"Xiao Wang, stay here!"

Tian Fusheng hurriedly caught up and held Wang Ziheng's hand tightly.

Wang Ziheng had already walked to the door, but found that the door could not be opened at all. It turns out that the original intention of the design of this study door is that it is not easy to get in, and it is not easy to get out.

Tian Fusheng said: "It's not what you said. We have our own rules in this industry, and things that come down from the ground usually attract bad luck, so wipe your ass clean before you change hands, and you can't leave trouble for the next house. To transfer the risk as you said, how am I going to mix in this circle in the future? This is the reason why the next family repeatedly urged me but delayed the delivery. ”

Businessmen naturally have to treat connoisseurs differently when faced with connoisseurs and stunned youths, which seems to be an international practice.

I only heard Tian Fusheng then lowered his voice and said: "Okay brother, it's all up to you, I admit this business, I will lose it, I will definitely return the brand, but you must do me a favor today!" ”

Wang Ziheng's anger eased a little, and asked, "What do you want me to help with?" ”

Tian Fusheng still looked mysterious: "Time is pressing, I won't explain too much, I'll pick up the most important thing." ”

He looked outside the store, it was night, and it was getting dark.

"I have an old problem, every month at the end of the month, when night falls, my head hurts for three or four days, more punctual than a woman's great aunt. This month started the night before the big day, and tonight is the last and most painful. I see that the time is almost up, and I will faint in pain, not sure when I will wake up. Xiao Wang, remember, at the critical moment, you will use a silver needle to pierce the Yongquan point on the bottom of my foot, so that I can wake up immediately. ”

As he spoke, Tian Fusheng took off his right shoe and socks, and pointed out the location of Yongquan Acupoint to Wang Ziheng in detail. Then he turned around and took out a brocade box from the drawer of his desk and handed it to Wang Ziheng.

Wang Ziheng opened the brocade box and saw a two-inch-long silver needle resting on the yellow silk.

"Boss Tian, the headache may be a disease, send it to the hospital if you faint, I'm a layman, what should I do if this needle goes down and prick it again?"

Tian Fusheng stretched out his hand to close the brocade box, stuffed it into Wang Ziheng's trouser pocket, and advised: "Put it away!" Egg poop, decades of old problems, the hospital is not in the rut! Besides, it's hard to say whether you can go to the hospital or not. Xiao Wang, I had a hunch that something would happen today, so I originally planned to let Gao Guiyun do it, but she is a woman after all, and I am really worried that she will lose the chain at a critical time. No, you happen to be here today, no matter what happens for a while, you must not leave me half a step, especially at the critical moment, you must pierce this needle! ”

Wang Ziheng always felt that this was weird, and said, "Don't you still have a guy here!" ”

"This kid is frivolous, not as calm as you, and I'm afraid that I won't be reliable in doing things. Besides, when he was in a panic, he had to look after the store for me! Alright, brother, help me do this, I will definitely send the gold token back, and I will thank you again when the time comes! ”

"Boss Tian, there's no need to thank you! If you really send the token back, my friend will be blind to death, and I have to thank you. It's just that you are at this so-called critical moment, how can I judge it? ”

Tian Fusheng patted Wang Ziheng on the shoulder: "It's okay, you'll understand!" ”

Wang Ziheng found that Tian Fusheng's forehead had begun to sweat. "Boss Tian......"

Tian Fusheng shook his head, frowning in pain: "Don't speak, next, wait and see." ”

Tian Fusheng rubbed his temples with his fingers, and walked forward to open the door with a slightly staggering step, which was also cumbersome. The two of them came out and began to walk down the stairs.

When Gao Guiyun saw Tian Fusheng's state, he immediately ran over and shouted, "Is your head hurting again?" What about medicine? Where's the medicine? ”

The guy over there also ran over, and Gao Guiyun supported Tian Fusheng left and right.

The guy explained to Gao Guiyun: "Tonight should be the most annoying, the medicine is useless!" ”

Tian Fusheng gritted his teeth and said, "Don't toss, go to the hospital!" Ling Wa'er, look at the store; Xiao Gao, please ask this Mr. Wang to help, you two take me to the hospital! ”

Gao Guiyun had red eyes, raised his head and begged Wang Ziheng: "Brother Wang Shuai, please help?" ”

Wang Ziheng rushed the ducks to the shelves, so he had to run down the stairs and help Tian Fusheng to get on the Mercedes Benz with Gao Guiyun.

Wang Ziheng remembered Tian Fusheng's entrustment and instructed Gao Guiyun: "Mr. Gao, you drive, I will wait for Boss Tian in the back!" Gao Guiyun lit the fire as he said, and as soon as the Mercedes-Benz car started, it drove quickly in the direction of the city doctor.

Not long after getting into the car, Tian Fusheng howled a few times, and he was really unconscious and fainted. Gao Guiyun, who was driving the car, shed a string of tears and said distressedly: "Turtle son Tian Fusheng, I don't know what sin you created in your last life, and you have to suffer this living sin!" ”

Wang Ziheng's character is like this, if someone who is a little more familiar with him asks for something, it is difficult for him to find a reason to refuse, let alone lie and find excuses.

Just like at this moment, he was pillowing Tian Fusheng on his lap, but he thought in his heart: This surnamed Tian is not a good bird at first glance, who knows what medicine he sells in his gourd, but he just sent a ghost to his thief ship, and he can't imagine what will happen next. He said he had a premonition that something was going to happen, but what was going to happen? I've just come out of the shadows, but don't fall into any traps again.

The car had been driving for a long time, and it seemed that it was still some distance from its destination.

Looking at Tian Fusheng under him, Wang Ziheng's mind came to mind a "shadow-grabbing" experience when he was a child:

When Wang Ziheng was nine years old, one of his mute uncles fell into a pond and drowned. According to custom, the funeral of a person who died outside the country was simply organized, and only a dojo was made for one day and one night.

The next morning, relatives and friends and a group of neighbors came to the well to watch. Usually on this occasion, adults will deliberately tell children under the age of 14 not to go to see the excitement, because children under the age of 14 have not yet grown up, and the yang yuan is weak, and it is easy for evil things to rush into the body.

But Wang Ziheng couldn't sit still, and quietly caught up with his parents behind his back, crowded into the crowd to look at the scene, and no one in the adults present paid attention to him.

When Mr. Yin and Yang were in the right position, Mr. Zhangtan finished sprinkling rice in the well, and the coffin was buried. At the moment when the coffin landed, Wang Ziheng's entire body seemed to have been shocked, and his heart jumped, as if something had been taken away from his body.

On the way home, Wang Ziheng felt sore and weak, soft, and his head was a little dizzy. When I got home, I fell into bed and didn't wake up, with a high fever, full of nonsense, and I didn't eat water. His parents first picked some fever-reducing herbs and boiled them for him to eat, but they didn't get better; I was sent to the health center for injections and medicines, but there was still no sign of improvement.

Wang Ziheng in the haze always felt that something was pressing on him, and he couldn't turn over and couldn't breathe, and it was pitch black all around.

Just when the whole family was anxious, the neighbors helped them invite a very famous gentleman from ten miles and eight towns.

The gentleman seemed to see the name at a glance, and said that the child's situation was a shadow. When the dead are buried, the sunlight casts the shadows of the living in the well, and as soon as the coffin hits the ground, the shadows are pressed underneath. Adults are yang, even if the shadow is suppressed, they can still come back, but children cannot.

Mr. put Wang Ziheng on the bed, lit an oil lamp above his head, tied a red rope to the thumb of his left foot, and then he asked the direction of the mute uncle's burial, and strode out alone.

It didn't take long for the gentleman to come back, and when he entered the door, he told Wang Ziheng's family to quickly burn the paper money, from the child's room to the grave of the newly deceased. The family complied, and after burning the paper, the husband dipped the red rope on Wang Ziheng's toe in kerosene and lit it. When the red rope burned out, Wang Ziheng let out a loud "ah", and it was all right from now on!

Years later, when Wang Ziheng looked back on this experience, he always thought it was just a coincidence.

But the recent encounter made him contradictory again, looking at Tian Fusheng, he couldn't help asking: Who are you gentlemen and Taoist priests?

Wang Ziheng, who came back to reality, leaned his head on the back pillow. But as time passed, Wang Ziheng found that something was not quite right.

There was no other vehicle on the wide driveway, there was not a single pedestrian on the sidewalks on both sides, and the street lights were dim and deserted. If you look closely, the lights outside the window have all disappeared, and the darkness is swallowing the headlights of the Mercedes-Benz little by little......

"Mr. Gao, are you going in the wrong direction?"

Gao Guiyun didn't speak, and continued to drive intently.

The surprisingly quiet made Wang Ziheng sit on pins and needles. The lights of the Mercedes were compressed into visibility of less than two meters, and the road disappeared completely.

The temperature in the car plummeted, and Wang Ziheng shivered for a while.

The reason why the provincial city is called "Shuangshuang" is because it is located on the plateau, the climate in summer is pleasant, and the surface temperature rarely exceeds 30 degrees, so it attracts countless tourists from outside the province to come to escape the heat every year. But no matter how cool it is, it will never be as cold as it is now.

"Mr. Gao, the situation is not right, stop quickly!" Wang Ziheng roared.

"Humph!" Gao Guiyun sneered back.

These two familiar sneers made Wang Ziheng feel terrified, which was exactly what he had heard in the stone hall of Dong District, and he was extremely resentful. Wang Ziheng's mouth opened wide, and he felt that his brain was clouded. Gao Guiyun stepped on the brakes lightly, slowly turned his head to look at Wang Ziheng, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and his eyes were gloomy.

Although it is still Gao Guiyun's skin, Wang Ziheng feels that this look is clearly another woman.

"Y-Who are you?"