"Help, old skin!" "Wang Ling, wake up, don't be like this, help, hurry up!"

I don't know why, Lao Pi said that he slept so soundly and deeply that day, that he didn't hear any movement outside at all. The poet later recalled the same, his explanation was that he was probably a little concussion, so he was still in a state of confusion for a while, in short, after Li Xin's distress signal was issued, no one woke up, she just watched Wang Ling pinch her neck and fall deeper and deeper in pain......

"Get out of the way!" A voice sounded, and then Li Xin was dragged aside, and then he saw that the plague god Zheng Jiuwu came out of nowhere like a ghost animal, and she didn't see this person at all when she asked for help. Zheng Jiuwu didn't mean to pity the jade, Li Xin's arm was dragged painfully, and he saw that there was an extra slender silver needle in the plague god's hand and pierced it fiercely towards Wang Ling's acupoint, and the silver needle more than two inches long instantly didn't enter, he kept twisting his fingers back and forth, and after about three or four seconds, Wang Ling's body suddenly stiffened.

The guy was like a human cramp, the whole person was stretched straight and straight all of a sudden, from the neck to the heel of the instant pulled into a line, the entire spine part of the ground completely, and the hands were also loosened from the neck and changed to fists clenched together, and the throat kept letting out a low roar, which sounded extremely uncomfortable.

"What are you doing!" Li Xin had already cried so much that he was raining, and when he saw this Zheng Jiuwu coming up, he was ruthless, and he went up to push him in a hurry. But Zheng Jiuwu didn't care at all, and continued to work on it, while Wang Ling was rising and falling wave after wave at this time, until the stitches of the pants on the thighs were forcefully opened......

"I'll lend you three hairs for one thing." As soon as the words fell, Li Xin felt a pain on the top of his head, and goodbye Zheng Jiuwu already had a few more long hairs in his hands. What is this man going to do by pulling out his own hair? He tied the hair up to the two middle fingers of Wang Ling, then slowly straightened the two hairs into one and twisted them into one strand, and then tied a third hair at this intersection and slowly straightened it down to the ground.

Then, Zheng Jiuwu took out a silver needle and stabbed it at Wang Ling's left and right middle fingers, and immediately large drops of black blood appeared at the fingertips, and slowly the blood condensed into the shape of a small ball. Zheng Jiuwu pulled the long hair and gently flicked it with his fingers like playing a piano, and the hair shook, and the small blood cells on Wang Ling's fingers immediately began to roll down the long hair they were tied up, until the intersection merged again into a drop of black blood cells the size of a fingernail.

The weight of this blood cell must be attached to a thin hair, which must be extremely difficult to control, and it seems that it may fall at any time with a slight tremble. Zheng Jiuwu's attention at this time was all on the blood droplet, for fear that something would go wrong, so he slowly guided it downward with his hand holding the hair, and the blood droplet also maintained the shape and moved down inch by inch.

All this made Li Xin a little stunned, this Zheng Jiuwu didn't know what kind of person he was, knocking it was more like some kind of mysterious ritual than seeing a doctor to save people. And the next scene surprised her even more, when the blood droplet slipped to the bottom, Zheng Jiuwu gently supported it with his fingers, and the blood droplet actually stood intact on his fingertips. He looked at the drop of blood, his face was very nervous, and the drop of blood kept swaying with the rhythm of his breathing, as if it could disperse at any time. He carefully held the drop of blood and slowly moved to Wang Ling, who was constantly twitching, and then slammed his finger into Wang Ling's face in Li Xin's scream!

At this time, Zheng Jiuwu seemed to be a different person, and he began to paint on Wang Ling's face, because Li Xin couldn't see what he was painting from a distance. His speed was also extremely fast, and after a while, he suddenly raised his other hand and slapped Wang Ling's cheek hard.

With a "snap", this slap directly woke Lao Pi up from his sleep, and even the poet who was known as a concussion sat up with a spirit. I saw that Zheng Jiuwu's backhand was another slap, and after this blow, Lao Pi was a little stunned, what he saw was such a picture: Li Xin was sitting on the ground sobbing, his hair was messy, and at this time, the plague god was sitting on Wang Ling's lap and raised his hand to slap him......

After a short period of consternation, Lao Pi suddenly reacted, jumped up and pounced on Zheng Jiuwu like a hungry wolf. This Zheng Jiuwu's attention at this time was still on Wang Ling, and the two of them were hugged together and rolled towards the water when the old skin pounced like this, and the old skin rolled while he also raised his fists and smashed Zheng Jiuwu towards everything that could be reached, but the poor Zheng Jiuwu was beaten up before he could explain, if Li Xin hadn't reacted and shouted to the poet to pull the frame, it is estimated that these two people would have to roll into the sea.

Looking at Zheng Jiuwu, who was swollen at the corners of his mouth and covered in sand and mud, Lao Pi looked at him very embarrassed after listening to this paragraph and said: "What brother, yes, I'm sorry, I thought it was ......" He didn't know what to say, looking at Li Xin's angry face, Lao Pi became more and more embarrassed, and pulled Zheng Jiuwu's hand and said: "In this way, you beat me until you feel angry." ”

Zheng Jiuwu didn't even bother to look at him, so he went to the water's edge to freshen up gently, forgetting to say that this guy loves cleanliness very much, even under the conditions of educated youth, he has always kept it clean. In the stone house of the four men, only his side was always spotless, and even if a few clothes were torn, they were still washed and neatly folded.

Looking at the enigmatic man, Lao Pi blamed himself and began to complain about why Li Xin didn't wake him up, at this time, Wang Ling's face was much more normal than before, and his breathing was also very even, only the deep pinch marks on his chin could restore the previous danger. The thing on his face that was painted by Zheng Jiuwu looked like both a character and a painting, crooked and rectangular, and it looked a little scary. The poet stared at it for a moment and then said, "I think this thing looks like a talisman." ”

"Fu?" "That's right," the poet nodded, "there used to be a gentleman in our hometown, and he was asked to preside over the white affairs of the village, and I saw him when I was a child, and he pasted a yellow paper on the wall of the human spirit hall, and then used cinnabar to draw characters of this appearance, I heard that it seemed to be used to suppress ghosts." A few years ago, the old gentleman was shocked, was beaten into the black five category, and I heard my dad say that he finally hanged himself, and before he died, he also pasted such a thing on his head. The Red Guards who went to rob the corpse heard that night that they were all vomiting and diarrhea there, and then someone instructed those who had bullied him to take incense, candles, paper money, and go to his grave to make amends, and two of them slapped themselves and slapped themselves and fanned out their teeth......"

"It's got it, the more you talk about it, the more you don't talk about it." Lao Pi waved his hand and said, "I'll just ask Lao Zheng, Lao Zheng, what's wrong with this fourth brother?" ”

That Zheng Jiuwu didn't come over, just a person half-squatting there, and the old skin had to go over to find him, and after two or three sentences, the other party just didn't answer the stubble, which made the old skin anxious and said: "That thing is still lying down, what is wrong, you can show it to others, so you can say it!" ”

"It's all right," he said without looking back, "There are still two hours before the tide recedes, so you can go quickly." ”

"We?" Lao Pi was surprised: "What do you call us?" Aren't you on the same page as us? ”

"I am me, you are you, please don't get confused." Zheng Jiuwu slowly stood up and said, "I still have my own things to do, I'm sorry, please let me." With that, he pushed away the old skin in the clouds and walked alone into the dark corner. Lao Pi wanted to chase after him and ask, but at this moment Li Xin shouted that the fourth brother had woken up......

Wang Ling, who woke up, suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if the scriptures on both sides of his temples were about to explode, and after being slowly helped up by the poet, he rubbed his face and smelled a faint smell of blood, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with me?" ”

This Li Xin told what he had seen, and when he said how Zheng Jiuwu saved him, Wang Ling suddenly remembered the scene he had just seen, as long as he thought of the picture of being pressed on his back, he felt a headache, he shook his head vigorously and said, "What about Lao Zheng?" ”

"It's a plague god who escapes alive," Lao Pi said with some dissatisfaction: "It's very stingy, isn't it that I misunderstood him, and I don't know where to hide." ”

"You're so impulsive, too." Wang Ling glanced at him and said, "I have something I want to ask him, I just had a dream, if it was a dream, it would be a little too realistic." ”

Carrying a kerosene lamp, Wang Ling did not let anyone else accompany him, he wanted to go to Zheng Jiuwu alone. In a corner, the latter leaned against the rock with his eyes closed and seemed to be resting, Wang Ling squatted in front of him and thought for a while, but then spoke first: "Thank you, although you still don't want to say more, but listening to the description they gave me, you should know some doorways, I am talking about yin and yang, gods and ghosts." Excuse me, did I fall for the evil just now? ”

"I don't know." His answer is always like that, Wang Ling has been used to hearing this answer in the past few days, then Zheng Jiuwu paused and said: "Don't thank me, remember what I told you, leave here, leave this island, leave those people." ”

"Leave?" Wang Ling remembered that Zheng Jiuwu had indeed let himself leave, so didn't that mean that the dream was real? Or how could Zheng Jiuwu know the content of the dream, and know their conversation in the dream?

"Who the hell are you?" Wang Ling lowered his voice and said, "Why do we have to leave this island? What's in that cabin, if you don't say anything, I'll call Old Leather to help. ”

"You're threatening me?" Zheng Jiuwu finally opened his eyes, but then he said: "I advise you not to do something that you can't do, not every time you have such good luck." ”

Wang Ling nodded slightly, then retreated sharply, turned around, and shouted, "The old leather poet picks up the guy and comes with me!" ”