Tie Cheng's sudden move not only surprised me, but also obviously made Zhao Chunquan stunned.

But Zhao Chunquan didn't say much, just smiled bitterly, and then slowly put down the trouser tube and tied it again.

"It's been three months, and I'm used to it, so I didn't scare you, did I?"

Poplar and I were silent.

Tie Cheng grabbed Zhao Chunquan's shoulders tightly: "Don't look at them young, but if you want to say that there are still people who can help you, I'm afraid they are the only ones, Lao Zhao, don't hide what you want in your heart, say it, they won't just look at it." ”

As soon as Tie Cheng's words came out, I couldn't help but sigh, it seems that he has also seen that Zhao Chunquan's illness is not just a physical cause, although Tie Cheng is only a descendant of the traditional martial arts Shaolin lineage, but after all, he is in the rivers and lakes, and his knowledge is wider than ordinary people.

And Zhao Chunquan's reaction was disappointing.

"Hehe, how can I be in this situation? Good intentions, let's go. ”

After he said this, he paddled his wheelchair and walked out.

Obviously, the heavy blows that have come one after another over the years have completely crushed this strong man, and he no longer has any hope for himself or even for life, which is the most terrible, to put it mildly: if people don't save themselves, how can they save them?

But from the moment I promised Zhao Yan to come to see her father, there was a causal line between me and him, and this line had to be broken when it came to the deceased. And judging from his situation, even if there is no Zhao Yan, I am willing to cause and effect for him again.

Naturally, I can't let him go like this: "Uncle Zhao, have you been having nightmares lately?" ”

Zhao Chunquan paused, and was silent for a moment before saying, "I'm used to it, as soon as Yanyan leaves, I won't be able to sleep well." ”

"What does the hospital say about your injury?"

"What else can I say, the hospital can't cure it, so be it."

As he spoke, he was about to leave again.

I stood up, stopped in front of him, and looked directly at him: "What about Gao Bing?" ”

Zhao Chunquan's body trembled, raised his head, looked at me, and then looked at Tie Cheng.

Tie Cheng nodded heavily at him.

Zhao Chunquan asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Can you help Xiaobing?" ”

I shook my head flatly: "I can't help." ”

"You have to rely on yourself, if you are a father and leave him alone, what can we outsiders help?"

I have now choked Zhao Chunquan's lifeline.

He can give up on himself, he can accept his fate and wait for death, but he will never let go of Gao Bing, the child who depends on him for his life.

If you want to make waves of his heart that has become a pool of stagnant water, you can only start from Gao Bing.

Zhao Chunquan smiled bitterly: "I ......"

"As long as you are in one day, he will not be reduced to the point of being unaccompanied and unsupervised, and give you another ten years, is it enough?"

The word ten years stimulated him fiercely, and his lifeless face turned red, and he stretched out his hand to me with a little excitement.

I clasped his bony hand with both hands.

He asked, "You, really, can you let me drag on for another ten years?" ”

I shook my head: "It's not for ten years, it's for you to be disease-free, and you can live ten years in peace, or maybe longer." ”

Zhao Chunquan gritted his teeth: "Okay, you can tell how much it costs." ”

I smiled indifferently and glanced at the black-and-white group photo hanging in the photo frame on the wall, which was a group photo of many military cadres, and Zhao Chunquan when I was young was in the middle of the front row, I couldn't help but be in awe, and asked instead of answering: "Uncle Zhao, should I call you battalion commander or instructor?" ”

When Zhao Chunquan heard the title of instructor, a strange look flashed in his eyes. I don't know if it's been too long since anyone called him that, or if my words reminded him of the stormy years of the past, in short, the decadent aura on his body has dissipated a lot.

Without waiting for him to speak, I straightened up and raised my hand in salute.

"Comrade instructor, the 81192 detachment of the 41st unit, the detachment leader Yang Lin reports to you, please instruct!"

Although I only reported a code name, it made Zhao Chunquan's body straighten suddenly.

This is the instinctive reaction of soldiers engraved in their bones, whether it is illness or injury, as long as there is still a breath, they will respond.

His cloudy eyes gradually lit up, and he slowly raised his hand, his forearm straight, and his fingertips were eyebrow-level. Although there was a rule in his time that he could no longer salute the military after he retired from the army, at this moment, he still did not hesitate to return the salute.

"Take a break!"

"Comrade instructor, Yang Lin was ordered to come to support, please give an order!"

"I ......"

"We all understand your difficulties, I don't need you to do much, as long as you answer my questions truthfully."

As soon as Zhao Chunquan made up his mind, he showed a crisp and decisive style: "Just ask." ”

I looked at the picture frame on the wall again, and my eyes swept over the photos one by one: "When you retired from the army, where were your injuries?" ”

"On the waist, there are still shrunnel near the waist bone that have not come out, and it will hurt when it rains on a cloudy day."

I shook my head secretly, although this injury was abrasive, it would not be fatal, it seemed to be after I was discharged from the army.

"After returning to your hometown, have you made any enemies?"

"Never, your Uncle Tie knows me best."

Tie Cheng shook his head: "No, Lao Zhao is a bright person, and people who are familiar with him respect him for three points." ”

I can't help frowning a little, if there is no enemy, how can I be cursed? And it's a vicious curse!

In fact, when I saw Zhao Chunquan, I was already suspicious, this human form is broken, and his yang life is about to end, but after all, he has not yet lost his breath, how can he reveal a trace of weak but deeply entangled yin qi in his bones?

At first, I thought he might have practiced a little left path technique, but on closer inspection, it didn't look like it.

It wasn't until I saw the wound on his leg that I was sure that he had been cursed.

Yin mantra, with yin qi as the medium, with the recipient's blood as the guide, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, will not be extinguished, devouring the recipient's essence and blood, will, and yang longevity, until the essence and blood are exhausted and the yang longevity is exhausted and dies, the recipient's body is tormented by pain, the spirit is entangled by nightmares, day and night are not at peace, almost painful, and many of them commit suicide in the middle of the way.

Different from Western curses, Nanyang head lowering, and Daomen overpowering the victory, Yin curses have an extremely long incubation period, and they not only harm a single recipient or group recipient, but also harm family members, children and grandchildren who are not contaminated with the slightest cause and effect.

From the onset of the recipient to the death, the whole process may last months or even years, if there is no understanding of the rescue, the recipient's soul will turn into a resentful spirit after death, trapped in the family house and cannot be reincarnated, over time the spirit gradually loses, more and more manic, the most direct victim is his family before his death.

Moreover, the signs of the onset of each mantra are different, and it is difficult to tell from the wound or symptoms alone.

If it is explained scientifically, this thing is like a virulent AIDS, which will not kill immediately, but will infinitely reduce a person's immunity, so that the latent lesions in his body that are not good will break out, or the virus that can be easily immune to penetrate deep into the bone marrow.

And Zhao Chunquan's vasculitis deteriorated sharply, the wound festered to the bone, and the yin qi on his body entered the bone and marrow, which was obviously a yin curse.

"Yang Lin, do you think that my disease was poisoned?" Zhao Chunquan was suspicious of my question.

I didn't correct the fallacy of his concept, and he was right to understand the curse as poison, and it was easier to accept.

"I'm still not sure, which hospital do you usually go to?"

"208 Hospital."

I couldn't help frowning, casting a yin spell requires his blood, and no matter how it is preserved, it must not be separated from the body for more than six hours, otherwise once the blood qi is dispersed, it will be completely ineffective.

The hospital is obviously the easiest place to get his blood, but 208 is a military hospital, and it is impossible for it to be infiltrated by evil sects, and it is almost impossible for the patient's blood to flow out, so it can basically be ruled out.

"Then do you remember whether you were injured or accidentally bled before the onset of illness and were seen by outsiders?"

"I don't usually go out, even if I bump and bleed, outsiders can't see it."

Could it be a high soldier?

I subconsciously thought of this person who was closest to Zhao Chunquan, after all, he was the easiest to get Zhao Chunquan's blood.

But this is also the conjecture I am most reluctant to verify, not how much I like Gao Bing, but because he is Zhao Chunquan's only spiritual pillar, if it is confirmed that Gao Bing is a troublemaker, even if I erase the crux of Zhao Chunquan, it will be meaningless.

With no clue, I had to resort to the sword.

Instructed Yang Shu to take a pair of scissors from the car, carved a spring character on it, and handed it to Zhao Chunquan.

"You close your eyes and don't think about anything."

Although Zhao Chunquan didn't understand what he meant, his trust in his comrades made him clench the scissors and close his eyes without hesitation.

There are a lot of particulars on the carrier of the sword technique, and to deal with his entangled yin spell, scissors are the most suitable, dividing yin and yang, cutting evil delusions, and perhaps cutting the invisible evil fruit line in the underworld.

I sat down across from him, closed my eyes and concentrated, and as soon as my senses were released, I could clearly see the limbs wrapped around his body, like a long roundworm-like yin qi. These "poisonous insects" wrapped around the bones of the whole body, pierced into them and sucked the yang energy in the bone marrow, leaving only a fist-sized mass of yang energy in his heart and mouth still emitting wisps, maintaining the little vitality he had left.

But those poisonous insects are already all over the chest and abdomen, probes the brain to peep at the chest, if there is no external force, at least ten days, at most half a month, he will be terminally ill, and return to the west.

I was surprised and delighted to see this.

I was surprised that Zhao Chunquan's situation was so dangerous, and I was glad that my sword technique had actually made progress, and I could already see the situation at the other end of the causal line, which was a great improvement from the last time I used it on Yang Shu.

Although it may be because of Zhao Chunquan's full cooperation and his own weakness to the extreme, my methods are more mellow and free, but my progress is definitely there, and the difference is only in size.

I didn't dare to be distracted anymore and concentrated on feeling the breath on the scissors.

Unexpectedly, the yin qi wrapped around Zhao Chunquan's body seemed to be sensitive, and instantly became fangs and claws, trying to block the connection between us, making Zhao Chunquan, an iron man, couldn't help but snort, and his face became more and more pale!

But at the same moment, the yang energy was already rising in my mind, a dragon was soaring, and a tiger was lying on its stomach, and it was like a dragon and a tiger, and then it turned into a line of bright yellow characters: "The yin woman is naked and the evil bat is fierce." ”