With the help of Azan Songlin, Azan JOKE quickly mastered the mantra on the "Book of Prophecy", but he is not a Miao after all, unlike Azan Songlin, who has worshiped the Miao witch ancestor since he was a few years old, has experienced a ceremonial body, and is a genuine Miao witch doctor. BUT AZAN JOKE IS A MASTER DISCIPLE OF THE GHOST KING OF PENANG, WITH HIGH MANA, AND HE ACTUALLY MIXED SOUTHEAST ASIAN WITCHCRAFT WITH MIAO WITCHCRAFT, AND THE EFFECT WAS SURPRISINGLY GOOD, ANYWAY, AZAN SONG LIN AND NANYA ARE FINE.

When Samin came back from Chiang Mai, we all went out to celebrate again. Sha Ming had been an assistant to Azanda Linkang for several years before, and he was very emotional, but now he was very relieved to see that the culprit who killed Azanda Linkang had finally been punished. We persuaded him to stay in Thailand and become a licensee, so that he would not have to worry about running out of food with us. But the strange thing is that Sha Ming has to be an assistant to the black-clothed Azan, according to his words, he still likes to deal with yin card evil things. We had no choice but to say goodbye to Shamin, who had returned to northern Thailand and possibly to Burma in the future.

After the affairs in Thailand were dealt with, I felt relaxed and tired, so I bought a lot of souvenirs and booked tickets to fly back to Shenyang.

On this day, one of my old classmates had hemorrhoids again, and he had surgery in the first hospital of the Medical University, and several of my classmates went to visit him if they wanted to be better. After chatting for a while in the hospital room, I was a little thirsty, so I came out to find a self-service machine to buy a bottle of Coke, but there was only a machine at the end of the corridor on the third floor. I answered the phone while drinking Coke, saw two benches over there, and went over to sit down.

When I was on the phone, there was a man sitting diagonally across from me, and he was acting strangely: he twisted his head to the left and then turned to the right, very quickly and exaggeratedly, not like the normal kind of looking around. Sitting next to him was a young girl, probably frightened by his behavior, so she moved away. Later, the man's movements were even more strange, his left hand took the phone out of his jacket, but his right hand took it and inserted it into his trouser pocket. He struggled with his left hand to get his phone from his right trouser pocket, but his right hand held his left hand down, not knowing what he was doing.

The young girl next to him couldn't take it anymore and stood up and walked across from me, wanting to sit in my row. I saw the man reach out his right hand, as if to touch the girl's ass, but his left hand reached out faster, grabbed his right arm and pressed it down. The young girl glanced back, frightened, and hurried away to sit down next to me. The man gritted his teeth, his left hand was holding very hard, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were rising.

"What kind of exercises are you doing?" a middle-aged woman next to me couldn't help but laugh and whispered. The middle-aged man next to her touched her and motioned for her not to talk too much.

The man shook his right arm for a moment, then slowly let go, and then he got up again and walked across from the young girl, who was startled, leaned back, and looked at him in a panic. The man stretched out his right hand and slammed it at the girl's face, and before the girl could come back to her senses, the man's left hand stretched out again, and the palm of his hand grabbed the two fingers of his right hand and broke it up hard. may have broken very hard, and he screamed in pain: "Ahhh

The young girl was so frightened that she ran away, and at this time a nurse came out of the consultation room and called for patient 23, and the young girl hurriedly went over to ask for help, pointing at the man and saying that he wanted to hit me. The nurse looked at the man very strangely, and he quickly shook his head: "No, no, I'm also here to see the doctor!"

The middle-aged woman just now couldn't help but say, "What kind of illness is it, he's just here to take advantage of other girls!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand punched the security guard in the face, but his left hand reached out and grabbed his right forearm, this time directly against the wall, and said in his mouth: "Quick, help me!" The security guard was completely blind, and asked what was going on, and the man said eagerly Don't ask, help me hold down my right arm, don't let it move.

The nurse said to the security guard, "You can help him, this is the neurology department, he is very likely to have a brain disorder!" The security guard went over to help and held the man's right arm. After a few minutes, the man said that he could let go, the security guard let go of his hand, and the man's arm was indeed much more honest.

"Old problem?" asked the security guard with a smile. The man nodded helplessly, he didn't dare to sit on the chair, otherwise the people next to him would have to dodge, so he had to stand and wait for the call. It was only then that I saw that this area was full of "motor neurology" clinics. I had finished my can of Coke, I had finished the phone call, and I was about to get up to leave, when I passed by the man, and he suddenly stretched out his right foot and tried to trip me. If it weren't for the series of strange behaviors that this man had just now, I would definitely not have a special impression of him, and it is because of this psychology that I have paid so much attention. When the man moved again, I subconsciously ducked back, but I didn't trip. But at the same time, the man also stretched out his left hand to pull his pants back, trying to pull his right leg back. As I looked at him, the man shouted at me, "Fuck you!" and kicked me right in the waist, quite hard, and kicked me straight into the opposite wall.

The kick hurt my back, and before I could react, the man rushed up again. I quickly dodged, but the man suddenly grabbed his neck with his hand, pushed him back, and finally pressed himself against the wall opposite me. The man struggled left and right, but he didn't break away, and the man pinched it and said in his mouth: "Let you beat people indiscriminately!"

"It's still the same person, he, he kicked me......" I was speechless in pain.

The security guard was very angry and shouted at the man, "Why-" He swallowed back because he saw the man pinching himself, and his face turned white. The security guard asked what you were doing, and the man punched himself in the stomach with his right hand, knocking himself straight over and crouching on the ground. At this time, many people had already come to watch, and two old classmates who had come with me to visit the sick also came, and it seemed that they had come to look for me. Seeing me ask like this, knowing that I was kicked by the man, the two of them immediately became angry, and they were about to do it in the past, but the security guard hurriedly pulled it.

The classmate asked, "What's the matter, do you want to pull the offset?" The security guard hurriedly said that this person may be nervous, don't do it yet. Classmates talk nonsense, and mental illness can't hit people casually. At this time, a gray-haired male doctor came out of the consultation room, wearing glasses, and when he saw the man, he said, "Hey, why are you here again?"

The man clutched his stomach: "I—Am I not here to heal?"

The doctor replied: "I told you last time, let you go to Beijing Xuanwu Hospital to find Director Wang of the Department of Neurology, it is useless for you to come to me!" The man said bitterly, he had already been there, and Director Wang did not find out the problem.