Situ and Miao Wuren had no intention of leaving.

The former was waiting for the boss to give him information, and then followed us on a trip, saying that he was going to see the excitement, but Qibao felt that it was like supervision.

As for the latter, Miao Wuren, his attitude towards the old man can be said to have improved a lot.

He didn't fall into the trap, but helped.

As soon as he heard that we were going to take revenge, he swore that it was no problem for the old man to hand it over to him.

Qibao is still very wary of Miao Wuren, and he also reminded me in private, saying that he can't trust him too much, this old man feels uncomfortable, and if he doesn't do it, he will hide conspiracies.

But I didn't think so, really, I still understand Qibao's prejudice against Miao Wuren.

As for what he said, Miao Wuren felt uncomfortable, and that was normal.

Miao Wuren is a Gu master, similar to a descending master, what he is best at dealing with living creatures, plus he has a grudge against us, and he almost killed me

If you can feel comfortable, then there is a ghost.

In the evening, the old man woke up, shouting in a daze, a little thirsty, and hungry, wanting to eat a bowl of noodles.

"I'll cook noodles for him, and you pour a glass of water." I said to Shippo, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

The kitchen is still the same, clean and spotless, very similar to the old man's temper.

It seems that it can't see itself dirty, and it can't see itself down.

"Brother, don't be sad, those grandsons will die at our hands sooner or later."

"I'm not sad."

I laughed, lifted the lid of the pot, threw some dry noodles down, and lightly hit it twice with my chopsticks.

"Actually, the old man is quite strong." Chang Longxiang stood by and watched, as if talking to himself, muttering: "He must be uncomfortable now, but he is afraid that we will worry, so"

"I know it all." I rubbed my eyes and whispered, "He has a strong personality, and he will have to use a wheelchair when he goes out in the future, and this kind of day is torture for him." ”

"Why don't we go to the hospital again?" Chang Longxiang asked me tentatively.

To be honest, Chang Longxiang is not stupid, he thinks very thoroughly about some things, and when he asks me this, there is almost no hope in his tone.

He knows that some diseases can't be cured by hospitals, not to mention that this kind of thing is a terminal illness in the eyes of people in our industry, and we can't handle it, let alone a hospital?

Because of the atrophy of flesh and blood caused by corpse qi, it is no exaggeration to say that this is basically a terminal disease.

Unless it is when it is hit into the body by the corpse qi, stop the loss in time and get out some of the flesh and blood together with the corpse qi, if you don't do this, the old man will have no way to remedy it

"You go and pour a glass of wine for the old man, pour less, half a glass is enough." I sniffed, put the noodles in the bowl without raising my head, and said to Chang Longxiang.

Chang Longxiang hummed and ran out to pour wine, and I followed closely and walked upstairs with a bowl of noodles.

When I put the noodles into the old man's hands, he looked at us with his eyelids raised and his expression was very helpless.

"I'm not fucking dead, and I don't want to eat noodles when I'm dying, why are you surrounding me like this?"

Miao Wuren gave him a blank look and took Situ downstairs, leaving only the three of us juniors to look at him.

"Qibao, your parents are back, right? What happened to your relative? ”

"Okay! Also a few days ago"

The old man didn't talk to us about the things in the industry, but talked about the parents who hadn't talked for a long time, just like the most ordinary old man, talking a lot and curious, as if he wanted to ask everything.

Qibao and Chang Longxiang didn't think much about it, they answered whatever the old man asked, and from time to time they said a witty remark, which made the old man laugh happily.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched them, not speaking from beginning to end.

This is what the old man really looks like.

From childhood to adulthood, he treated us like this, and it wasn't until we entered the industry one by one that his attitude towards us began to change.

Impatient, very serious, and every now and then he has to hit us once.

But I understand that all of this he did was just to make us progress faster.

The gentleman who became a monk halfway was the most tragic, especially in the nineties, when the gentlemen in the industry rose together.

You don't have the ability, you can't even support yourself.

If you have the ability, people in the industry will have to stir up trouble.

Again, peers are enemies, and this can be used in the industry.

What's more, I am the only son of the Shen family, if the old man leaves one day, the banner of the Shen family will have to fall on my shoulders.

And if you don't carry it, it's a trivial matter if I die, and if the Shen family falls, there will really be nothing

The old man made too many enemies, and as soon as he walked on the front foot, maybe someone would come to the Shen family to destroy the door on the back foot.

Because of these reasons, the old man can only pull out the seedlings and help them grow, and he wants to bring up our cultivation with his life.

I have to say that he succeeded, and it can also be said that God favored me and taught me the ability of flesh body Gu.

I can't necessarily win against the enemy, but if someone wants me to die, it's not that easy.

Now the corpse qi in my body is completely removed, and the old man himself has been injured like this

Maybe it's out of the way.

He didn't want to get involved in so many things, and I could tell that he was tired, and his eyes didn't have the same sparkle as before.

"Master, which country do you want to go to?" While cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks next to the bed, I asked the old man: "If you think about it, you have to say it in advance, let's get a passport!" ”

"Oh, you have to think about it, although we are all gentlemen who believe in **, but this will not delay us from seeing capitalism" The old man said with a smile, raised his hand and touched his beard, his face was full of excitement, just like a child who was about to go out on a spring outing, his eyes lit up a lot.

At this time, Situ suddenly knocked on the door.

"There's a guest coming."

"again?! These calves are over, aren't they?! Chang Longxiang scolded, looked at his slippers as if he wanted to eat people, and then put half a foot into it with great difficulty.

Qibao sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Get fat, you can rest in peace, I'll go down with Lao Shen to take a look." ”

"I'm not here to find trouble." Situ added.

"Then you didn't say it earlier." I gave him a blank look, shook my head, and went down with Shippo.

Downstairs in the hall stood four people, three men and one woman, and the woman was an old lady.

She was not polite, no one greeted her, so she sat on the Taishi chair by herself, drinking the pot of tea I had just made not long ago.

The remaining three middle-aged men stood aside like bodyguards, looking ahead without squinting, their expressions as rigid as dead people.

Miao Wuren didn't seem to take these guests seriously, standing behind the counter very familiarly, rummaging through the medicine cabinet for medicinal materials, probably dispensing medicine for the old man.

Seeing us coming, Miao Wuren nodded at me and went upstairs with a bag of herbs.

"Shen Shi'an?"

The old lady turned her head sideways and looked at me with a blank expression, as if with some scrutiny.

"Lafayette Lin?" I asked a rhetorical question, and although it was a question, anyone could hear the affirmative meaning.

This old lady has a childish face, wearing a masculine Tang costume, her hair is very short, and the whole person looks like two words.

Capable.

"Have you seen me?" Lafayette Lin half-squinted his eyes and asked with some curiosity.

"The old lady who can find the door at this juncture is the only one who can find you."

As I spoke, I walked over with Shippo and brought a bench to sit down.

Shippo's expression was very wary at that time, or rather, he was much more vigilant than me in most cases.

Zhou Wugui, who caused the old man to lose his legs, is a child of the Lin family.

"Where's your grandfather?" Lafayette Lin asked me.

"I just finished eating and went to sleep." I replied.

"Then I'll go up and call him."

The person who said this was the middle-aged man standing to the right of Lafayette Lin, who spoke with a taste of impatience, and seemed to care very much about the fact that the old man did not come to greet him in person.

Before he could walk up the stairs, the teacup in my hand slammed over and slammed it impartially on the steps in front of him.

"If you make my grandfather sleep, I'll kill you."