Corpses can talk!

The question is, who will make him speak.

Zhang Zizi has no moon on his head, so he doesn't have the ability.

After discussing for a long time, they finally decided to convince the predecessors of the Yisi people, the director of the gynecology department of the hospital.

Director Tie has always valued the people of Yisi, and thinks that she is diligent and motivated and has medical ethics, and has taken care of her many times in the hospital, and even wants to recognize her as a goddaughter several times - the kind of pure voice.

The people of Misse felt that he should help him find out the truth.

So, after lunch, the four of them and the two ghosts decided to go to the hospital together to find out.

The tattooed brother divided the squad into two groups.

Zhang Zizai and Yang Daoist took a group of Yisi people and were responsible for going to the director of the fortified iron.

And he is in a group with Boiling Bing and Bai Maruko, who are responsible for continuing to collect relevant information.

Leon stayed at home to look after the store.

Several people came to the gate of the hospital, which is still full of people, and it seems that everyone has not been affected by this medical accident, and there is still an endless stream of people to see a doctor.

There were a few ticket sellers standing at the entrance of the hospital, and the sewer asked, "Do you want an expert number?" ”

In addition, there are a few stalls that occupy a few shades, and at the moment they are holding a fan in their hands, and they are explaining numerology to those who come to ask for hexagrams.

And an old acquaintance of his is actually on the list.

Zhang Zizai pointed to the acquaintance and said, "Look, isn't this the old monk who left the dumplings?"

The crowd heard the rumors.

At this time, he changed his clothes, took off his robe, put on a Taoist robe, and the top of his originally bare head had grown more than an inch of hair at this moment, and he was standing under the big tree at the gate of the courtyard, and grabbed a patient with a haggard face and said: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, this layman, I see that your eyes are black and dark, and there will be a disaster of blood and light in the near future." ”

Zhang Zizai hehe, hey Yile, this old liar will pick a place and come here to fool people!

The patient was grabbed by him and said, "Bloody plague? nonsense! Lao Tzu is going to have surgery today!"

The old liar: "The disease of a layman cannot be solved by using a knife!"

Patient: "Yes, a lot of my friends have advised me not to have surgery!"

When the old liar saw him talking, he immediately hit the snake with the stick, and continued: "Layman, listen to the poor Tao, you suffer from this disease because the calamity star has entered the palace, and the main star has dissipated, if you don't disperse it as soon as possible, even if you use the knife ten thousand times, you will not be able to recover the disease! On the contrary, there will be a hidden disease, and the day of recurrence in the future will become more and more serious!"

The patient said excitedly: "The master is right! I have already undergone surgery for the second time! I relapsed less than a year after the last time, and the real time is really more serious!"

The old liar smiled and nodded: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, don't worry about the layman, today's encounter is fate, and Poor Dao is willing to take action to help you resolve this disaster." ”

After speaking, he took out a cross from his pocket, handed it to him, and said, "This thing is a treasure that has been baptized with holy water, and the layman carries it on his body, which can help the star of the Lord shine brightly!"

The patient wrinkled his nose: "Aren't you a Taoist priest?

The old liar was not in a hurry: "The combination of Chinese and Western medicine has a good effect!"

"You liar, you almost fell for you!" the patient looked at the old liar twice, turned and walked into the hospital.

The old liar failed to make an order, and then shifted his target and went towards the oncoming woman: "This young lady ......"

The woman stopped: "How do you know I am?"

The old liar coughed dryly twice and said with a smile: "The poor road can be pinched and calculated, I know it for five hundred years, and I ......know it later."

The woman waved her hand impatiently, took out ten yuan from her pocket and handed it to him: "Okay, okay, I still have business, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." ”

"Miss, this is your mistake, Poor Dao is here today to cross the fate, not to cheat money!" The old liar carefully folded the ten yuan into three folds and pinned it into the waistband of his trousers.

"Poor Taoist Temple, your eyes are black, your lips are purple, you must be terminally ill, today you and I are destined, and let me touch your bones for you and diagnose it!" After the old liar finished speaking, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he stretched out his two hands and touched the woman's body.

The woman screamed, slapped him in the face, and scolded the stinky rascal before turning away.

Zhang Zizai walked forward with everyone and greeted him with a smile: "Yo, isn't this a lame monk?

The old liar: "No way, it's too painful to be a monk, and you have to burn your scars." ”

Zhang Zizi looked at the swollen half of his face and said, "I don't think you're much better now." ”

The old liar's face sank: "Donor, let's worry about yourself first, the six of you are already in great trouble, and you still have the heart to laugh at the poor monk?"

Zhang Zizai: "Didn't you just say that you want to be a Taoist priest? Why did you become a monk again? Do you have a split personality?"

"What do you know! I'm a double degree!" the old liar took out six crumpled talismans from his pocket, handed them to them, and said, "You can accept these talismans, and you may be spared today's disaster!"

The foreign Taoist priest opened his clothes, took out a stack and shook it in front of him: "No, we have our own!"

Since the last attack on the vegetable market, he now has charms everywhere he goes, and even uses rune paper to wipe the toilet.

Old liar: "You really don't want to?"

Foreign priest: "Don't. ”

The old liar: "The poor monk's charm, drink it with honey water, and you can be cured of the disease!"

Bai Maruko: "That's a pity, we're here to find someone, not to see a doctor!"

Old liar: "Didn't you come to see a doctor?"

Everyone nodded in unison.

Old liar: "It's impossible, there are already two of you who are bloodless, but they didn't come to see a doctor......?"

Speaking of this, the old liar's face changed: "Amitabha! The poor monk's wife is about to give birth, I have to go home to deliver her! See you again!" After speaking, he bowed his hand to everyone and limped away from the scene.

Zhang Zizai looked at his back and complained: "Are all the current liars so low-level? Who do you want to fool like this?"

Foreign Taoist: "It's all good, but the bad guy also bought a costume, I saw something even more outrageous two days ago, just edit a text message and want to fool people into making money!"

Shiramaruko took out her phone: "The one from GD, I received it too!"

After speaking, I showed my mobile phone to everyone, and I saw that the text message read:

Hello, I'm GD, I lost my wallet when I came to China to perform, and I am in urgent need of 2,000 yuan to buy a ticket to return to China, can I lend it to me? I will return it to you when I go back! I can also send you my signed photos and concert tickets!

Bai Maruko shook his mobile phone and smiled: "How stupid do you say this liar is? If someone can still be fooled by such a text message, I will eat Xiang live broadcast!"

When everyone heard this, they all echoed it.

Only Ao Bing stood in place, his face embarrassed.

Foreign Taoist: "You also received it?"

Ao Bing nodded.

Foreign Taoist: "You won't really make money, will you?"

Ao Bing snorted.

Zhang Zizai looked at the white balls, covered his mouth and said happily: "Do you want to eat thin or dry?"