In the study, a figure looked at the report in his hand in a daze, and there was a wine glass on the table in front of him, taking a sip from time to time.

At the beginning, with "Mr. Zombie", the pioneering work of zombie films, he created the trend of zombie films in one fell swoop, attracting countless follow-up works.

As the leading actor, he himself was also an instant hit, from the originally unknown little dragon and behind-the-scenes person, to a smash hit star.

Although in the inherent mode of Xiangjiang films, countless shoddy follow-up works were produced, so that the zombie theme was quickly overconsumed, and zombie films gradually began to decline, but he never gave up.

New themes, new elements, new forms...... He firmly believes that he can always find a way out.

Even, with his emotional ups and downs, he also found his confidante during this period.

At that time, he really felt that he might be God who wanted to compensate for his life's hardships.

However, just when he was full of ambition, a thunderbolt from the clear sky slammed into his head, causing him to fall into the abyss in an instant.

Hepatocarcinoma!

And it's late.

According to hospital estimates, he has at most half a year to live.

With this in mind, he looked up again and drank the contents of the cup.

A month ago, after getting the news, he often locked himself up alone and drank alone.

Of course, the doctor warned him that it was best not to touch tobacco and alcohol again, and overwork and addiction to the contents of the cup were the two main culprits of his short life, but in the current situation, what is the need for him to take care of it?

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Because he didn't want to win sympathy, he didn't tell anyone else that he had a terminal illness.

"Come in."

Uncle Ying sighed, turned over his hand to cover the report, and pressed it with the book.

In this room, apart from himself, only his confidante Wan Zai has the key.

He doesn't plan to drag down his confidante, maybe he should find a time and choose to break up?

To Uncle Ying's surprise, it was not the confidante he imagined who came in, but an eight or nine-year-old boy he had never seen.

"Thunder (you are)?"

"Hello Uncle Ying."

Mainland Aberdeen?

Hearing Su Hang's Mandarin, Uncle Ying was a little surprised, but he thought about it and changed to Mandarin:

"Little friend, why are you in my house?"

Looking at the familiar, but completely different figure in front of him, Su Hang smiled:

"I'm here for you."

"Looking for me?"

Uncle Ying looked at Su Hang strangely, although it was only a few words, but the mature posture revealed by Su Hang's words really did not look like an ordinary eight or nine-year-old naughty boy.

Su Hang did not speak, but gently stretched out his left hand.

In Uncle Ying's horrified gaze, the books that he had originally placed on the table and the report pressed below just floated directly into Su Hang's hands.

Putting down the book, Su Hang lowered his head and glanced at the report, and suddenly saw the words "advanced liver cancer", and sighed lightly:

"Sure enough."

Uncle Ying, on the other hand, was shocked by Su Hang's aerial camera.

Whether it was the book or the report, he knew very well that there were no magnets or other messes on it.

The other party's hand is definitely not magic.

However, maybe it's because of the constant exposure to these things, even if they're just fictional, or maybe it's because they know that their lives are short, and they can see it.

In short, Uncle Ying didn't make a fuss like Su's father and Su's mother, although his face was a little complicated, he was quite calm:

"Who are you?"

Of course, no matter what the reason, Uncle Ying's composure made Su Hang nod with satisfaction:

"My words, I can be regarded as a disciple of Maoshan."

"Maoshan disciple?!"

Uncle Ying was stunned, he couldn't be more familiar with this identity.

Most of the movie protagonists he played appeared as disciples of Maoshan, and for filming needs, he knew many of those Maoshan masters.

However, the Maoshan masters that Uncle Ying knew would not use this hand to capture objects in the air.

As if he knew what Uncle Ying was thinking, Su Hang reminded:

"There is also a difference between Maoshan disciples and Maoshan disciples."

Uncle Ying nodded silently.

There are one hundred and eight sects in Maoshan, thirty-six in Shangmao, seventy-two in Xiamaoshan, in addition, there are twenty-four Qingtang and three ghost sects and other inheritances that are not open to the public, so many branches, the differences between Maoshan disciples can naturally be imagined.

"I like your movie Uncle Ying quite a lot, and I accidentally calculated that you will have a life-and-death catastrophe in the second half of this year, so I came here to see if there is a solution."

Without asking, you can know what Su Hang is referring to when he says "life and death catastrophe".

As for the "calculation" technique in Su Hang's mouth, Uncle Ying did not doubt it.

After all, he has a terminal illness, and at present, apart from himself, only the doctor in charge of his treatment knows, even if the other party wants to deceive him, why bother looking for such a half-sized child?

What's more, what is there to deceive when he is a dying man?

"Have you found a solution?"

Uncle Ying's eyes unconsciously revealed a trace of hope, no one wants to face death, let alone a good time to show their ambitions.

Su Hang said:

"The catastrophe has been found, whether it can be resolved or not, I still need to try it first."

"How?"

"Put your hands on the table first."

When Uncle Ying heard this, he immediately put his left hand on the table according to the words.

Su Hang stretched out his hand to catch Uncle Ying's pulse, and a trace of innate true qi had already passed.

Almost immediately, Su Hang found that near Uncle Ying's liver, there was a gray aura that made him feel very disgusted.

This gray aura not only almost fused with Uncle Ying's liver, but also seemed to use it as a base to continuously erode other meridian organs.

The organs and meridians of Uncle Ying's whole body were almost dyed with a faint gray aura.

This gray breath should be the focus of cancer, all over the body, indicating that the cancer cells in Uncle Ying's liver should have begun to spread to the whole body.

After being contaminated with a gray aura, Uncle Ying's organs all showed a weakened form, if it weren't for Uncle Ying's profound martial arts skills and very good physical fitness, this weakness alone would be enough for him to lie in bed and rest.

Of course, under the continuous growth and erosion of this gray aura, Uncle Ying's physical fitness can withstand it for a while, but it can't withstand it for a lifetime.

Not surprisingly, as long as the gray aura accumulates enough strength, Uncle Ying's condition will deteriorate rapidly.

While thinking silently, Su Hang also began to increase the input of true qi in his hand, trying to expel the gray aura entrenched in his body for Uncle Ying.