Zhou Ming was stunned for a moment, the movements in his hands paused, and he glanced at Yang Chen a little strangely, how did Yang Chen know that he had a headache?

Could it be that his son told him?

As a result, Zhou Yuelin next to him shook his head slightly, he is not a big mouth, how can he tell others about his father's physical problems?

"Mr. Yang, how do you know that I have a headache?" Zhou Ming asked.

"Xiao Sheng also knows a little bit about the art of Qihuang. Yang Chen smiled slightly and said.

Slightly understood......

I can't just understand it.

Zhou Yuelin is very familiar with Yang Chen, this guy is too modest, too modest, and it makes people feel like he is pretending.

Obviously, he has a very high attainment in antiques, and in terms of jade, he also has a pair of golden eyes, but he just talks about luck at will.

Now I say that I understand a little, most of them don't understand a little, maybe in Qihuang, he is also a master.

It's just that this made Zhou Yuelin more and more surprised.

This Yang Chen's body is like a thick layer of mystery, which is incomprehensible.

Antiques, jade, martial arts, all of them are masters of masters, and now they still know how to heal?

It's a little too versatile, isn't it?

"I also know, uncle, you should have worked hard for this headache, you may have gone to many hospitals and found various doctors, but basically nothing was wrong with it, right?" Yang Chen smiled slightly and said confidently.

At this time, Zhou Ming's wife had just come out with tea, and she was also taken aback when she heard this.

I don't know how Yang Chen could know so clearly.

"Mr. Yang, how do you know, for my husband's headache, we found many well-known brain hospitals in China, and even found a lot of old Chinese medicine doctors, but all of them were useless. Zhou Ming said quickly.

"Haven't you been to the Materia Medica?" Yang Chen asked.

"I've been there, Dr. Li Shixian from the Materia Medica, personally gave me acupuncture, but it can only last for a few days, and after a few days, it will soon return to its original state. Zhou Ming sighed and said.

Yang Chen's brows furrowed slightly, did he guess wrong?

Originally, I thought that the people of the Materia Medicado might have something to do with the medical immortal I knew, but it didn't seem to be the case.

If it was really the descendant of that medical immortal, this kind of illness should be easy to solve, right?

Just a few simple words, Zhou Ming and his wife, Zhou Yuelin and a few people, felt that Yang Chen's medical skills were definitely quite clever, otherwise, it would be impossible to even have a diagnosis, so they would have seen Zhou Ming's illness without leaving it.

"Mr. Yang, it seems that your medical skills are also extraordinary, I wonder if you have a way to cure my headache?" Zhou Ming's wife, Shang Wantong hurriedly asked.

Although she is usually a little fierce towards her husband, she can still see that this woman cares about her husband very much.

"There is a way, but it is ...... I'm afraid, my uncle can't bear it. Yang Chen smiled.

Shang Wantong nodded immediately: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter how much the consultation fee is, as long as you can ...... it"

"It's not a question of the fee, but I'm worried that my uncle may be reluctant to give up some of his antiques. Yang Chen smiled.

"Mr. Yang, you shouldn't be eyeing my antiques, right?" Zhou Ming was taken aback.

The antiques on his body are all his own treasures, even if he loses his life, he will never give them away casually.

"Don't keep your word. Shang Wantong glared at Zhou Ming and said in a deep voice, Zhou Ming suddenly didn't dare to say anything.

"Mr. Yang, the antiques in this room, if you like any of them, just take them. Shang Wantong said.

In a word, Zhou Ming's face immediately looked as uncomfortable as his dead wife, and he was about to cry.

Antiques, but his life.

Yang Chen smiled bitterly: "I haven't understood what I mean, forget it, I'll say it slowly, uncle's illness, how to say it, strictly speaking, it is not a disease, so ordinary hospitals can't detect anything at all, Chinese medicine and Western medicine are basically useless, so I can only prescribe you some painkillers." ”

"It's not a disease, then why do I have a headache?" Zhou Ming was a little weird.

"Let's put it this way, uncle, you have been contaminated with too many things that should not be contaminated, such as yin, evil, and evil spirits. Yang Chen said.

Yin, evil, evil?

What is this?

Didn't you talk about curing diseases at first, but why did you suddenly get to it again?

Why does it sound so mysterious?

"Antiques, many of which have been handed down, and a large part of which have been dug up from graves. Yang Chen said quietly.

"What is dug up in the grave is inherently sinister with a strong sinister aura. ”

"When the tomb is dug up, some of these evil spirits will be dispersed, and the remaining part will remain on the antiques, and the tomb robbers will be the first to suffer, so often those tomb robbers will not die well, and there are many people who die at a young age for various reasons. Yang Chen continued.

"Haha, what a sinister atmosphere, you are superstitious, I didn't expect Mr. Yang to believe in these things at such a young age. Zhou Ming laughed.

"Shut up and keep me silent. Shang Wantong glanced at Zhou Ming and said in a deep voice.

Zhou Ming's laughter suddenly stopped, and it could be seen that in front of Shang Wantong, Zhou Ming was really eaten to death.

Shang Wantong personally poured a cup of tea for Yang Chen: "Mr. Yang, you continue." ”

Women, perhaps, are naturally more convinced in this regard.

"Tomb robbers, first of all, people who have been in contact with these antiques in the middle will be affected to some extent, but the time is short, the yin and evil breath is too late to enter the body, at most it is unlucky for a period of time, as long as the antiques are sold, they will gradually recover. ”

"Apart from the tomb robbers, the most unfortunate are the collectors who collect these antiques dug out of the tombs. ”

"Because of the collection, it will be kept for a long time, so the yin and evil qi will gradually be instilled into the body. ”

"That's the real cause of your headaches. Yang Chen took a sip of tea and continued.

"If I'm not mistaken, the picture of the lady hanging on the wall ......"

"There is also this picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix. ”

"This sterling silver headband, and this bronze jug, are all funerary goods dug up from the grave. ”

"It's very simple to solve these things, as long as you burn these things on fire, the yin and evil qi attached to them will naturally disappear. ”

Originally, it was only because it had been buried in the tomb for a long time, so it was contaminated with the yin, and it was not very strong, and it was solved by burning it with a fire.

As for things like bronze pots and silver ornaments, as long as they are burned by fire, they can also dispel the evil spirits on them.

Go up in flames?

It's just that when he heard Yang Chen's words, Zhou Ming's eyes widened, Zhou Ming knew that Yang Chen was not wrong, these things were indeed dug out of the grave.

I know it's a little unlucky, but I just like it.

Now that Yang Chen actually said that he was going to burn these things, Zhou Ming suddenly couldn't stand it, and shouted loudly: "No, you must not burn it, if you want to burn these things, then burn me first." ”

Zhou Ming had a heroic expression on his face.

As a result, Shang Wantong next to him couldn't hold back any longer, rushed up, grabbed Zhou Ming's ear, and dragged Zhou Ming back.

Zhou Ming, who had just behaved quite heroically, suddenly surrendered.

"Yuelin, you took out all the things that Mr. Yang said, threw them in the courtyard outside, and burned them. ”

These antiques are worth tens of millions, but Shang Wantong didn't frown, not that Shang Wantong trusted Yang Chen much, the real reason was Zhou Ming's illness, which had lasted for a long time, and there was no sign of improvement.

Regardless of what Yang Chen said, whether it was true or not, but at least it was a possibility, and he would never let it go.

Zhou Yuelin also moved quickly, quickly dragged these things down, and threw them in the yard to light the lighter.

Zhou Yuelin knows very well who to listen to in this family.

Seeing the jumping flames, Zhou Ming's heart hurts.

A big man actually cried and cried.

But the strange thing is that my head doesn't seem to hurt anymore.

"How is it, does your head still hurt?" Yang Chen asked Zhou Ming with a smile.

"My head doesn't hurt, my heart hurts ......"