When Murong Lingfeng arrived, Qian Zilu's skeletal body was twisting and changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info her teeth pierced the flesh and skin on her face, and the flesh and blood of her already deformed face were blurred.

Murong Lingfeng turned around and drove everyone out and closed the door, leaving only Yun Mo. The little boy walked up to Qian Zilu and sealed several major acupuncture points on her body with golden needles. Qian Zilu quieted down and couldn't move. Murong Lingfeng tore open her clothes and searched carefully, and really let her find a foul-smelling wound with green water on Qian Zilu's calf.

The little boy asked Yun Mo to help her find a small bottle. She used a knife to cut off a piece of rotten flesh from Qian Zilu's wound, and put it into a small bottle with foul-smelling green water. She took out the needle from the mezzanine of the medicine box again, and drew Qian Zilu full of blood. Yun Mo watched from the side, Qian Zilu's blood was no longer normal red, but a little tan mixed with some green things, as if blood stains were flowing from rotten raw meat. Thankfully, they hadn't eaten in the morning, or they would have all had to vomit.

After doing this, Murong Lingfeng took out a palm-sized glass bottle, poured half of the colorless and transparent liquid inside into Qian Zilu's mouth, and left half to wash her wounds.

Miraculously, the fluid flowed down her esophagus into her body and spread into her bloodstream. Qian Zilu's twisted and deformed bones began to recover, and her messy hair, sharp teeth, and sharp nails were also shortening little by little to their normal length. Even the wound that had been cut by Murong Lingfeng twice before quickly grew into new flesh under the cleaning of the liquid, and there was not even a scar left.

The whole process was only half a pillar of incense, and Qian Zilu returned to her previous appearance, but she was sweating profusely and looking in a trance, probably because she hadn't woken up from the previous nightmare.

The little boy took another tube of Qian Zilu's blood, and at this time the blood color had returned to its normal bright red.

Murong Lingfeng called the old housekeeper in and asked him to arrange for the maid to help Qian Zilu clean up. The toxins in the body were all discharged, and the stench became even more pungent, and even the tattered clothes were stained with disgusting yellow-green soup. "Your young lady is fine, let her rest for a while, and when she recovers, I have something to ask her. ”

The old housekeeper hurriedly agreed, his eyes full of admiration for the little miracle doctor. Murong Lingfeng showed his medical skills in front of him twice, and pulled the two masters of his family back from the ghost gate, and in Qian Jin's opinion, this young man existed like a god. Qian Jin pondered, when the old man is well, he has to ask the old man to build a temple for the little son, but the little boy is still alive, will it be a little blessed?

Qian Jin's mind had already run out of the clouds, and Yun Mo called him four or five times before he heard, "Ahhhh

"Feng'er asked how your master is doing, is it better?"

The old butler nodded and replied, "Much better, much better." The old slave fed the master and drank a bowl of rice paste last night, and just now Chu Gongzi went to see the master. ”

The old housekeeper took Murong Lingfeng to look at Boss Qian again, and his complexion was indeed much better. Although the neck is not moving, the eyes are already open, and the arms can be lifted slightly. After all, a person with a kung fu foundation has a good physique.

Murong Lingfeng checked Boss Qian's pulse, and then changed the recipe and handed it to Chu Jin, asking him to mash it into mud to change the medicine for Boss Qian.

Yun Mo called Qian Jin aside, "How is the murderer investigating?"

Qian Jin shook his head, "There is still no clue, it has been reported to the official, and someone from the government came to check it yesterday, but there was no trace of outsiders coming in." ”

Yun Mo frowned, "What about the little concubine?"

"Aunt Seventeen was too scared and stupid, she was still in a trance. But Lord Xu was also suspicious of her, and now she was placed under house arrest in the easternmost courtyard of the Qian Mansion, guarded by officials. But Lord Xu said that if Aunt Seventeen was the murderer, then where did the murder weapon go? Yesterday, the official searched the entire courtyard and couldn't find it. Qian Jin glanced at Boss Qian, "The master should know something, but he can't speak or move now." Yesterday gave us a long look at us, and we didn't understand what it meant. I can only wait for the old man to recover for some time. ”

Murong Lingfeng gave Boss Qian a pulse, and Boss Qian suddenly tugged on her fingers and drew a few corners in her palm.

The little boy stopped doing it, "Hey, old pervert, why are you picking the palm of the little master's hand!"

Boss Qian made her so angry that her eyes almost didn't twitch. Qian Jin hurriedly ran over, "Master, what do you want to say?"

Boss Qian stared at the top of the bed with wide eyes. Murong Lingfeng and Chu Jin tilted their heads to look at him, but there was nothing. The little boy gave Chu Jin a look, "Why don't you go up and take a look." ”

Chu Jin climbed up and there was nothing but the ash that touched his nose.

Boss Qian was so anxious that he kicked his feet, and Murong Lingfeng hurriedly pressed his legs, "Old man, don't move, the wound will crack in a while, and the master won't seal it for you again! Okay, don't follow the blind toss, what's the matter, let's talk about it." Your money is just not going way, Lao Tzu has an accident, and his daughter has an accident, and they are all so evil, like hitting a ghost. ”

Before Murong Lingfeng's words fell, Boss Qian knocked on the bed several times. Yun Mo and Chu Jin glanced at each other, "Boss Qian, do you mean to see a ghost?"

"Bangbangbang" Boss Qian began to knock on the bed board again. Murong Lingfeng patted his hand and interrupted him, "Old man, you can't do this. If yes, knock twice, if not, knock once. Come on, come on, let's come one by one! Do you see ghosts?"

"Bangbang!" Boss Qian knocked twice.

Several people in the room looked at each other.

"What does that ghost look like?" Chu Jin asked.

Murong Lingfeng looked at him with disdain, "How did he knock on this question you asked?" You have to ask this, old man Qian, do you know this ghost?"

Chu Jin raised his forehead, is this question so advanced? Who knows ghosts.

But Boss Qian knocked on the bed board twice at this time. The four people in the room were dumbfounded, they really knew each other!

Chu Jin couldn't figure it out, there were really ghosts in this world, he had only met people who pretended to be ghosts.

The little boy held his face and thought, who could it be?

The old housekeeper said a series of names in Boss Qian's ear, Boss Qian's hand was about to break, and he was anxious in his heart, who is this, what three cents and two dogs, I have never heard of it, where did he go!

Yun Mo grabbed Murong Lingfeng's hand, "Why did Boss Qian pick your palm just now?"

"That's right. Murong Lingfeng gestured left and right in his hand.

Chu Jin stared at it for a long time, "Is this a personal character, or is it a personal character?"

Qian Jin began to wonder whose name had these two words in it.

Murong Lingfeng held his head with one hand and looked at the sky, "Isn't there still 'eight' in one stroke?"

"Bangbang", Boss Qian knocked on the bed board twice.

The four of them were shocked, it turned out to be an "eight" character, and if the word "eight" is used, isn't that ......

"Aunt Eight!" several people said in unison.

Boss Qian "bang", and the bed board knocked loudly.

Murong Ling jumped up from the bed all of a sudden, just now he really didn't take Boss Qian's words seriously, the little boy only believes that people have souls, but he doesn't believe in ghosts, most likely Boss Qian is wrong, but suddenly a name that everyone knows pops up, and the atmosphere is suddenly different.

Chu Jin frowned, "Is Eighth Aunt Tai really dead?"

"It's dead, it's dead, the old slave personally took someone to bury it!" Qian Jin said with his feet, he saw people buried with his own eyes.

Yun Mo listened but thought for a while, is he really dead?"Money Guan ......" Yun Mo had just said two words, and suddenly there was a violent knock on the door, "Lord Wang, Lord Wang, it's not good!"

Chu Jin laughed out loud when he heard Su Ying's voice, and his fear suddenly dissipated without a trace, he walked over and opened the door of the house, "Little Su Su, you are really about to become a crow." ”

"No, my lord. Su Ying dragged people into the house with an anxious face, "Is Murong here? Come and save people, he's dying!"

Chu Jin glanced at the people on the ground, the blood holes all over his body were about to poke into a sieve, and blood was still dripping out, "Oh, what a lot of hatred this must be." ”

Murong Lingfeng stood aside with his arms crossed, "Go outside and dig some mud......"

"Okay," Su Ying was about to run out again before he could catch his breath.

"Give him some water and plug all the holes. ”

Su Ying stopped at the door, "Aren't you trying to save people?"

Murong Lingfeng rolled his eyes, "How can you save it when it's like this? Do you still expect the young master to sew him hole by hole? That young master should not be a doctor and directly change his career to be an embroiderer, weaving cloth is faster than saving him!"

"But he ......," Su Ying pointed to the people on the ground with some reluctance, "but he is a very important witness!"

Chu Jin squatted down and turned the person over, and when he saw his face, several people were a little stunned, "Yohe, isn't this Zhao Yuanzhi?"

Boss Qian, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but clench his hands when he heard Zhao Yuanzhi's name. The old housekeeper was also angry, sighed and cursed, "I didn't expect him to have today, it's really good and evil have their own rewards!"

Murong Lingfeng and Yun Mo thought of the masked man's words last night, that person had just reminded them of Zhao Yuanzhi's matter, but Zhao Yuanzhi became like this one day, what is the connection between this? Who is that person?

Since it is Zhao Yuanzhi, he really can't help it, but this is really embarrassing for the little boy.

Chu Jin and Su Ying worked together to put Zhao Yuanzhi in the room next to Boss Qian, Murong Lingfeng pricked Zhao Yuanzhi a few needles, and fed him an earthy yellow pill, she reluctantly took out a few boxes of ointment and handed it to Chu Jin, asking him to apply it to Zhao Yuanzhi, "The person who injured him avoided paying it back, and specifically attacked the most painful place." This will not kill you immediately, but you will be in pain and eventually die of blood. It seems that there is a real hatred. ”

"Speaking of which," Chu Jin gave Zhao Yuan the medicine, and asked Su Ying, "Who pierced his hole?"

"But, it may be ......" Su Ying shrunk her neck and swallowed her saliva, "Ghost piercing!"