Wang Lang's words were triolated, and his expression was even more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

It's not that Wang Lang is deliberately funny, but the smell is too strong.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital fills every corner like air, and in an overbearing manner, it drives away all other smells, not even leek pies.

However, when Chen Zhenguo took off his shoes, the pungent smell of disinfectant water collapsed like a dam bursting.

The most terrifying thing is that Chen Zhenguo's feet are still smoking!

The dense white mist steamed upwards, and the twisted appearance of tumbling and spreading was even more terrifying than a ghost in the eyes of Wang Lang and Doctor Hu.

I've seen smelly feet, but I've never seen anything so stinky, it's even more terrible than biological weapons!

……

After tossing for more than an hour, Wang Lang and Chen Zhenguo acted separately and finally dealt with the problem before dawn.

Dr. Hu has been practicing medicine for more than ten years and is a good hand at massaging orthopedics. gave Chen Zhenguo a few Han needles, and prescribed some drugs to promote blood circulation and eliminate blood stasis, and the swelling quickly disappeared. However, Chen Zhenguo's foot is mainly injured in ligaments and muscles, and he still needs a certain amount of time to recuperate.

Wang Lang's injuries appear to be much more serious than Chen Zhenguo's, but in fact most of them are skin injuries. The scraping on the surface had scabbed over and the expected fracture did not appear, only strained the ligaments at the humeral location.

When he came out of the hospital, Wang Lang's hands were empty, but Chen Zhenguo was carrying a large bag of medicine.

According to Dr. Hu's words, Wang Lang's physique will be able to recover soon, just pay a little attention. And Chen Zhenguo is close to forty years old and needs to make up for it.

Following behind Chen Zhenguo, Wang Lang's face was flushed. I wanted to laugh all the way but didn't dare to laugh, so I could only keep covering my mouth and making a "fluttering" sound, and Chen Zhenguo's lungs were about to explode.

That big bag costs fifteen or sixteen catties to say the least, and there are very few medicines in it that invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, most of which are for tonifying the kidneys and soaking feet.

Thinking of Dr. Hu's disgusted eyes before leaving, Wang Lang felt that he was about to lose his breath.

"If you dare to laugh out loud, do you believe it or not that labor and management stuff stinky socks that have not been washed for forty years?"

Looking at Wang Lang next to him, who was shaking like epilepsy, Chen Zhenguo's face was as black as the bottom of the pot. If it weren't for the identity of the people's police, I really hated to blow his eggs.

"Uncle Chen, I was wrong!"

Hearing Chen Zhenguo's words, Wang Lang immediately raised the white flag and surrendered, that smoking foot was like a nightmare, and he didn't dare to try it easily.

The car quickly stopped at the door of the police station, and Chen Zhenguo turned his head to look at Wang Lang, his expression suddenly becoming serious.

"I can't help you much, after all, this kind of thing ......"

"I understand!"

Wang Lang nodded, he originally went to the police station in the middle of the night to take refuge, and he didn't expect to be able to rely on them to solve the woman. The police are okay with criminals, and there is not much difference between facing demons and monsters and ordinary people like him.

"Although I can't help you much, I've been exposed to some related cases over the years. I've got the contact details of a few masters here, so go try your luck! ”

"Well, then thank you Uncle Chen!"

Wang Lang nodded, wrote down the phone number given by Chen Zhenguo, and left.

For Chen Zhenguo, being able to do this step is already benevolent and righteous. If it were someone else, it would be very likely that Wang Lang would be driven out as a psychopath.

Therefore, Wang Lang did not have any resentment towards Chen Zhenguo in his heart, on the contrary, he was very grateful.

"Turn around, but in the end, you still have to rely on yourself!"

Sighing silently, Wang Lang stuffed the paper with the phone number of the "master" in his hand into his pocket, thought about it and decided to go back to his hometown.

He now only has a set of clothes and shoes and 200 yuan given to him by Chen Zhenguo, and he can't go back to his home in Yulan Community, so he can only go to his hometown to try his luck.

Although Wang Lang used to reject those gods and ghosts, thinking that it was feudal desire, he was very filial to his grandfather. After the old man's death, all the relics were collected by him, including feng shui fortune telling, divination books.

Those books are all written in traditional Chinese, and the words and sentences are obscure, so Wang can't read them smoothly, so how can he be interested.

But now there is no other way but to hope that these books will be useful.

I spent more than 50 yuan to take a taxi back to my hometown's village, and it was just dawn and there was no one on the road.

Wang Lang climbed directly over the wall from the back of the house, smashed a piece of glass with a brick, and then came to the house.

A large wooden box was dragged out from under the bed in the bedroom, and Wang Lang couldn't wait to take out the small box that was wrapped in an unknown number of plastic bags.

The old man didn't have much left, only a few books.

Wang Lang's keys are all in his home in the Yulan community, and he can only pry open the box with a kitchen knife.

Carefully tearing off the plastic wrap wrapped on the outside, Wang Lang carefully rummaged through the books for things that might be useful.

"Mai Shenxiang", "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "Zhou Yi", "Sixteen Characters Yin and Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique", "Funeral Book", "Eight Character Destiny" ......

It took more than an hour for Wang Lang to go through several books, but he didn't find anything to exorcise ghosts and suppress evil spirits.

What the old man left behind were some books on feng shui fortune-telling, which had nothing to do with demons and monsters, and what Wang Lang needed now was exactly that.

"Could it be that God is going to kill me!"

Wang Lang sighed, but did not give up.

After the old man died, Wang Lang packed up his things after the funeral and left the village and moved to live in a community in the city. On the one hand, his only relatives have returned to the west, and he is not familiar with the villagers, and on the other hand, the community in the city is obviously much more convenient than in the countryside.

Because his parents died early, and he was studying outside, his grandfather was the only one left in the family. The old man lived in one room by himself, and the rest was used to store sundries.

After putting a few books into a bag, Wang Lang began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find them.

Tossed until almost nine o'clock in the morning, Wang Lang turned the house upside down, and finally found something in a pile of old clothes that might be what he needed.

It was something like a black envelope, similar to brown paper to the touch, and very tough.

The envelope is not big, and naturally it doesn't contain much. A piece of paper, a booklet, that's all.

The piece of paper was set aside, and Wang Lang grabbed the pamphlet in his hand, and his intuition told him that the solution to the problem was here.

Without the time to observe carefully, Wang Lang stretched out his hand to open the booklet, and a line of shocking words suddenly came into view.

"Taiyi Fu Seal Record, the upper volume is the parents, and the next volume is the descendants!"