Thinking of this, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth, showing a satisfied smile and a look of anticipation.

"It's all good. I have boiled all the medicine for you, divided it into ten points, and asked the big head to put it in the refrigerator, and then I will be fully recovered with one dose of medicine a day and another week in a row."

"Thank you!

Huang Rentang and Huang Tianhui were full of gratitude and smiled very happily.

"Okay, it's not early, I've been back for so long, if I go back late, my grandfather will be worried. I won't disturb the fun of the two of you, let's go first. ”

After speaking, Zhang Tianci waved his hand at Huang Rentang and Huang Tianhui, ready to leave.

"Wait, Master, I'll send you. You don't have a car, it's still far from Xiaoyang Village, I'll drive you back. At this time, Huang Tianhui stood up and followed.

"That's right, Master, let Radiant send you back. ”

"Okay, then there's work. Well, this bonsai can be put in the car for me to take with me. ”

"Don't worry, master, I'll let the big head send you back. Just ••••••"

"What's wrong?"

"I guess they don't even dare touch it ••••••. Huang Tianhui pointed to the plant and said with palpitations.

"Oh, you say this, I've just cast a spell on him to stabilize his primordial spirit and seal his abilities. If you move it now, you won't have any problems. ”

"Okay, that's good! I'll arrange it. ”

"Wait••••••"

"What's wrong?"

"Just like this, I'll draw you a picture, you can help me arrange it, and plant this plant in my yard according to the style and requirements of the drawing. ”

After speaking, Zhang Tianci came to the front hall of Huang Rentang's bedroom, picked up a pen from the desk, and drew on the paper.

He paints very finely, down to the coordinates of the yard, the degree and size of the north-south orientation, the detailed location of the plants that should be planted, the materials used, the method of construction, the place of placement, and so on.

Everything is explained in great detail, almost at a glance.

Huang Tianhui saw for the first time that other people's design drawings came from this.

"Master, you are really amazing, how do you remember so many parameters? People have to consult all kinds of literature and materials to draw drawings, and measure all kinds of dimensions on the spot. Why do I think you seem to have memorized the parameters a long time ago?"

"Oh, I've measured it before I came. Zhang Tianci said perfunctorily.

In fact, he didn't expect how terrifying his unconscious movements just now would be in Huang Tianhui's eyes. Because there is no such thing as measuring the size before coming, it is all because of his memory and the role of the Creation God Pupil.

There are two very special and powerful functions in my memory.

The first is the recording function, which can store all the information such as what you have seen, heard, heard, and the background at the time, just like a computer disk, and will never be lost. You can access it when you want, and there is almost no delay.

Just like just now, when he was drawing, all the detailed parameters in the yard automatically jumped out. Everything is so natural that I don't even have time to think about the superiority of this kind of bug.

The second is the imaging function, which can visualize the holograms of the scene at that time. When needed, he can create an illusory space in his brain through the Creation God Pupil, and project the hologram at that time, so that he can continue to find the data or information he needs in the image.

Just like this data retrieval, if he needs some special data, he can also enter the illusory space of the Creation God Pupil, enter the hologram at a specific time, and measure it on the spot through his eyes.

That's right, people use a ruler to measure the size, he doesn't need it at all, his eyes are the ruler, a kind that can measure time, measure the size, and weigh the bone fortune-telling. It's just that some functions are not used, and he is not very clear for the time being.

After a short time, Zhang Tianci finished the drawings and paintings, and Huang Tianhui also found the big head.

Zhang Tianci told Datou about the construction methods and construction essentials, and then handed over the drawings to him, and he arranged them.

Before leaving, Zhang Tianci went in again to say hello to Huang Rentang, while Huang Tianhui pulled his big head to the side and muttered an explanation.

Coming out of Huang Rentang's hometown, Zhang Tianci got into Huang Tianhui's Bentley and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

And Huang Tianhui sat in the driver's seat, and for the first time he drove Zhang Tianci, he was still a little nervous.

Not long after, Huang Tianhui's car drove into the city, and when he passed by the entrance of a kindergarten, he suddenly found a group of people gathered together.

It seemed to be quarreling, and a lot of people surrounded him one after another, Huang Tianhui's first feeling was that something big should have happened.

However, no matter how big the matter is, it is not as big as sending Master Zhang home.

"Stop, what's going on in front of you?" Zhang Tianci stared at the group of people in front of him, pointed with his finger, and said to Huang Tianhui.

"Maybe it's a quarrel!" Huang Tianhui looked at the scene in front of him and responded while slowing down.

"Hey, no, it looks like someone has been hit••••••" Slowly approaching, Huang Tianhui saw that there seemed to be an old woman lying on the ground among the surrounding people.

"Someone must have been hit, or an old woman! Master, do you want to go and see?"

"Let's go, let's see!"

Huang Tianhui was very alert to find a neutral gear suitable for parking, one accelerated, the body twisted, and parked the car in place very quickly.

Hurriedly got out of the car, trotted all the way to the co-pilot's position, pulled the car door, asked Zhang Tianci to come out, locked the car door, and followed Zhang Tianci towards the crowd.

A crowd of people surrounded a woman who was constantly crying and whimpering, next to two little girls who were extremely frightened and angry, and behind the woman was a black BMW X6.

At her feet lay an old woman with gray hair.

However, the old woman's condition was not good, her eyes were slanted, her teeth were clenched, her mouth was foaming, her face was purple, her body was ricketed, curled up and twisted, her fists were clenched, and her knuckles were white.

The shoe on one foot was also kicked off.

Lying motionless on the ground, it seems that he has been traveling west for a long time.

That appearance recorded the last moments of painful epilepsy.

The fear and helplessness of death froze in her horrified countenance and distorted form, and an extremely uncomfortable coldness and suffocation crawled out of her rotten shell like a devil, oppressing her so much that she could not breathe.

There were two people next to the old man, one was the old man's daughter-in-law, about 40 years old, who was sitting on the ground with her buttocks on her buttocks, crying and crying.

Next to the middle-aged woman is a middle-aged man with a flat head.

The man's hair was very short, and his temples were shaved clean by a razor, revealing an unusually shiny scalp, like a black-skinned pig with no hair or wax.

The plates on the top of the head are like steel needles, straight and vertical.

It's like a wire brush brushing fish scales, hard and filthy.

The wire brush may have been soaked in water for a long time, and the hard ends are all dry yellow, mixed with the black and some white at the bottom end, and it looks like a pile of malnourished but very prickly hay.

The man's face is long and his skin is dark.

I don't know if it's a skin disease or something else, but below his nose, above his chin, centered on his lips, just in a circle, the skin in this area is very red, like a chimpanzee with lipstick all over it.

The red part has a cockscomb-like texture.

The red skin is very rough, covered with very small red sarcomas, and the ends of the sarcomas are like extremely fine maggots, showing a dry grayish white.

The raised red sarcomas are densely distributed, making people's scalp numb and hair growing on their backs, which is extremely uncomfortable.

From time to time, the middle-aged man still scratched with his hands very enjoyably, and countless small gray-white debris were scattered in the void, like snow.

However, this "beautiful scenery" is very bearable, because people always feel that there are a lot of "fine maggots" embedded in the nails he scratches, and whether the falling silver dust is also attached to countless bacteria, but the first feeling of anyone who sees it is inexplicably nauseous and wants to vomit.

However, this did not prevent him from being emotional, giving very emotional speeches and personal attacks.

Look at him, with his feet straddling, his left hand on his waist, and his right hand pointing at the old woman lying on the ground, scolding the woman in the white dress who was constantly crying and whimpering in front of him, and from time to time with personal intimidation with ulterior motives.

His infectious performance and characteristic duck-like voice attracted everyone's attention. Curious crowds kept crowding, accumulating more and more.

Perhaps he was born to be an "orator", the more people there were, the more excited he became, scolding women with "righteous words", and actively interacting with some "resistant" people, telling in detail about his so-called case process.

While talking, he danced and demonstrated with emotion.

He continued to win the pity and sympathy of everyone, and threw angry expressions at the woman who was crying and trembling opposite.

Some of the old women who don't think it's a big deal have fully developed the power of their imagination, and within the scope of their understanding, they have begun to give conclusive guidance like closing the coffin, and are very "friendly" to put forward endless bad ideas to middle-aged men.

It's just that the man's description of the case has not been recognized by the woman who is crying on the other side.

Looking at her like that, she was very weak and aggrieved, and her mouth kept and helplessly muttering a sentence: "It's not like this•••••• it's not like this••••••

The two little girls who were stopped by her and looked frightened were also muttering: "It's not what you said, you lied••••••"

The whole style of painting indicates that the woman is the perpetrator, and the old man lying on the ground and the family members next to him are all victims.

"What's the situation?"

Huang Tianhui tore through the crowd, flashed Zhang Tianci in, and asked the excited middle-aged man.

"This woman, she killed my mother, she still doesn't admit it, and she still wants to play ••••••"

The middle-aged man trembled his hands, pointed at the woman opposite, and preached indignantly.

Looking at the gritted teeth, it was as if someone had dug up the ancestral grave.