Actually, I don't blame my grandmother, it's mainly me.

Of course, if my grandmother was by my side, she wouldn't have made such a big mess.

At that time, after my grandmother left, my body was basically able to move and I opened my eyes.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a yellow talisman attached to my forehead, covering half of my face.

I was timid, guessing that this yellow paper must be of some use, so I didn't dare to tear it, just lay on the bed.

After staying for a while, it was very boring.

I wanted to roll over and get out of bed, but my body wasn't good enough to get out of bed at all.

What's even worse is that my scalp started to itch again, scratching my heart and lungs.

At first, I tried my best to endure it, but later, I couldn't help it, so I reached out and scratched it.

A scratch scared me.

My scalp was covered with blood scabs, and they were all very hard.

My scalp was covered in wounds, I knew, but I never expected it to grow blood scabs so quickly.

Could it be that I was in a coma for a long time?

Or did the third master use some powerful means to make me recover quickly?

I didn't even understand it.

But whether you understand it or not, the brain and scalp are still itchy, and the thief has a few itches, and the itching is uncomfortable.

In fact, the itch is not terrible, the main thing is that it can't be scratched.

It's all bloody scabs, and I can't scratch it.

Imagine that the whole scalp, so large, itchy and uncomfortable, still can't scratch.

To this day, I still remember those uncomfortable experiences, and every time I think about it, it is very uncomfortable.

As a child, I didn't have much concentration, and after gritting my teeth for about an hour, I finally reached out and scratched my scalp.

As the old saying goes, thousands of miles away, the embankment collapses in the ant's nest.

Often, huge collapses come from small laxities.

As soon as I relaxed, I couldn't control it, scratching frantically, scratching so hard that I scratched all the bloody scabs off my scalp.

Scratching and playing is painful.

However, pain is better than itching.

Those who suffer from itching will be able to empathize.

It's really harder to itch than pain, especially when you can't scratch it.

I'm almost scratching, and my are back.

When she saw that my head was covered in blood and grinned, she was speechless.

I smiled and said, "Milk, don't worry, I'm comfortable."

It's true, I'm so comfortable!

It itched just now, and now it's itchy at all.

Grandma burst into tears, hugged me and pounded her chest, blaming herself for not taking good care of me.

I wasn't in good health at the time, and I couldn't say much, I just grinned, which probably scared my grandmother out.

However, grandma is a person who has experienced big storms and waves.

I have even seen my loved ones die tragically, so my little injury can't mess with her.

My grandmother immediately brought gauze, treated my wounds, and cleaned up all the blood.

She told me that when the third master came back, she must not say that she scratched her scalp, let alone that grandma had gone elsewhere.

I was young at the time, but I also watched a lot of romance movies, and I knew that my grandmother was afraid that the third master would be jealous.

I think grandma also likes the old village chief a little more, otherwise, the eldest grandson will not guard it, and will go to see the village chief?

The third master is also an old vinegar altar, with his bull temper, if he knew that grandma went to see the village chief, he would definitely fry the pot and would not save me.

Grandma's worries are also reasonable.

But she hid it from the third master, but she almost killed the third master, and almost hurt me.

I don't blame my milk, it's because the shaver repairs the secret technique of palm prints, there are too many taboos.

Even the third master, a big expert in this industry, rummaged through a lot of materials and literature before finalizing this matter.

He was also extremely excited, and as soon as he entered the door, he called Cuicui, saying that he had found it, and finally found it.

I'll never make the same mistake I made last time.

As soon as I heard it, what did the heart say wrong, and last time? When was the last time?

As soon as my grandmother heard him shout Cui, her face changed, and she said fiercely, "I cut your tongue again."

The third master immediately showed a frightened expression, and said that he didn't dare to dare.

The third master always looks like this, he is a capable outsider, and he does look like a hooligan.

My grandmother seemed to look down on him, so she told him to hurry up and get out.

He was not angry, took out the scissors, and sanded them on the gauze.

While polishing, the third master instructed me, saying that it would hurt to repair the palm print for a while, you kid have to hold back, and you can't scream.

I nodded immediately, feeling that this was another taboo.

But later I learned that the third master was just troublesome to me and messed with him.

He also noticed the gauze on the top of my head and asked my grandmother what was wrong.

Grandma said she was afraid that I would scratch it, so she wrapped it up.

The third master didn't doubt it, but said that it was good to wrap it in a little, otherwise it would be itchy and uncomfortable for a while.

As he spoke, he stabbed his finger with his scissors and smeared the blades of the scissors with beads of blood.

The scissors have two blades, and he applies only one, especially carefully.

When he was done, he stabbed my finger with scissors and applied another blade.

"You kid, you are the son of the king of Hades when you are in the clouds; Grandpa, what about me, Yang Shi Yang Ming Heavenly King Species, let's mix together, what bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods have to retreat. ”

The third master god muttered a sentence, like singing a tune, I was fascinated by what I was listening to, and he pierced my palm with a scissor.

I could hear the pop, but I could imagine how deep the scissors were.

Forget it after piercing, the third master is still screwing, and he is still turning.

In the palm of my hand there are scissors to turn in circles.

Laughing while turning, what palm prints are the numerology of a person's life, recorded from birth to death.

Physiognomy always says that palmistry is not unreasonable, not all cheap.

I didn't care about these at all, I just wanted to open my mouth and shout and ask the third master when it was okay.

But the third master directly stuffed three incense sticks into my mouth and told me not to move or speak.

He also said that after a while, black water will come out of the palms, and it will be fine, very fast, and the three incense sticks will not be burned.

The third master is a living immortal, and I am young, so I naturally believe in him.

But who knows, after waiting for a long time, I didn't see black water in my palms, except for pain, there was no sign at all.

At first, the third master was still full of confidence, but gradually, he was also confused.

Because I stayed for an hour, the black water didn't come out.

I saw the third master, who had always been steady, began to sweat on his forehead, muttering to himself what was going on.

When he was in a hurry, my heart was also in turmoil.

The door of the brain also began to sweat, and even the scalp began to sweat, or water.

I could clearly feel that the top of my head was wet, and even the gauze was soaked.

When the third master saw it, he jumped up directly in fright.

"What's going on? Why is your head popping up again? Aren't they all scabbed? ”

"The blood scab scratched him."

Grandma explained.

When the third master heard this, his face changed, and he scolded: "Acui, you are confused!" Why didn't you tell me? You're going to kill me! ”