Long Zhenjiang was slightly stunned, some of the second monks were confused, he thought carefully for a while, shook his head, and said: "No, I have been to many countries in my life, but I have never been to Thailand, let alone dealt with Thai people. ”

"Elder Long, you better think about it again."

"Not really."

"Oh, that's weird." Qin Zichao frowned, looking puzzled.

"What do you mean, young man? Does my illness have anything to do with whether or not I offended the Thai people? Long Zhenjiang asked very puzzled.

Qin Zichao did not answer Long Zhenjiang, but raised his hand and plucked a hair from Long Zhenjiang's head. Long Zhenjiang was slightly stunned, he had practiced Tai Chi for decades, and he could be regarded as a martial arts master, but Qin Zichao had just pulled out his hair, and he didn't even react.

In other words, if Qin Zichao wanted to kill him, it would be easy.

Originally, Long Zhenjiang heard that Qin Zichao had cured Song Tianfeng's illness, and he had some appreciation for Qin Zichao, but it can be seen that after seeing this hand, he was not appreciative, but afraid, and there was a chill behind him.

After Qin Zichao plucked Long Zhenjiang's hair, he took out a lighter to burn the hair, and suddenly, a strange scene happened.

I saw that Long Zhenjiang's hair was like a living thing, and he kept struggling. Moreover, the hair was still getting thicker and longer, and in the blink of an eye, there was a strange insect as thick as a needle sewing clothes.

Seeing the scene in front of them, Long Zhenjiang and Song Mengjie were completely shocked.

"What's going on? How did my hair turn into a strange worm? Even Long Zhenjiang, who had experienced many winds and waves, looked frightened, puzzled, and apprehensive, and asked Qin Zichao.

"Elder Long, you have been lowered by someone." Qin Zichao pinched the strange insect that Long Zhenjiang's hair had turned into, and the strange insect that couldn't be burned by fire died, and then Qin Zichao threw it into the trash.

"Head down?" Long Zhenjiang's face changed greatly.

"Hmm." Qin Zichao nodded and said, "Elder Long, looking at your expression, it seems that you know that the head-lowering technique is real. ”

Long Zhenjiang did not answer Qin Zichao immediately, but looked stunned, as if he remembered some past events. After a few minutes, he let out a long sigh and said, "Not only do I know that the head-lowering technique really exists, but I have also spent a lot of money to ask a master who can help with the head-lowering technique. ”

"Where is that head lowering master now?" Qin Zichao asked.

"He's dead."

"Dead?"

"Well, forty years ago, it was before I was twenty years old. At that time, my cousin and I were doing business on the border of Dali Province, and by chance I helped the master of the head-lowering technique, so in order to repay the favor, he used the head-lowering technique to help me do a lot of things. Unfortunately, an accident happened later and he died. ”

Long Zhenjiang hesitated for a moment and told a dusty past.

Qin Zichao frowned and thought for a while, then asked, "Then does he have any descendants?" ”

"Nope." Long Zhenjiang shook his head.

"Oh, that's weird."

"Do you suspect that the head lowering on my body was given by a descendant of the master of the head lowering technique?"

"It shouldn't be wrong, because the head lowering technique attaches great importance to inheritance, and it is generally a family secret and will not be leaked."

"Aren't you a doctor? How do you know so much about head lowering? ”

"Hehe, in fact, the head-lowering technique is evolved from the Huaxia Maoshan technique, and the Maoshan technique is derived from witchcraft, and the witchcraft is the same as the way of medicine, so I also know a little about the head-lowering technique." Qin Zichao said with a smile.

"Oh, can you solve the head drop on my body?" Long Zhenjiang asked.

Qin Zichao shook his head and said, "That person gave you the Seven Fierce Descent, and there are only two solutions to this kind of head reduction, the first is that the person who descends the head voluntarily lifts it, and the second is to kill the person who descends the head." So, if you can find out who gave you the head, maybe I can help, if you can't find it, then I can't help. ”

Long Zhenjiang fell silent.

"Qin Zichao, is there really no way at all?" Song Mengjie on the side poked Qin Zichao and asked.

"Nope." Qin Zichao said.

"Song girl, don't be embarrassed by this little brother Qin, although I don't know about the head lowering technique, I also know the horror of the head lowering technique. Once the head is lowered, it is impossible to escape death. Long Zhenjiang said to Song Mengjie.

After a pause, Long Zhenjiang looked at Qin Zichao and asked, "Little Brother Qin, then do you know how much time I have left?" ”

"Seven days." Qin Zichao hesitated and said.

"Seven...... Seven days? Qin Zichao, you must find a way to save Grandpa Long, no matter what you ask, I ...... I did it all. Song Mengjie's face changed greatly, and she hurriedly said to Qin Zichao.

"Do you really do everything?" Qin Zichao looked at Song Mengjie, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile.

"You, ahem...... Qin Zichao, don't forget, you are now my subordinate, I order you, you must save Grandpa Long. Song Mengjie remembered the shameless requests made by Qin Zichao at the beginning, and her cheeks turned red.

"The heart of the doctor's parents, as a doctor, I will not die without help." Qin Zichao rolled his eyes at Song Mengjie.

"You mean, there's a way to save Grandpa Long?"

"Hmm."

"How?" Song Mengjie asked.

Qin Zichao hesitated for a moment and said to Long Zhenjiang: "Old Long, this method of mine may offend you a little, don't blame you." ”

"Little Brother Qin saved my life, so what's not offensive about it?" Long Zhenjiang smiled slightly and said. Although he was open-minded, thinking that he only had seven days to live, he still felt an unspeakable discomfort in his heart, and when he heard Qin Zichao say that he could save himself, of course he would seize the opportunity.

"Please also ask the dragon to die once." Qin Zichao said with a mysterious expression.

"Die once?" Long Zhenjiang's face was full of doubts.

"Well, I have a poison pill here, and after eating it, people will die without any pain. It is best for Long Lao to eat this poison pill within three days, as for the specific time to eat it, Long Lao himself will decide. Qin Zichao took out a black pill the size of a peanut and handed it to Long Zhenjiang.

"Qin Zichao, what do you mean? I asked you to save Grandpa Long, how did you give Grandpa Long poison to eat? Song Mengjie asked.

"If you don't want Long Lao to really die, just shut up." Qin Zichao didn't bother to explain to Song Mengjie.

"You ......"

Qin Zichao's attitude stomped Song Mengjie's feet angrily, but at this time, she remembered the scene when Qin Zichao healed Song Tianfeng, and after hesitating for a moment, she chose to listen to Qin Zichao's words and shut up.

After chatting with Long Zhenjiang for almost an hour or two, Qin Zichao left with Song Mengjie.

Originally, Qin Zichao and Song Mengjie were going to go back to the villa directly, however, as soon as the car drove to the city, Song Mengjie received a call from Zhou Xiaoqin, saying that something had happened to the company and asked her to go back to the company immediately.

In this way, Qin Zichao had no choice but to go to the Song Group with Song Mengjie.

As soon as the car arrived at the gate of the Song Group, Qin Zichao and Song Mengjie saw that a large group of people surrounded the gate of the Song Group and tried to enter the Song Group, while several bodyguards of the Song Group were blocking it.

"What the hell is going on? Xiaoqin didn't make it clear on the phone, what is such a large group of people doing? Song Mengjie's brows furrowed, very irritable.

"You're my little apple, I can't love you too much......"

At this time, Song Mengjie's mobile phone rang again. Song Mengjie took out her mobile phone and saw that it was Zhou Xiaoqin calling, and hurriedly pressed the answer button.

"Mengjie, are you here?" As soon as the phone was connected, Zhou Xiaoqin asked.

"I went downstairs, what the hell happened, why is there such a big group of people? I can't even drive my car to the garage. Song Mengjie said.

"What, you're downstairs? Hurry, hurry up and go to the back door of the company, don't be seen by that group of people you and Qin Zichao, otherwise, it's over. Zhou Xiaoqin's voice was very anxious.

"Why?" Song Mengjie's face was full of confusion.

Bang!

At this time, someone knocked on the car window, which startled Song Mengjie, she looked towards the car window, and saw a middle-aged man standing outside the car with a murderous face, and the people who had surrounded the Song Group had surrounded the car at this time.

Seeing the middle-aged man standing outside the car, Song Mengjie's face changed greatly.

"Song Mengjie, did you open the door yourself, or did I let people smash the car?" The middle-aged man said coldly, a pair of eyes that flashed with cold light contained anger.