When Zhang Changgui arrived at the hospital, the police had just left, and the characterization of this incident still needed to be discussed and studied.

In fact, he couldn't move when he came out of the operating room, his body was covered with bandages, his face was also wrapped in a big circle, and he couldn't speak.

Seeing his father, Zhang Kuan wanted to laugh, but his face was wrapped in bandages, so he could only signal with his eyes, Zhang's father couldn't understand Zhang Kuan's signal, and thought he was uncomfortable, and his tears fell down, and he said: "I shouldn't let you fight, go and rob." After saying that, he cried silently.

Zhang Kuan still wondered, when did his father let himself fight?

Seeing that his father was uncomfortable, Zhang Kuan tried his best to pat him with his hand, but the strap was tied tightly, and he was unable to move.

Xiao Min on the side also sat on the bed next to him, and when he saw this, he said: "Uncle, don't let him be stimulated, he has been shot four or five times, and he is seriously injured, don't let him move." ”

Four or five shots!?

Zhang Changgui panicked, if he was shot, it would be fatal, and he was shot four or five times, can he be good?

When he was in a hurry, he panicked, and when he panicked, Elder Zhang tearfully opened the bandage on his son's face and saw that the nurse just came over to stop him, "What are you doing? How can you pick up the patient's wound casually?"

Zhang Changgui said: "I'm his father, I want to see how serious his injuries are." ”

As soon as she heard that it was a parent, the nurse's expression was better, and she said to him, "It's nothing to look at, it's not a big problem, it's just that the bones are exposed on the face, don't remove the bandage." Then someone called out to her from behind, and the nurse turned around and went to work.

Leaving Zhang Changgui behind, he sat on the ground sadly and began to cry bitterly.

Zhang Kuan struggled to raise his neck and said, "What are you crying for?"

Zhang Changgui immediately wiped his tears, straightened his face, and said with a happy face, "It's nothing, the nurse just said that you are nothing serious." ”

Zhang Kuan hummed, "I know, it's just that the bones on my face are exposed." ”

Zhang Changgui immediately comforted, "It's okay, man, who hasn't had any injuries on his body? The purpose of saying this was to comfort his son for fear that he would break his appearance after his injury was healed.

In fact, Zhang Kuancai is not worried about what his face will look like after the injury, and his current physical state does not feel weak at all, not for these bandages on his body, he wants to get out of bed and play.

Zhang Changgui remembered Mr. Zhu's words, he must get his son back today, otherwise he won't be able to spend tonight.

The old gentleman has always been magical, and what he said will not be wrong, Zhang Changgui beckoned Wenlong and wanted to send Zhang Kuan back.

Seeing this, Xiao Qiang hurriedly stopped, "Uncle, the hospitalization fee has been paid in advance by the Public Security Bureau, so you can let Brother Kuan recuperate with peace of mind." ”

Zhang Changgui was too lazy to grind his teeth with him, and directly greeted Wenlong, "Carry the person to the car and go back quickly." ”

Wenlong because of last night's dereliction of duty, let the leader be injured, very sorry not to go, now the old boss is speaking, that can not listen, with both hands shovel, it is a princess hug, shovel Zhang Kuan to the outside. There was a nurse blocking him along the way, but Wenlong didn't care about it and took it away.

The front and back glasses of the factory director's special car were broken, and the wind was leaking, so Zhang Changgui took off his shirt, covered his son's body, and used his body to block it for him to avoid the wind blowing.

Wenlong is different, all the way to the wind, just drive the car out of the feeling of the motorcycle, always feel that there is something missing, the car traveled a few hundred meters before remembering, no music.

So, every time I move, I move every time, and the end of the vast world is my love......

As soon as Zhang Kuan came home, Mr. Zhu came to take a look, first ripped off his straps, then looked at his crotch, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Zhang Changgui asked, "What's the matter, can it be saved?"

Mr. Zhu laughed, "A blessing in disguise, a blessing in disguise." Later, he didn't say more, but asked Zhang Changgui to quickly boil water and let Wenlong untie the bandages on Zhang Kuan's body.

Zhang Changgui obeyed the old gentleman's words and acted immediately.

After the bandage was untied, a large area of black on Zhang Kuan's body and face, with faint signs of rotten flesh, Wen Long said worriedly, "Oh, moldy?"

Mr. Zhu didn't answer, and said to Wenlong, "You go and get a big basin, and you want plastic, not iron." ”

Wenlong took it, and Mr. Zhu brought the black iron brick knife in Wenlong's waist again, and slashed it at the major artery of Zhang Kuan's arm, and the blood flowed, and Mr. Zhu immediately took the basin and put it underneath to pick it up.

Wenlong asked, "How much do you have to take?"

Mr. Zhu replied, "It's full." ”

Full?!

This sentence startled Zhang Kuan, how much blood is there on the person? This old man actually wants to fill the basin with blood, so won't he die himself?

Wen Long is a three-dimensional master, and he doesn't think about the consequences at all, and says next to him: "It's you who make a knife, when will it be full? ”

Zhang Kuan almost fainted when he heard this, Tian Fengshou was so ruthless that he didn't kill himself, but today he was going to be killed by an eighty or ninety-year-old man.

Before it had flowed much, the wound clotted and no longer bleed. Zhang Kuan was still curious, when he saw that the old man was stabbed again, and the blood was flowing loudly. Zhang Kuan noticed the difference and asked, "Why doesn't this knife hurt to cut people?"

The old man replied, "This is a fairy sword." ”

Zhang Kuan asked, "Why is it a fairy knife?"

The old man replied, "Because it doesn't hurt to cut people, and there is a kind of ghost knife, if you touch it, as long as you scratch a little skin, it will bleed until it runs dry." ”

Zhang Kuan looked at his wound and said, "It's not bleeding again, why don't you bring me the Yin Soul Knife?"

The old man glanced at him, "That can be said to be there, this knife can have the effect of cutting people without pain, and I don't know how many generations of hard work have taken to refine it." Besides, in your current situation, it's useless to use the Yin Soul Knife. ”

Zhang Kuan was puzzled and asked why.

The old man said: "Your blood has deteriorated, it is not the same as human blood, you will know it later." As he spoke, he looked at the basin, and there was already a small half of it. Only then did he let go and said to Wen Long, "Go and invite the scum." ”

Wen Long was stunned when he heard this, "Who do you invite?"

The old man sighed, "Go and bring the turtle shell from the courtyard." Wen Long understood, and went with a sigh.

After the turtle shell was brought, the old man used a black brick knife to split the turtle shell layer by layer, and soon split the turtle shell into pieces, all soaked in blood, and the turtle shell was invaded by the blood, and began to soften and form a paste.

When the old man saw this, he stirred it with a black brick knife, and soon it turned into a basin of black mud.

Not long after Zhang Changgui's boiling water was also boiled, the old man asked him to enlarge the boiling water into the iron basin, put the black and red mud plastic basin into it, and rely on the water temperature to warm the mud.

Estimating that the temperature was almost there, the old man said to Wen Long: "Look at his body, all the rotten and blackened flesh has been cut." He said to Zhang Changgui again, "You just grab the medicine mud with your hands, he cuts a piece of meat, and you apply a piece of mud, only in this way can you save Junbao's life." ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Kuan became anxious, and said: "No, no, no, I will be half dead after the meat is cut, and I don't know if this mud has been sterilized and disinfected, and wiping my wound doesn't directly kill me?"

Zhang Changgui hurriedly comforted, "Don't worry, the old gentleman is a strange person, and what he said makes sense." ”

Zhang Kuan shook his head again and again, "I don't think it makes sense to use this blood mud to rub it on me, it's nonsense." ”

Seeing that Zhang Kuan was not cooperative, the old man groaned and said, "Do you know what the thing that was drained of blood by you is?"

"Isn't it just a turtle?

The old gentleman shook his head, "That's not a turtle, it's a swag, or rather, it's called a swag, I don't know what it is, but I know it's magical." ”

Zhang Kuan smiled, "Magic is also a turtle, can he still speak?"

Seeing Zhang Kuan say this, the old gentleman's face changed, and Zhengse reprimanded, "I can't speak, but my IQ is not low." ”

IQ? Zhang Kuan looked at his thumb and said in his heart that the turtle grandson's brain is as big as his own thumb?

Seeing that Zhang Kuan didn't believe it, the old gentleman didn't explain much, and said to Wen Long, "Cut his flesh." ”

didn't think that Wenlong didn't listen to him, and also made a contemplative statement: "Cutting meat, but you have to say that it is open, there is a scientific basis for this?"

Zhang Kuan smiled, cutting meat with mud paste, and it would be a ghost to be able to tell a scientific basis.

He said, "Have you ever seen a pear? Yes, it is a mixture of pears and apples, which are rounder and firmer than pears, and sweeter than apple juice. ”

After finishing speaking, Wen Long nodded, "Yes, it makes sense, what does this have to do with Junbao?"

The old gentleman said: "Junbao drank the blood of the scum, his own blood kept spitting out, blood is the essence of people, the essence is gone, the person is gone, Junbao has vomited blood for three days now, at most one night, he will die." Now it seems that for some reason, Junbao's body can adapt to the blood of the swagger, which is a good thing, but his flesh and bones are not worthy of the blood, if you don't use the skin and bones of the swagger to paste, I'm afraid that in a few days, all the flesh and blood on Junbao's body will fall off and become a white bone. ”

Zhang Kuan's first reaction was that it was nonsense! This is pseudoscience and superstition.

The old gentleman obviously didn't want to explain more, and with a swing of his head, Wen Long slashed Zhang Kuan's neck with a knife, causing Zhang Kuan to faint.

Then, the three men worked together to cut off all the rotten flesh on Zhang Kuan's body, then smeared black mud all over his body, and wrapped it in bandages when he was done.

After doing this, the three of them were very tired, and they sat down to rest. After a while, Mr. Zhu got up and bowed his hand to Zhang Changgui, "Today's matter is over, I have never done anything harmful in my life, but I was angry twenty years ago and cheated you, and today this matter can be regarded as a return to you, whether it is a blessing or a curse in the future, it has nothing to do with me, so don't pass it over." ”

After saying that, Mr. Zhu turned around and left, Zhang Changgui was dizzy by what he said, and was about to catch up and ask, when he raised his footsteps, he felt that it was dark in front of him, and he was about to fall, but fortunately, Wenlong held on and did not fall.

When I got my breath down, I ran out to see that the old gentleman was gone.

Back in the house, Zhang Changgui still muttered to himself, he cheated me 20 years ago? Could it be that what happened 20 years ago has something to do with him?

Wen Long saw him chattering, so he shook his hand in front of him and said, "Don't mumble, the crooked old man is not an ordinary person." ”

Zhang Changgui asked, "How do you know?"

Wenlong took out his black brick knife in his hand and worried, and said, "I don't know if this thing is Sa, he said it is a fairy knife, I want to think that what he said makes sense, this knife is the pig knife that my master used to use, every time he chops the pig, the pig is smiling and letting him do whatever he wants, I have never understood why, I only know today, it turns out that this knife does not hurt to cut meat." ”

After speaking, Wen Long came to his hand, and the blood flowed like an infusion, but he happily showed Changgui, "Look, it really doesn't hurt, do you want to be on fire?" (Taiwanese translation: LOOK, it really doesn't hurt, do you want to have a shot?)