"This... How do you know this?"

Zhao Pengcheng glanced at Ning Feng in surprise, and then asked. Listening to his tone, there was already some panic.

Zhao Pengcheng was very sure that Ning Feng should never know about this matter. He was right, the man who sold him the pearl of the night was indeed dead. As for how he died, Zhao Pengcheng did not know. I heard that it seems to have died violently. However, Zhao Pengcheng didn't care about this matter. After all, so many people die every day, who would have the heart to care about that person? As for the reason why Zhao Pengcheng knew about that person's death, it was because he called him to see if he still had any good goods in his hands.

But now that he heard Ning Feng say this, how could he not be flustered? Could it be that what this young man said was true? Will he really die this year? No, it should be Meng, yes, this young man should be Meng. He just wanted to panic himself. And then it's good to lie to yourself. It must be like this. How could I have died this year? Except for that strange disease. My body is still very healthy. It's going to be fine!

Zhao Pengcheng kept comforting himself in his heart. But the beads of sweat on his forehead had already come out.

"How would I know?"

Ning Feng looked at Zhao Pengcheng, who had already taken the bait, and then snorted coldly: "If you don't want people to know, unless you don't know." For this sentence. Haven't you heard of it? As I said, I am here at the Institute of Metaphysics of Chinese Medicine, not only in terms of Chinese medicine, but also in metaphysics. It is commonly known as fortune telling, but do you think I am really like those fortune tellers on the street? I can only deceive people? Heh, from your face, your fate has already been exposed. ”

As he spoke, Ning Feng glanced at Zhao Pengcheng, who was already sweating, and then at his wife, who was already flustered. Then he added another fierce agent: "Actually, your current catastrophe has appeared. You are in the midst of this calamity right now. And, you're going to die soon. You should be able to understand what I say. After all, the feeling of soreness and numbness all over the body is very uncomfortable, not to mention, from the onset of the disease every two days, to the feeling of getting sick every day. Gee... If I'm not mistaken, you won't live for ten days!"

After speaking, Ning Feng ignored Zhao Pengcheng and the two of them, but turned around and continued to look at the fake. Now, Zhao Pengcheng and his wife are completely panicked. It was their turn to beg themselves.

"I said, I just said that the night pearl is not good, it is a very evil thing, you just have to accept it. The man who sold you the pearl of the night is now dead! What about you? Something happened to you, too! If you really have any three longs and two shorts, how can we orphans and widows live!"

When Zhao Pengcheng's wife heard Ning Feng say this, tears immediately fell. She knew very well that Ning Feng was not panicking, and all doctors couldn't see Zhao Pengcheng's disease, whether it was traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine. I can't see any symptoms at all, this is not an evil spirit, what is this? Now Ning Feng saw it at a glance, and he also told the reason. How could Zhao Pengcheng's wife not be flustered. You must know that according to what Ning Feng said, Zhao Pengcheng doesn't have a few days to live.

After complaining about Zhao Pengcheng, Liu Cui couldn't hold back any longer, and walked directly around the table to Ning Feng's side, and then pulled Ning Feng's sleeve and begged with tears: "Doctor Ning, Immortal Ning." Please save my old Zhao. He never did anything bad. At most, it is greedy for small fortunes. Please lend a hand and save my old Zhao!"

Looking at Liu Cui with tears streaming down his face, Ning Feng sighed, and then said to Liu Cui: "Sister-in-law, it's not that I don't want to save it, but your old Zhao is here." The bead was no ordinary pearl of the night? It had just been stolen from an ancient tomb. Alas!"

As soon as he heard the word ancient tomb, Zhao Pengcheng was also trembling, and at this moment, all of them made the young man in front of him say it right, whether it was his own illness or the dead tomb robber. Even the Night Pearl, which others didn't know, made him right. Doesn't this prove that he really doesn't have a few days to live? Thinking of this, Zhao Pengcheng felt a little paralyzed. No matter how rich a person is, no matter how clever a person is, when he knows that he is about to die, he will all be terrified. Only the person concerned knows what a terrible word death is.

"Ning Shen Doctor, Ning Shen Immortal. Please lend a helping hand and save my Lao Zhao's life! No matter how much money you want, as long as you say the number, my Lao Zhao will definitely prepare all for you. It must be a penny. Please help!"

Zhao Pengcheng, who was already flustered at this time, after hearing his wife's words, as if he was helped, his already paralyzed body instantly ran to Ning Feng's side, and then pulled up Ning Feng's sleeve and begged. This speed was so fast that it scared the knife who was watching the show.

"Well, you were my first customer anyway. Forget it, save someone's life, and win the seventh-level floating slaughter. That's fine. I'll do good. ”

Looking at Zhao Pengcheng and his wife, who were constantly begging him, Ning Feng sighed. Then he said.

After finishing speaking, he walked to the table, then picked up a brush and wrote a prescription and handed it to Zhao Pengcheng, and then said, "Stabilize your condition first, and then talk about it." You take this prescription and go downstairs to grab it. Then follow what I wrote above and go home and take it. After three days, when the potion has been integrated into the body, I am applying a silver needle to slowly pull out your condition. ”

As he spoke, Ning Feng raised his head again and looked at Zhao Pengcheng: "After you go back, send that night pearl over quickly." That bead doesn't belong to you. I'm going to send it back to where it belongs. Otherwise, your life still doesn't belong to you!"

Hearing Ning Feng say this, Zhao Pengcheng nodded again and again, and then said gratefully: "Then trouble Doctor Ning." I'll go home and fetch the Night Pearl for you, and I'll trouble you about this matter. By the way, I don't know the consultation fee... ”

"Look at it. ”

Ning Feng waved his hand and motioned to Zhao Pengcheng that they could go back.

When Zhao Pengcheng heard Ning Feng say this, he even bowed his face, and then bowed to Ning Feng, and then left here with his wife.

After the two of them walked out of the room, Dao Dao looked at Ning Feng curiously, and then asked thoughtfully: "Old Ning, is he really like you said, there is a catastrophe in his life? That bead does not belong to him, it was brought out of the ancient tomb, so it is mixed with curses and other things?"

"!"

Ning Feng rolled his eyes: "This is an urban novel, not a supernatural novel." Where did you come from, what a curse or something? The reason why I said this just now was completely fooling him. No way, I always have to satisfy the first customer, right? Otherwise, there are many people like him who don't believe me. From our mouths how good we are. Of course they didn't believe it anymore. However, if it comes out of Zhao Pengcheng's mouth, then the credibility is very high. ”

As he spoke, Ning Feng touched his chin: "Well, his illness is really caused by this bead... ”