Speaking of curing the disease, Ling Zikai remembered Chen Yi and Old Man Chen's symptoms at that time.

According to Old Man Chen's explanation, they were suffering from a strange illness after being cured of a hereditary disease suffered from by their clansmen.

However, according to Ling Zikai's current speculation, the cause of their illness was most likely caused by radiation of some kind of energy.

"Chen Yi, take the liberty of asking, what method did you use to heal the clansmen in the first place?"

Seeing that Chen Yi hesitated a little, Ling Zikai hurriedly added: "If this matter involves the secrets of your Kamo clan, there is no need to say it!"

Chen Yi glanced at Ling Zikai with disgust, and said, "What do you mean by this? What do you call the Kamo clan, don't forget, you have long inherited the inheritance holy relics of our Kamo clan, and you are the great shaman of the tribe, is there anything else to hide from you?"

After being robbed of a few words by Chen Yi, Ling Zikai couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Okay!

Chen Yi stretched out his slender hand, pinched it lightly on his arm, and said with a smile: "It's about the same!"

Ling Zikai subconsciously touched the place where he was pinched, but he didn't expect it to touch Chen Yi's palm that had not yet let go. Feeling Chen Yi's soft and boneless slender hand, Ling Zikai felt a little heartbeat, and quickly retracted his palm as if he had been electrocuted.

Chen Yi's face was also slightly red, and he asked softly, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you just now?"

Ling Zikai pretended to be calm and said, "It's okay!"

"If my grandfather and I were to heal the people of the tribe, it was very simple, which was to keep stroking the patient's forehead with our hands while reciting the mantras handed down by our ancestors. Wait until the mantra is finished, let the patient sleep and wake up with a cure!"

Ling Zikai said with some suspicion: "It's that simple?"

Chen Yi nodded: "Actually, don't say it's an outsider, even I feel a little unbelievable, but it's true." Just like you, didn't you just press a few clicks on me and cure my illness?"

Ling Zikai secretly said in his heart: Can this be compared to me?

Of course he wouldn't say this, and then he was shocked: every time he treated, outsiders were not allowed to be present, and he also made the other party faint, no one saw it at all, how did she know about the treatment process?

After thinking about it, I remembered the last time I was in the forest farm, because Chen Yi was in danger of her life at that time, and in a hurry, I treated her in front of Old Man Chen, and I must have told her afterwards.

"Didn't you use some other props?" Ling Zikai didn't dwell on the question and continued to ask, "It's like those Taoist priests who have to hold a sword in their hands when they exorcise ghosts. ”

"You think I'm like those wizards who pretend to be gods and dance gods!"

Chen Yi glanced at Ling Zikai with some dissatisfaction, and pinched it hard with his fingers on the palm that was pulling him.

Ling Zikai secretly smiled bitterly in his heart: Does this woman have a special hobby, why does she always like to pinch people with her fingers!

"Why did you suddenly ask this question?" asked Chen Yi puzzled.

Ling Zikai didn't hide it either, and said, "I now have some suspicions that the strange illness you and your grandfather had at the beginning was not caused by the thousand-year-old curse as you said, and there are probably other reasons. ”

"What other reasons?"

Chen Yi's face looked a little cautious, he was tortured by that strange disease, life was worse than death, even if it was better now, but he still had palpitations in retrospect. Compared with Ling Zikai, she wanted to understand the root cause.

After pondering carefully for a moment, Chen Yi said, "When it comes to special things, when we are curing diseases, we all have to wear clothes that represent the identity of shamans. ”

"Where did those clothes come from?"

"Every shaman's clothes are custom-made according to his own figure, and they are no different from the clothes we usually wear, but they just look a little weird, is the problem with those clothes?"

"It shouldn't have much to do with costumes!" Ling Zikai shook his head, "Are there some things that every generation of shamans have to pass on?"

"Yes, the last time you were in the forest farm, the animal skin you destroyed was a token of the inheritance of shamans from all over the ages. ”

"Is there anything else besides the hide?"

"There are some things left over from the shamans, but they are not very important, they are just kept for souvenirs. I don't know if it's as different as you think. It was all in an attic of our old house. When you go to Hong Kong Island one day, I'll take you to see it. ”

Seeing that there was no result, Ling Zikai didn't speak again.

Neither of them spoke again, and there was some silence in the room.

Sitting on the same sofa, although he still kept some distance, bursts of faint fragrance emanating from Chen Yi's body kept entering his nostrils, making Ling Zikai gradually feel a little uncomfortable.

"Let's get down to business!" Ling Zikai said after taking a sip of coffee.

"Is that what you mentioned on the phone about the development of mineral water?"

Chen Yi said with some disapproval: "To be honest, this intention makes me feel that you are perfunctory. ”

As he spoke, Chen Yi leaned his upper body in front of Ling Zikai, stared at his face and asked, "Let me ask you, do you think that you have arranged so many good projects for the He family, but you have not done any good to our Chen family, and you feel a little unhappy!"

Ling Zikai obviously felt the hot breath exhaled from Chen Yi's mouth, hurriedly leaned back, touched his nose with his hand, and said casually: "Why do I smell a strong sour smell in this house!"

It's just that as soon as he said this, Ling Zikai couldn't wait to slap him in the mouth: Fuck, it's really a pot that can't be opened, isn't this deliberately uncomfortable for himself.

"You say I'm eating He Ling's vinegar? Hey, what is the relationship between you and her, why do you want me to be jealous?"

A malicious smile appeared on Chen Yi's face, and he leaned further into Ling Zikai, bringing his red, sexy lips to his ear, and said in a somewhat resentful and provocative tone:

"Have you really already done something to that girl from the He family? Is she really so tempting to you? Tell me, where am I not as good as her? In terms of figure, my breasts are bigger than hers, my waist is thinner than hers, and my legs are longer than hers, why are you not interested in me!"

As he spoke, Chen Yi pressed the proud twin peaks against his shoulders.

When he clearly felt the amazing fullness, Ling Zikai really couldn't hold on a little, knowing that if he stayed here any longer, it was very likely that something uncontrollable would happen.

Because deep in my heart, there is already a fiery thought that is about to move.