unless" are used, it means that he must have a solution.
"I have a damn idea, I mean, unless you can use the fifth shot - you remember what the fifth shot is called, right?"
"Ghost needle, the fifth needle changes yin and yang?" Yan Murong asked in surprise.
"That's right, it's the fifth injection. Only the fifth injection may be able to achieve the change of yin and yang. Even a person who has just died can be revived, let alone someone who is not dead yet."
Upon hearing this answer, Yan Murong was discouraged.
The fourth needle was barely able to be used, and the energy in his body was simply not enough to support the complete fourth needle - the fifth needle was just a legend.
There are eight needles in total in the Eight Needles of Ghost Gate, but only five are recorded. The old man has been able to use the fourth needle in half his life, but he has never been able to touch the threshold of the fifth needle. Not to mention Yan Murong, with his current condition
At his age, it is already a miracle that he can barely use the fourth shot.
"Old man, isn't this disease recorded in that book?"
"I don't know." The old man said without thinking. "This disease is not mentioned in it, but a similar one is recorded."
"Really?" Yan Murong was overjoyed. Maybe there is a certain connection between the two.
"Do I need to lie to you?" the old man said unhappily. "You little bastard went up the mountain when you were ten years old. Old man, I worked so hard to feed you till you grew up. How can I not understand what you have?
?What’s the benefit of me lying to you?”
"Wait a minute." Yan Murong quickly stopped him. "Old man, you're acting rude again - can't you change the word? That's called pulling a big one, okay? Feeding me shit and pee.
?Co-author I have lived so long just by eating that stuff for so many years?"
"Poof!"
Zhao Chen, who was still holding the lunch box at the side, finally couldn't help laughing, but after thinking about it, Yan Murong was considered her master after all - although he hadn't taught her anything, it was wrong to laugh at the master.
Okay. What if Yan Murong is unhappy and kicks him out of the school?
"Almost." The old man thought for a while and said. "The "Qing Sang Jing" actually records a disease similar to this one, but except for the appearance of blood spots on the body, there are no previous symptoms at all, and this is a disease.
A disease transmitted through animal feces.”
"How to treat it?" Yan Murong asked directly, regardless of the difference.
The current situation is like treating a dead horse as a living doctor. If he doesn't treat it, the other person will die. If he treats it, there may be hope of survival.
"You really want to know?"
"You have to give it a try."
"Then you give it a try." The old man didn't refuse and explained the treatment method directly on the phone.
"Is this saving people?" Yan Murong almost dropped her jaw in shock when she heard the treatment method the old man said. "Old man, you are not fooling me, are you? Why do I feel like this is more like killing someone?"
"Absolutely." The old man said. "Saving people and killing people is just a matter of a thought ----- I have never tried it. This is what is recorded in the book, so I will tell you this. Do you want to
It’s up to you to do it.”
"Damn, you've been talking for a long time and it's all in vain."
"Then just pretend you didn't hear it," the old man said. "Okay, I'm very busy, so I'll hang up."
"Damn old man, you didn't even say goodbye." Yan Murong said depressedly, grabbing the phone that had already received a busy signal.