Seeing this scene, Shippo and I were stunned, of course, stunned.

Smelling the fishy stench, I just felt like I had never been more awake.

"What's wrong with you??" Shippo asked me anxiously, "It's a bit like a skin disease!" Shall I take you to the hospital?! ”

"It's not a disease...... That shit!! I stomped my foot: "The man patted me on the shoulder just now, and my flesh is rotten after patting!" It must have been his hand!! ”

"Are you sure?" Qibao looked at me with some confusion: "You will get a skin disease if you shoot it?" Is it so evil? ”

I didn't explain to Shippo again, I turned around and ran home, scared too much.

Seeing that I didn't mean to joke at all, Shippo didn't ask any more questions and ran after me.

By the time I got to the pharmacy, the door had already been opened by the old man.

At that time, he was sitting behind the counter reading the ledger, with a leisurely expression.

As soon as I stepped into the pharmacy, the old man's face changed instantly.

"What does it smell like?" He asked with a frown, glancing at me, the expression on his face even more ugly: "What's wrong with your shoulder?" ”

I kept scratching the piece of meat on my shoulder, and tears were about to fall: "Master! I'm being yinked! ”

Hearing me say this, he was also a little anxious, and hurriedly ran over from behind the counter, and asked me, "What's the matter?!" Are you in trouble? ”

I didn't say much, just pulled my clothes down and showed him the piece of flesh full of holes.

At this time, I found that the piece of meat had changed again, and I saw that there was a white tip in each small hole, just like a lotus seed in a lotus pod.

"Which turtle son did this?!! The old man glared, as if he had been insulted, and scolded as if he wanted to eat people: "Dare to break ground on Lao Tzu's head?!! Even my grandson is yin?! ”

Qibao said anxiously on the side: "Shen Ye, why don't we take him to the hospital to have a look, skin diseases still have to go to a big hospital!" ”

"Egg's Hospital!" The old man scolded angrily: "This thing can't be cured by the hospital!" ”

"The hospital can't treat it?" Qibao was stunned: "Then who can cure it?" ”

"Lao Tzu can be cured!" He cursed, and then went up to the second floor.

The old man's state at that time was like an enraged lion, so fierce that he couldn't do it.

It wasn't long before he hurried down from the second floor with a stack of yellow paper in his hand and a copper jar resembling an incense burner.

Then I went to the Chinese medicine cabinet and took out some glutinous rice flour and leech powder mixed together.

"Do you want to eat it?" I couldn't help but ask next to me.

"Don't ask so much, Shippo, you go and close the store." The old man said, pouring the mixed powder onto the yellow paper.

Before I could speak, the old man raised his hand sharply and put the yellow paper wrapped in the powder over my wound.

At that moment, my arm felt like it had been seared with a hot iron, and puffs of white smoke rose from it.

In just a few minutes, it seems like a century has passed.

When the time came, the old man took off the yellow paper, turned around and went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife, and then used the side of the kitchen knife to shoot it vigorously against the edge of the wound.

Some white worms the size of rice grains were photographed out by the old man, or squeezed out.

"Holy shit!! What the hell is this?!! Shippo shuddered with fright.

When I saw those worms, I was so frightened that I couldn't do it, and I asked the old man in a cold sweat, what kind of disease is this? ?

"Parasitic diseases."

The old man didn't want to explain more to me, so he got up and squatted down, picked up all the insects the size of a grain of rice, and put them in the copper jar he had brought earlier.

Then the old man brought another piece of yellow paper and drew some patterns on it with a pen that I couldn't read, a bit like a charm.

While he was drawing these things, he was still chanting words in his mouth, like chanting scriptures, and his voice was so small that I couldn't hear what he was reading when I pricked up my ears.

When he finished reading, the old man lit the yellow paper and threw it into the jar, and then quickly closed the lid.

The next second, he got up and went to the back room, brought a big red candle that he usually used for worship, lit it, and dripped all the wax oil on it on the jar and sealed his mouth.

Seeing this, Qibao couldn't help but ask, "Master Shen, what are you doing?" ”

"The way to make a fart." The old man snorted coldly.

"Then what are you drawing talismans for?" Qibao hurriedly asked.

"Draw and play." After the old man finished speaking, as if nothing had happened, he went upstairs with the copper jar.

Qibao was bored with himself, turned to look at me, thought for a while and asked, "Brother Shen, why don't you let my uncle find out that turtle son and beat him!" ”

Before I could speak, the old man walked down from the second floor empty-handed and said, "Don't worry, I don't need you to do it, and that person won't have a good time." ”

"Sad?" Shippo was a little unconvinced.

"Will it be better if retribution comes?" The old man said very calmly, and then asked me to go up to sleep and not think about anything.

Although the old man promised that he was fine, I was still very scared, for fear that another bug would appear on my shoulder.

I turned over in bed all night, and I couldn't sleep.

It wasn't until the next day, when it was overcast, that I fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, it was already afternoon.

When I got up and lifted my clothes, I was so surprised that the wounds on my shoulders had healed!

Except for some redness in the wound, the rest of the area has returned to normal, and there is not even a single scar left.

I just think the old man is too awesome, it's simply a model of deep concealment!

Just burn some paper charms and use some medicine to cure me, not even a scar, big hospitals don't have this technology, right?!

After examining the wound several times and making sure there was nothing wrong, I ran downstairs, intending to tell the old man the good news.

Unexpectedly, the door of the pharmacy was closed, and the hall was empty.

Why did the old man go out early in the morning........ Could it be that you are going to play mahjong again?

I opened the door depressed, ready to do business first, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw an acquaintance.

"You turtle son still dare to come?!"

It wasn't anyone else, it was the guy who tapped me on the shoulder yesterday.

He changed his attitude from yesterday, and when he saw me, he came over with great flattery, still carrying two gift boxes in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" I involuntarily took a step back, for fear that he would scare me again.

The man glanced over my shoulder, put the gift box on the ground, and arched his hand at me: "If you go deeper, you will offend the immortals, but I didn't expect you to be a master, little brother!" It's all a misunderstanding! Misunderstand! ”

At this time, I realized that his right hand seemed to be injured and was covered with a thick layer of gauze.

"Who misunderstood you!" I gritted my teeth and said, "Yin me for no reason, this is called a misunderstanding?" ”

He grinned very embarrassedly, and just wanted to speak, when the old man suddenly walked over from the alley.

"Master! That's the man! Slap me in the face yesterday! "I saw that the savior had returned, so I hurriedly complained to him.

The old man nodded calmly, then walked into the pharmacy, beckoned to the man, and motioned for him to come in and speak.

When he entered the house with the gift box, the old man told me to close the door, as if he was afraid that the animal would run away.

"You're quite capable."

The old man said, holding a roll of newspaper in his hand, and sat behind the counter looking at him.

Hearing this, the man shook his head again and again, saying that this time he was blinded by eating lard, so he would attack me.

"Does he have a grudge against you?" The old man asked, pointing at me.

"No hatred." The man replied weakly.

"If you don't have a grudge, you're going to worm him?" The old man sneered: "The rules of the old ancestor were eaten by you? ”

"You solved his descent?" The man asked tentatively.

The old man didn't speak, but nodded in acknowledgement.

"It's all a misunderstanding, today I came to apologize, I just hope that you can ignore the villain and give me a chance......" When the man said this, his eyes were full of fear, and the hand wrapped in gauze was trembling: "I have learned a lesson, I hope you can raise your noble hand and forgive me for this ......"

"Why did you drop my grandson yesterday?" The old man asked, then added, "If you don't tell the truth, don't ask for your other hand." ”

"I said!!" The man didn't hesitate, and directly said the reason for Yin me: "I was looking for something at Ma Laosan's house, but I didn't find it for a long time, I was very annoyed, your grandson bumped into me again, and asked me what I was doing, and I ......"

"To put it bluntly, you just see my grandson unhappy, right?" The old man asked.

The man smiled awkwardly: "Isn't this a misunderstanding......

"For this kind of trivial matter, it can be harmed by people, and the rules of the ancestors are blind." The old man sighed, his expression a little lost, and he was not as angry as I had imagined.

"You raise your hand!! I really knew it was wrong!! ”

The man apologized as he untied the gauze from his hand.

Suddenly, a strong fishy smell filled the entire pharmacy.

I saw that the flesh on the man's right arm was the same as the flesh on my shoulder yesterday, and it was covered with dense holes.

These holes are several times larger than the one on my shoulder, and in each of them is a black worm.

When the gauze was untied and the wound was exposed to the air, the worms began to writhe wildly, as if trying to crawl outside.

"There are thousands of Dharma sects in the line, and I can't control the people who believe in Buddhism and Taoism, but you ......" The old man opened the newspaper and read it, and when he talked to the man, he didn't look at him, and his tone was calm and frightening: "We are considered to be people in the same door, the ancestor doesn't care about you, I take care of it." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man flipped through a newspaper and asked him.

"Yin my grandson once, I'll take your hand, okay?"