"Mr. Yang, where is which of your friends?"

Zhang agreed to this matter in Mr. Yang's grateful eyes.

But he didn't say if he could be saved.

It's just that through what Mr. Yang said, Zhang Ze felt that his friend seemed to have really fallen into some "evil wind".

Because of such examples, things that Zhang Ze has also seen in the cultivation realm, the symptoms are very similar to those of Mr. Yang's friends, they are all ordinary and good, just like a cold, the body is getting colder and colder, and gradually losing vitality.

Because these ordinary people in the cultivation realm went to some cemeteries, or the territory of ghost cultivation, they were accidentally contaminated with "yin and evil", which caused the "yang energy" to be gradually consumed.

And Zhang Ze can guess that Mr. Yang's friend fell into the yin wind, because a week ago, he knew that Zhang Daming embodied a wisp of "yin aura".

But Zhang Ze was cultivating at that time, and felt that this wisp of yin wind was not a magical character in the book, as soon as the wind blew, the sun dispersed, and it should have no impact on the real world.

Unexpectedly, someone was still recruited.

In particular, Zhang followed Mr. Yang to the corner of this floor, and after entering one of the hotel houses, he was more sure that Mr. Yang's friend was the "yin" that Zhang Daming embodied in it.

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At the moment when Mr. Yang opened the door, Zhang Ze stepped in and felt that the room was filled with a trace of coolness.

This coolness is different from the temperature, but a kind of sensual coldness.

Especially Zhang Ze has now cultivated to the third level of Qi cultivation, not to mention the level of the realm, but he will definitely be more sensitive than ordinary people in terms of "spiritual sense".

Not to mention, Zhang Ze was able to cultivate to this realm, and he cultivated through Yin Sha in the "Seal Cemetery", and he was even more sure of this cold feeling.

"Mr. Zhang, this is my friend." Mr. Yang is different from Zhang Ze, he doesn't feel anything, but he introduced Zhang Ze to the middle-aged man who has been motionless on the bed wrapped in a quilt since they entered the house.

"Old Yang. You.. How did you come.." The middle-aged man on the bed, his face was a little blue, and after hearing Mr. Yang's words, he opened his eyes tiredly and glanced at Mr. Yang.

"I've found you a big guy and see if I can cure you." After Mr. Yang saw his friend like this, he sighed, put away his sad thoughts, and introduced Zhang Ze.

"Thank you.."

But after the middle-aged man just thanked him, he didn't speak, and closed his eyes and began to shiver. Because every time he said a word, he felt as if his heart was vibrating, and it was very uncomfortable.

Mr. Yang took a look, although he knew that his friend had neglected "President Zhang" because of physical reasons. But after being afraid that Zhang Ze would have a bad impression of the two of them because of this incident, he still apologized to Zhang Ze and said: "He is usually very hospitable, but..."

"I know. The illness is like a mountain, and the body can't help itself. Now, it's still important to save people. ”

After Zhang Ze waved his hand to interrupt Mr. Yang's explanation, he walked to the side of the bed, stretched out a hand, and felt the breath wafting from the middle-aged breathing sound from the air up close.

In an instant, with the slight breathing sound of the middle-aged man, the air flowed, and Zhang Ze's palms became cooler and colder.

Zhang Ze is also more sure that this friend of Mr. Yang is indeed suffering from yin, and it is not a disease that can be solved by ordinary medicine.

"President. It's .." Xiao Zhi, as a ghost, saw the faint black mist in the air that only she could see, and even lifted her toes and whispered to Zhang Ze's ear, about the "Yin Evil Aura", adding Zhang Ze's guess.

"That's easy, just get rid of the evil energy that hovers and is within him."

Zhang Ze heard Xiaozhi's story, and his heart relaxed a lot, this is also because other people in the mountain outside the gate in his previous life have also saved some ordinary people, so he doesn't say anything about it, but it is more than enough, and it can "cure the disease".

"Mr. Zhang.. My friend.." Although Mr. Yang saw that Zhang Ze and Xiaozhi seemed to be "confident", but because he had no bottom in his heart, he subconsciously asked to see if the mysterious "President Zhang" had found any solution.

But when Zhang Ze heard it, he shook his head and didn't tell Mr. Yang about gods and ghosts.

"Can't you help it." Mr. Yang shook his head when he saw Zhang Ze, but he still thought that there was no miracle doctor in this mysterious guild.

However, Zhang did not say so much, but in front of Mr. Yang, he directly started to solve the evil matter.

In fact, to put it bluntly, this matter is still the responsibility of Zhang Ze's side, in the final analysis, it is Zhang Daming's "careless" concretization, and he did not deal with this wisp of "I don't know where" in time.

does not shy away from Mr. Yang, because this rescue method is very simple.

Zhang chose to rescue his friend in front of him, because it felt better than hiding it and letting him guess randomly.

"Your friend's illness is actually caused by the 'depression' in his heart."

Zhang explained, like a profound old Chinese medicine doctor, after casually saying some unclear words, he put his fingers together and tapped the forehead of the middle-aged man on the bed.

Then, the aura in his sea of qi worked slightly, and his fingers glowed faintly.

From his forehead downwards, Zhang Ze's palm was lightly photographed, and as soon as he grabbed it, this invisible pale black cloud was wrapped by Zhang Ze through the aura and taken out of the middle-aged heart.

It sounds very simple, because Zhang Ze saved many ordinary people through this hand in his previous life.

But to make it clear, this is still too thin evil qi, plus the middle-aged people drink the decoction of Guben Peiyuan every day these days, it is difficult for the evil qi to really attach to the blood meridians of the middle-aged.

If it weren't for the hard work of this friend of Mr. Yang, this thin evil qi would not have had any effect on him.

"It seems that in the future, if something is concretized, we must find it as soon as possible, otherwise someone will always be exploited."

Zhang Ze thought about it and shook the evil qi in his palm away.

Then, he pretended to be like an old Chinese medicine practitioner, and when he dotted the middle-aged body acupoints in his hands, he nodded to Mr. Yang, who was stunned beside him, and said, "There is a divine doctor in my guild, and he taught me one or two techniques to dissipate depression."

Zhang Ze said that when he saw the middle-aged man on the bed, he didn't seem to be shivering, and according to his idea of not leaking out, he pushed everything on the "nothing" miracle doctor.

"Divine Doctor.."

When Mr. Yang heard it, his face was a little shocked and a little embarrassed. Because he is not a fool, through the scene in front of him, how can he not see that this "President Zhang" is definitely not an ordinary person!

The miracle doctor is just a pretense!

"Divine Doctor. When God heals, do fingers glow?" Mr. Yang recalled the previous scene, and his heart jumped, but after hearing that Zhang Ze gave all the credit to the "miracle doctor", he still stammered to Zhang Ze with a forced smile: "Thank you.. Zhang Shenxian.. No.. Mr. Zhang.. And your miracle doctor.."

Mr. Yang smiled dryly, with a kind of honor to see the "immortals" in his eyes, and also a fear of learning about the deeds of the immortals.

But he is very smart, after all, being able to become a billionaire from an ordinary family proves that he is very good at dealing with people.

It's because he knows that there are some things that can't be asked or said, and he has to follow the meaning of the "big guy".

"Since Mr. Zhang named the "miracle doctor", I want to say that the miracle doctor, even if there is none, there must be..." Mr. Yang's heart was tense, and he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit, and decided to rot everything he saw today in his heart.

Similarly, the middle-aged man on the bed came back to his senses and covered his head with a quilt, indicating that he didn't know anything.