Chapter Twenty-Eight: Turning Decay into Magic Seek to follow, and it will be more exciting later!

Everyone on the lookers gasped, can such a face be restored?

"Song Mingjie, you are not from our village, and you are not among my invitations, leave quickly, otherwise I will call the police." Lin Xiaotong said coldly.

"Yes, I'm not from your village, but I have two villagers from your village here. ”

Song Mingjie looked at Zhang Ergou and Cheng Butcher beside him.

"That's right, as a member of the village, I have the right to expose Zhou Yang's true face for the people of the village, he is just a liar who sells dog skin plasters. Zhang Ergou dragged the girl to Zhou Yang's side.

Zhou Yang looked at the girl and saw that the girl was still holding an urn in her hand.

"As you said, as long as I agree to your request, I will help my mother buy a cemetery, and I can't go back. The girl looked back at Song Mingjie.

"Of course, how could I lie to you. Song Mingjie said with a smile.

Cemetery......

Everyone knew what was going on, it turned out that this little girl agreed to Song Mingjie to embarrass Zhou Yang for the purpose of burying her mother.

"Big brother, I know you're a good man, but I want to bury my mother. The girl looked at Zhou Yang, her eyes were pure and flawless on her face full of poisonous sores.

"Little sister, what's your name?" Zhou Yang asked.

"My name is Xiaohe, Zhou Xiaohe. ”

"It turns out that I have the same surname, okay, I'll let you bury your mother. ”

After speaking, Zhou Yang took Xiaohe's hand and went to the stage.

"Zhou Yang, can this really be cured?" Lin Xiaotong asked beside Zhou Yang.

"Can be cured or not, I can't look at such a young girl, ruined by a face. Zhou Yang looked at Lin Xiaotong with firmness in his eyes.

It was the first time Lin Xiaotong saw Zhou Yang's eyes like this, and it was difficult for her to link that bastard who always had a bad smile with the upright man in front of her.

Which side is the real Zhou Yang.

"Big brother, I'm sorry, my face can't be cured, and when I bury my mother, I'll come to kowtow to you and admit my mistakes. Zhou Xiaohe said with a deep apology, although she is not very old, she also knows that Song Mingjie asked her to smash Zhou Yang's signboard, and her face cannot be cured well, and it will always be with her.

"Who said it can't be cured, you tell me how your face is like this?" Zhou Yang asked.

"My mom worked in a paint factory and used to carry me to work when I was a child......"

"I see. ”

Zhou Yang nodded, the paint is poisonous, and children's low immunity will naturally be eroded, plus Xiaohe looks like a child from a poor family, and he may not have the opportunity to get good treatment since he was a child, and his face will become like this over time.

"Xiaohe, do you believe me?" Zhou Yang stretched out his hand and brushed Xiaohe's face.

"I ...... I believe in your big brother. ”

For some reason, she felt that the person in front of her was so kind, perhaps because this was the first person who dared to touch her face besides her mother, and it was a man.

Lin Xiaotong helped Zhou Xiaohe to lie on the chair, and there was silence all around, with seven points of sympathy and three points of expectation in everyone's eyes.

"Hmph, if you can't cure it, do you start playing the emotional card, it's useless, as long as you can't cure it, you are a liar, and when the time comes, I will inform the whole society about you and Lin Xiaotong deceiving the villagers. Song Mingjie clasped his hands and said sharply.

He hates Zhou Yang and hates Lin Xiaotong even more, as long as Zhou Yang and Lin Xiaotong can be ruined, even if they have no conscience?

"What a social scumbag. ”

The old man surnamed Chen shook his head, walked to the stage and looked at Zhou Yang and said, "Old man, I also know a little medical skills, I don't know if I can do it." ”

"Well, I need you to crush the cucumber for me. ”

Zhou Yang is also polite to have someone who knows medical skills to help, which is naturally better.

As he spoke, Zhou Yang had already taken out the silver needle.

Since he opened this spirit melon conference, he naturally came prepared, not only to study the four products, but also to carefully study the relevant knowledge of beauty in Shennong's medical arts.

"It might hurt a little. Zhou Yang looked at Xiao Hedao.

"I'm not afraid of pain. Xiaohe smiled.

Zhou Yang nodded and dropped the first needle.

"Captain Zhou, do you want to detoxify this little girl?" the old man asked.

"That's right, detox ......"

"But, in my experience, your method is not right......" the old man frowned.

"That's not right...... You mean you can be cured?"

"Nonsense, Zhou Yang, do you know who is in front of you, don't be rude. Manager Wang said angrily.

"Shut up. The old man scolded and then smiled embarrassedly: "Captain Zhou is right, I can't cure it, at least it can't be cured by Chinese medicine acupuncture alone, the best way to this situation is to go to the operating table, or slowly regulate it with Chinese medicine, so that there is a chance to cure." ”

Zhou Yang shook his head, the poison on Xiaohe's face had actually mutated a long time ago, and now it had been integrated into the blood, even if he changed his face, this would happen.

Acupuncture alone is indeed incurable, but he still has rejuvenation and true qi.

Only with acupuncture and moxibustion combined with rejuvenation can there be a chance.

A total of eighteen silver needles were all pierced in the face, Xiaohe's face was a little painful, and the people on the side also looked panicked.

At this time, I saw Zhou Yang holding Xiaohe's hand.

Xiao He's complexion obviously softened a little, and after a while, a black liquid appeared on the silver needle.

After a while, even the nose and eyes had black fluid coming out.

"This ...... It's impossible......" The old man's hands trembled a little, and he saw a miracle.

A drop of sweat slipped down the tip of Zhou Yang's nose, and it would rejuvenate the true qi to condition his face, which required great control, but fortunately it was just some ordinary poison, but it had precipitated for too long and consumed time, otherwise he might faint.

"It's still too low in cultivation, I have to eat the Four Seasons Spirit Fruit as soon as possible, so that my cultivation will be stronger, and I won't have to work so hard to treat this stubborn disease when the time comes. ”

Seeing that Zhou Yang's face was sweating, Lin Xiaotong hurriedly took out a tissue to help Zhou Yang wipe it, it was the first time he saw Zhou Yang so nervous.

The acupuncture treatment lasted for half an hour, but under the scorching sun, none of them left.

"Hoo ......"

Zhou Yang breathed a sigh of relief and put down Xiao He's hand, and then pulled out the silver needles one by one, and every time he pulled out Xiao He's face, a trace of black liquid gushed out of his face.

"Give her a wash. Zhou Yang glanced at the old man and said.

"Zhou Yang, how can you call Chen Lao, do you know who Chen Lao is?" Manager Wang's face was extremely unhappy, the reason why he came to the village was to accompany Chen Lao, and Zhou Yang, a small peasant, dared to call someone who even he respected.

It's a pity that Chen Lao didn't pay attention to Manager Wang, but was very looking forward to taking a basin and a towel to wash Xiaohe's face.

"It's so comfortable......"

Xiaohe took a towel and wiped the water on her face, and then found that the people below were all staring at her with wide eyes, even Song Mingjie, whom she hated very much.

Lin Xiaotong was also stunned for a long time before he reacted, and hurriedly took the mirror and put it in front of Xiaohe's eyes.

"This ...... Is this really me?" Xiaohe touched his face, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

The face in the mirror, although there are still small black scars, the poisonous sores have completely disappeared.

"Does it still hurt?" Zhou Yang asked after taking a sip of water.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt at all...... Xiaohe said happily.

"Miracle, miracle ......"

Chen Lao shook his head, and after a while, he took out a magnifying glass and looked at Xiaohe's face carefully.

"I, Chen Yuandao, have never seen such a thing in my life, and sure enough, the master is in the people!"

"Isn't it just poisoning, we're talking about beauty, do you think it's beautiful with such a face?" Song Mingjie's face turned white for a while, and his breathing was a little short.

Zhou Yang ignored Song Mingjie completely, just looked at Xiaohe and said: "Xiaohe, if you want, you can bury your mother in our village, the mountains and rivers here are no worse than the public fundraising in the city." ”

Xiaohe was overjoyed, and immediately knelt in front of Zhou Yang: "Big brother, thank you, my mother will definitely like it here." ”

"What, she's the one I bought. Song Mingjie said disdainfully.

"You bought it? Song Mingjie, this is a country where China is a civilized society ruled by law, and besides, you just promised to buy a cemetery for Xiaohe's mother, and now you don't need to buy the cemetery, you should leave quickly." Lin Xiaotong said coldly, and Uncle Guo on the side couldn't wait to take the hoe and walked in front of Song Mingjie.

"Zhou Yang, you drove me away, just because you can't make that little girl beautiful, I will still disclose your deception......" Song Mingjie was forced to retreat by Uncle Guo, but he was still unforgiving.

"Want to see beautiful women? Okay, I'll satisfy you. ”

Zhou Yang smiled coldly, took the cucumber that Chen Lao had ground up, took a bottle of skin lotion and a bottle of scar removal water, mixed the three together and applied them on Xiaohe's face, and then covered them with cucumber slices.

Song Mingjie began to take a big breath, the result was related to whether he could drive Zhou Yang and Lin Xiaotong out of the village today, and more importantly, as a business family, he knew what it would mean once Zhou Yang really succeeded.

Money......

Countless amounts of money that can surpass their family's money in a few years.

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Xiaotong removed the cucumber from Xiaohe's face and then washed it with water.

Wow......

There was an uproar in the audience.

Xiaohe's face in front of her is clean and white, and some messy hair can't cover this pink and jade face at all, and more importantly, the purity in her eyes, against the backdrop of her shabby clothes, is like a white lotus in the mud, which is fascinating......

Even if she is a little young, even if her physical development is not very good because of poverty, no one can deny that this is a little beauty, and she will be a big beauty in a few years.

Song Mingjie was stunned, he was a playboy He knows more about women than ordinary people, he has never slept with such a big girl, but he has never seen such a girl, with his experience, Xiaohe will definitely be a disaster level beauty in the near future.

"Count you as a winner, but Xiaohe has to come with me, we have an agreement after all, and the cemetery in the countryside is worth a few dollars, I can buy a million-level cemetery to bury your mother." Song Mingjie looked at Zhou Xiaohe with hot eyes.

Why does he like Lin Xiaotong, because Lin Xiaotong is the second beauty on the Binhai Beauty List, but now he has a better goal, a Zhou Xiaohe who in his opinion can become the first on the Beauty List in the future.

"I don't want a cemetery in the city. Xiaohe shook his head and suddenly took Zhou Yang's hand.

"Don't ...... Are you stupid, your mother probably didn't live in such a big place before her. Song Mingjie scolded, his eyes flashing a hint of viciousness when he swept over Xiaohe's hand.

"It's bigger here, and I don't like you, you're not a good person, Brother Zhou is really a good person. Xiaohe looked back and smiled.

"Zhou Yang, it's Zhou Yang again......"

Song Mingjie was angry and glanced at the village bully Cheng butcher beside him.

Butcher Cheng nodded, strode over to Zhou Yang, took out a piece of paper, and slapped it on the table, shaking off all the bottles of skin lotion on the table.