"Thank you General Hong for your trust, let's go see Hong Gongzi first. ”

Yang Luo didn't expect that Hong Wancheng would believe himself with just one sentence, and he was quite moved in his heart, so he couldn't help but say something, and turned around directly and walked towards the completely blocked courtyard first.

"Old chief, you better not go in, in case you ......"

Just when Yang Luo and Jiang Hongxiang stepped through the blockade line, Hu Fengchun behind him stopped the old man Hong Wancheng who was about to follow.

"What in case? Are you afraid that I will die? My grandson is going to die, what is the point of me being an old man in my nineties alive?

Holding the crutch, Hong Wancheng roared angrily.

"Old chief, I'm doing this for your own good, the iron bones are already like this, if you have three long and two short, then how should I explain it like above?"

Hu Fengchun was also helpless.

In front of him is his old chief, and inside is the kid who he grew up watching, if he really lets the old chief in, if there are three long and two short, his responsibility will be really big.

"Confession, old man, my life and death have been written, and if they really want an explanation, you can give this to them. ”

As he spoke, Hong Wancheng directly took out a copy of the life and death written with a proclamation brush from the pocket of the tunic on his chest, and slapped it directly in Hu Fengchun's hand.

"Yang Luo, go in!"

"Yes, old general!"

The scene in front of him really made Yang Luo feel emotional, and he responded with a straight voice, and stepped forward to help Hong Wancheng into the small courtyard.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to whisper in Hu Fengchun's ear, reassuring that it was okay.

Hu Fengchun saw that he couldn't stop it anymore, so he could only shake his head and sigh, and followed the old chief's life and death into the small courtyard.

As soon as he entered the small courtyard, Yang Luo asked, a very strong rancid smell came from the small building next to him, and a vomiting sound came from the house, retching as if he wanted to vomit all the contents of his stomach.

"Major Hong, how are you, are you feeling better?"

The nurse's voice was loud and trembling, obviously frightened by the situation in front of her.

"Give me a gun, give me a gun quickly let me understand myself, I would rather die on the battlefield than live so uselessly, give me a gun. ”

Another weak voice came out, so weak that if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to hear it at all.

"It's not good, something is going to happen. ”

Secretly said that it was not good, Yang Luo rushed up the steps of the small building with one arrow step, and Jiang Hongxiang immediately followed.

Hong Wancheng, who was behind, shouted "iron bones" in a sad voice, and hurriedly tightened the room.

In a small room on the first floor, a foul smell permeated from it, and inside, a frightened pale female nurse was hurrying out of it with a basin.

There wasn't much in the basin, just some flocculent matter and some blackened blood, emitting a thick stench.

"Dean Hu, old chief?"

The nurse who rushed out almost collided with Yang Luo, and was directly held by him, and glanced at the vomit in the basin, Yang Luo rushed in directly regardless of the unpleasant smell.

Then he picked up the man on the bed and rushed out directly.

"Dean Hu, immediately ask someone to prepare sulfur to sprinkle the entire courtyard and this small building, and find me cinnabar and a brush, I want to draw a talisman. ”

"Ahh

Dean Hu sighed, but didn't react at all.

"Ahh ”

Yang Luo was anxious and roared.

He roared, and the latter reacted, and hurriedly went to prepare, and Jiang Hongxiang followed without worry.

On the other side, Hong Wancheng frowned slightly, watching Yang Luo carry his grandson into this courtyard and then put it on the ground, observing up and down from side to side, his brows were tightly locked.

"How is it, Yang Luo, is my grandson still saved?"

"There is only one last breath left, and I really can't save it if it's a little later, unless I invite someone high, but this time back and forth is definitely not enough. ”

Reaching into his clothes, Yang Luo took out a piece of yellow rune paper and pasted it directly on the forehead of Hong Wancheng's grandson.

"Brother, this is my last precious thing, you have to hold on, or it will be wasted. ”

Muttering in his mouth, Yang Luo suddenly sat cross-legged, pinched a few extremely obscure tricks with both hands, and then directly clicked on this rune paper, and waited until the dark black above Hong Wancheng's grandson Yin Tang slowly faded, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yang Luo, you...... Have you learned the art of talismans?"

After all, Hong Wancheng was a person who came from before the liberation, and Yang Luo's methods detected some ways at a glance, and when the black aura of his grandson Yintang faded, he also knew that his grandson still had a chance to save him, so he asked.

"Back to the old general's words, I don't know what talisman techniques, such esoteric and mysterious things really can't come, my few tricks are a few tricks handed over to me by a wandering veteran to deal with the head-lowering technique and witchcraft method, it is a move to fix people's souls, as for the art of talismans, to be honest, I really haven't had a chance to learn. ”

Yang Luo shook his head and explained to General Hong.

Feng Shui is a good way, and some metaphysical doorways such as mountain doctors and fortunes have been regarded as sideways and feudal superstitions in today's society, and they are rarely popular on the table.

Only in the folk are still circulating some miscellaneous sects, the real Taoist system will either return to the mountains and forests, or it will be annihilated in the turmoil of the seventies of the last century.

As a soldier, Yang Luo actually didn't believe in this kind of metaphysics at first, until he really saw the power of the old Taoist priest, and he didn't believe that these were not tricks to deceive and deceive.

This trick of fixing people's souls was passed on by the old Taoist priest, who also believed that he would fight with people such as head-lowering techniques and witchcraft in a certain period of time in the future, so he taught him this technique of fixing people's souls.

In the past few years, on various occasions, most of the rune paper that the latter handed over to him has been used up, and only this one is still on his body, and he can't imagine that he will use it again today.

"The old Taoist priest you know must also be a master of the world, the sky has eyes, so that my Hong family's bloodline can be preserved, so that Hong Wancheng will no longer send black-haired people to black-haired people. ”

Hong Wancheng sighed with feelings.

"Well, General Hong, Brother Hong's situation is more complicated, I just fixed his spirit, and if he wants to fully recover, I'm afraid it will take a lot of trouble. ”

At this time, Yang Luo poured a basin of cold water down.

"I believe in you, with you, my grandson will be fine. By the way, his name is Iron Bone, Hong Iron Bone, Zheng Zheng Iron Bone, you can call him Iron Bone in the future. ”

For Yang Luo, Hong Wancheng at this moment is simply a delusion.