When Shi Yijian and the others came to the VIP ward of the hospital, it was already nearly evening. After carefully checking the medical records and color ultrasound pictures sent by the nurse on duty, he motioned to the fat man to bring the work box, and then took out the gossip bronze mirror from it, and searched Liu Hongde who was lying on the hospital bed, but found nothing.

Shi Yijian frowned and pondered for a while, and said to Liu Tiancheng, who was looking forward to it: "Mr. Liu, this way, you go back to the hotel to rest first, I need some time to observe, and please forgive me." ”

Liu Tiancheng frowned, but he nodded when he looked at his son on the hospital bed, and said, "Then everything has Master Lao Shi, if there is anything to do, just look for me, I will be on call." As he spoke, he handed over a business card. After Shi Yijian took it, he motioned to the fat man to send him away.

Back in the ward, the fat man asked: "Uncle, how is it, if things are difficult, we will directly refuse to forget it." ”

Shi Yijian didn't speak, he came directly to the side of the hospital bed, checked his pulse and rolled his eyelids, and finally looked through his entire body, but still couldn't find any clues. He shook his head slightly, took out his mobile phone, dialed Uncle Fan's phone, told him about the general situation, and asked him to come over.

Half an hour later, Uncle Fan appeared in the ward with a big cardboard box, and after checking Liu Hongde, who was hanging the bottle, Shi Yijian asked, "What's the matter, do you have eyebrows?" ”

Uncle Fan nodded, took out the tobacco grown in his own mountains into his pocket, the moment the match was struck, a choking smell of tobacco in the room instantly flooded the entire space, and after a long silence, Uncle Fan said: "It's hard to say, I think this guy is probably poisoned, and he still has to take off his clothes and have a full body check." ”

Just do it, the three of them quickly took off Liu Hongde's hospital gown, the fat man looked at a certain place in the house and smiled, and said: "I can't see that this kid is tall and big, but the key parts are underdeveloped." ”

Shi Yijian glanced at him, and scolded angrily: "What do you say, don't think I don't know, your thing is just like that, and I'm embarrassed to say it to show off." ”

Uncle Fan laughed when he heard this, a puff of cigarette choked in his throat and almost couldn't breathe, he patted his chest and coughed a few times, and smiled at the fat man with an angry face and said: "What are you afraid of, it's not that you can't use it, there is a saying, short and capable, right?" After speaking, he didn't pay attention to the fat man who didn't hit one place, and directly asked the two of them to set up Liu Hongde left and right, slapping and massaging, scraping and cupping, and finally took out a three-inch-long silver needle to directly perform acupuncture on various acupuncture points on the body.

After Uncle Fan pricked the last silver needle, he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, sat on the hospital bed and smoked the choking cigarette again. The fat man saw the opportunity, it was time to find the field, he sneered and said: "Uncle Fan is a good craft, this set of blind massage techniques is quite complete, I have to give me a discount if I find you to massage in the future, hehe." ”

Shi Yijian watched the fat man hold his sulk for a long time, and finally had a chance to spill it, he smiled and said nothing. I saw Uncle Fan inhale the last puff of smoke into his stomach and smiled: "My blind massage can push people out of, don't believe you look at him." ”

As soon as the words fell, the fat man and Shi Yijian both looked down at the bare ass of the benevolent brother, and the fat man blurted out: "Cut, where is the shit you said?" ”

"I'm talking about eye droppings and ear droppings." Uncle Fan looked at the two of them looking up this time, smiled faintly, and said, "Of course, if you have a wide range of hobbies, you can also take a look at his August 15 later." ”

While speaking, the two looked at Liu Hongde's drooping head, only to see that his eyes, ears, and nose were overflowing with a trace of sticky black and yellow, Shi Yijian asked, "Uncle Fan, what's going on?" ”

"When I was checking his luck just now, I felt that something in this kid's body was rejecting me, and now it seems that this matter is not simple." Uncle Fan shook his head and sneered: "If we help out, I think eighty percent of them will be hated by those guys." ”

Shi Yijian snorted coldly: "The evil demons are crooked, they don't conspire with each other, since I, Shi Yijian, have opened the door to do business, I am not afraid that they will come to the door." ”

The fat man nodded vigorously and added: "It is only natural to take people's money to eliminate disasters for others, it's a big deal, I put a gun in the store, if anyone dares to come over and smash the field, I will shoot one at a time, and let them report to Lord Yama." ”

Shi Yijian looked at the fat man's unstoppable expression, and said with a smile: "Eh, fat man, give you a brain teaser, do you know why bulls and cows run away when they see fat people?" ”

"Why?"

"Because the fat man not only brags, but also."

The fat man looked at Shi Yijian's disbelieving expression, and he was a little angry.

A quarter of an hour later, Uncle Fan stood up, pulled out the silver needle and the fire cupping bottle, and put Liu Hongde away, Uncle Fan said, "Fatty, it's time to show your strength and pry his mouth open." ”

The fat man glanced at Uncle Fan, pinched the corner of Liu Hongde's mouth with one hand, stretched out two fingers of the other hand and began to pick his chin. The moment he opened his mouth, a foul smell rushed out of the sky. The fat man screamed, quickly covered his mouth and nose with both hands, and didn't forget to say: "Wow, this bad breath almost choked Lao Tzu to death." ”

Shi Yijian, who was standing on the side of the fat man and watching the excitement, also smelled a smell of, he hurriedly dodged away, looked at the fat man and smiled, and asked: "Isn't this kid's saliva very sour, look at you have licked it, haha." ”

When the fat man heard this, he immediately shook his hand in disgust and snorted a few times. I only heard Uncle Fan say on the side: "Well, nine out of ten of these are poisoned." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Liu Hongde, who was lying on the hospital bed, and explained to the two: "I just used the pot moxibustion method taught by Old Man Shi to debate blood. Through luck into the body, the whole body is slapped and scraped to maximize his qi and blood, and then through the traditional acupuncture techniques, the various tendons and veins of the human body are wide open, and then the blood is forced out with a fire cup, so as to distinguish whether he is a curse or a Gu. ”

After a pause, Uncle Fan lit a cigarette, took a heavy puff, and continued: "Generally speaking, to distinguish whether it is a curse or a Gu, there are third, look at the eyes and ears, through the slapping of the whole body, the curse will not overflow anything, the second smell of the mouth and nose, the cursed person, the smell of the exhalation has a sour smell, and the Gu poison is generally the smell you just smelled, the last point, and the most critical place, is to look at the blood bruise brand pulled out of the fire jar, the black with white spots is the Gu, The spell is black and yellow. ”

Shi Yijian followed Uncle Fan's words, he looked at the fire pot marks on Liu Hongde's body, and sure enough, as Uncle Fan said, there were white spots in the black. Uncle Fan walked to the window, took the last puff of his cigarette, and sighed lightly: "When I met you, this kid is also very lucky, I didn't have such good luck back then." As he spoke, Uncle Fan unconsciously took out a cigarette, slowly renewed the fire, looked at the night scene outside the window, and was silent for a long time.

The years are like a song, the past is like smoke, looking at the street outside the hospital, the traffic is busy, the pedestrians are in a hurry, Uncle Fan's thoughts suddenly return to the evening of the 80s. Uncle Fan, who makes a living by feng shui, was setting up a stall in a small park, seeing that it was getting late and there were fewer pedestrians, and he was about to close the stall and go home, when he suddenly saw a thin middle-aged man with messy hair standing in front of the stall and asked Uncle Fan to calculate a hexagram for him.

Uncle Fan carefully looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, this person's face was hey, his temples were white, his nose was high and his lips were thin, and under a pair of eyebrows, there was a trace of black gas overflowing in his eyes. Looking at his hands again, he saw that the palms were calloused, the lines were not clear, and there was still a little mud hidden in the dull nails. Uncle Fan really has some insight into what kind of way this person does, he was born in a feng shui family, only because of the influence of the general environment of the year, the family was as poor as a wash, and he was locked up in a cowshed for several years.

After being released, I encountered the reform and opening up, the so-called troubled gold and antiques, and the 90s when the economy was booming, and those antique dealers were all over the streets. And it just so happened that Uncle Fan was one of the many antique dealers, in addition to setting up a stall to tell fortunes and watch feng shui, he would occasionally go to the countryside to collect some old items, as long as it was an antique, no matter where he came from, he would receive it correctly. There are all kinds of people who deal with them, farmers, workers, merchants, old men, and students, and the most contact with them is the grave robber who makes a living by digging graves and robbing graves.

Uncle Fan Jinkou said that he was able to confirm his origin at once, and the middle-aged man was immediately convinced, and told the reason for the matter one by one.

After talking, I learned that this person's name is Wu Shangfa, whose ancestors were hunters, who made a living from the mountains, and occasionally opened graves to make some windfalls. Nowadays, the antique business is booming, Wu Shangfa had heard his fathers talk about it earlier, saying that there was a prince of the Yuan Dynasty buried in the mountains of his hometown, although Mongolia was only established for a few decades, but the Tatar prince plundered countless treasures in the people during his lifetime, and a large part of them were buried after his death.

The geomorphological changes of the mountains, after hundreds of years, have been difficult to study, Wu Shangfa and his party wandered around the mountains for several months, has not met the specific location, no way, had to invite a powerful feng shui master to find the dragon point. At that time, after the two negotiated the price, they hit it off, and after more than two months of searching for directions, Uncle Fan finally found the approximate location somewhere in the sparsely populated mountains.

A group of seven people brought simple machinery and equipment, and after ten days of tentative excavation, finally on the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, several pieces of Yuan Dynasty porcelain were dug up at a depth of a few meters. Several people shouted excitedly, full of energy, and immediately rolled up their sleeves and drove at full speed, but just as they continued to dig deeper, the ground suddenly collapsed rapidly, and several people had not yet had time to rescue, and the six tomb robbers, including Wu Shangfa, were all swallowed up by the soil.

Uncle Fan, who was standing not far away and watching with porcelain, was shocked, stood in place and didn't know what to do, and only after a long time did he run down the mountain with the porcelain still stained with mud. It's just that he hasn't gone far, a gust of wind blew, and the frightened Uncle Fan hurriedly picked up a hexagram, and suddenly, he was frightened, and hurried away overnight, and quickly escaped from this place. When Uncle Fan, who returned to the village, thought that he had escaped the catastrophe, how could he think that a few days later, his son, who was a few years old, suddenly fell ill and died within a few days. After Uncle Fan's children were born, they did not survive the full moon, and in less than a few years, the husband and wife were haggard, and the wife was thinking day and night, and was often awakened by nightmares.

After reading the annals of the Yuan Dynasty, Uncle Fan learned that Mongolia has always believed in shamanism, and guessed that those tomb robbers at that time may have triggered the mechanism of the tomb and will all be buried, and he is because of the few pieces of porcelain dug up, nine times out of ten it was cursed by the shaman who served the royal family, so he ended up like this.