Without waiting for me to ask, the old man acted like he wouldn't leave if I didn't say yes.

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, the home remedies he heard must be home remedies, and I had never heard of cutting off his own flesh.

Just as I was about to leave, the little dragon next to me suddenly made a surprised sound.

I'm a little strange, I have some impressions of this little dragon, it's Qiu Qi's friend, and he is a buddy here, and the last time the information came from him.

"What's wrong, you know him?" I wondered.

Xiaolong nodded nervously, pulled me aside, and whispered, "This is the old man who came to deliver the bronze sword that day." ”

I immediately frowned: "Are you sure?" ”

"I watched it several times, and although he was more sloppy than that day, I could still recognize that he had a very obvious scar on his head, which was in the shape of a moon, on the left side of his forehead."

Listening to Xiaolong's words, I subconsciously glanced at the old man, really.

I took a deep breath and walked over to the old man.

"I can help you, but you have to tell me something."

The old man raised his head in surprise, with some confusion in his eyes: "What is it?" ”

"You come with me first."

I led the old man to the lounge on the second floor and closed the door.

"I'll ask you something, and you're going to answer truthfully."

The old man was a little nervous, fidgeting, and didn't know where to put his hands.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person, I just asked you something, did you come to the store with a bronze sword a few days ago?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing that the old man confessed, I immediately said, "I'm sorry, that bronze sword was lost." ”

"Lost?" The old man stood up excitedly.

"Yes, the previous boss died on this sword."

"No wonder, no wonder, this is retribution, retribution!" The old man's emotions suddenly became excited.

"What retribution?" I immediately asked.

How do you know that the old man pointed at my nose and scolded: "Damn, it turned out to be your group of rice buckets, and my son was killed by you!" ”

I didn't get excited because of the old man's anger, but asked quietly, "Your son, what does it have to do with the bronze sword?" ”

The old man became more and more excited, and grabbed me by the collar: "If something happens to my son, I will not be done with you." ”

"You're just going to waste more of the time I should have spent saving your son."

The old man slowly let go of his hand, and even hugged his head and cried.

I'm a little curious, this old man seems to be hiding a lot of secrets.

When the old man calmed down, I immediately asked about what he had just said.

"Your son, what does it have to do with that sword?"

"That sword was given to me by a wandering master five years ago, my son was a gentleman in his early years, lost all his family property, and did all the evil things, everyone said that my son was a ghost, I visited famous doctors everywhere, but it had no effect, until I met a master, saying that this sword has the use of warding off evil spirits, let me put it at home."

"The master didn't tell me the origin of this sword?"

The old man thoughtfully recalled: "He said that the sword was an antique, belonging to a friend of his, and that he should have been buried with him after his friend's death, but seeing that I needed it, he borrowed me first, and when the blade was bleeding, he asked the Huangquan postman to deliver it to an address." ”

"You sent the sword some time ago because it was oozing blood?"

"yes, there's a lot of blood, it's all over the place, and it almost scared me to death." The old man spoke so eloquently that it didn't sound like a fake.

It seems that the large pool of blood in the hospital room is not just a story, it is really something, it is brought by this sword.

The old man said to himself: "It must be because the sword was lost, and the master lowered his guilt to cause my son to fall into this situation, and you must be fully responsible." ”

I shook my head: "Now is not the time to blame anyone, if you don't find a way in time, your son will definitely die." ”

Hearing me say this, the old man panicked even more: "Then what can you do?" ”

"So, take me to your son."

At present, if you want to find the bronze sword, you have to remember it for a long time, or you still have to stabilize his son's situation first.

The old man agreed without even thinking about it.

I followed the old man all the way to a neighborhood with a good location.

The value of being able to live here is not ordinary, but judging from the old man's dress, I wonder if he has gone to the wrong place.

"Do you live here?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile: "Don't look at me like this, I'm actually very rich, but I just broke my heart for that son!" ”

I casually inquired about the old man's family background, and then I learned that the old man's name is Yu Minhuai, the family is indeed not poor, and the ancestor is an official.

When I arrived at Yu Minhuai's house, in the bedroom, I saw the son in his mouth, and there was a strong smell of disinfectant water.

Yu Minhuai's son was being tied to the bed by Wuhuada at this time, his mouth was stuffed with thick gauze, and his limbs were covered with bruises and wounds.

"This is a child, Yu calmly." Yu Minhuai introduced me with some sadness and helplessness in his tone.

"He seems quiet now, when does he usually get sick?"

"At night, as soon as it gets dark, it starts to become manic, biting its own flesh, you don't look at the gauze in its mouth is so thick, it can be bitten like that."

I can't think of any illness that could be a symptom of this, but I've seen a similar situation from the Tibetan Secret Records, which records a person who is an evil person who will tear his skin and drink his own blood until he bites himself to death completely.

This kind of general offense is to provoke a vicious ghost to provoke its revenge.

It's hard for me to tell if it has something to do with the bronze sword.

"There's a way." I said slowly.

"What's the method?" Yu Minhuai saw some hope from me, and his eyes were full of eagerness.

"You tie him up, hang him upside down, and go prepare a bucket of black dog blood."

Yu Minhuai was confused about what I was doing, but he still did what I said.

About half an hour passed, and Yu Minhuai walked in from outside the door carrying a bucket of black dog blood.

"I'm all set up as you say, can I get started?"

"Alright."

I took a wooden ruler out of my pocket and slammed it heavily on the soles of my feet.

This is called shaking the evil spirit.

Seeing a heavy black gas coming out of Yu Congrong's nose, Yu Congrong had a very heavy evil qi on his body, and it was far from enough to rely on a wooden ruler.

Seeing that it was almost over, I directly poured the black dog's blood on Calm's body.

"Alright, give him a bath and wash up."

The blood of the black dog is the most yang thing, which can ward off evil spirits and suppress yin, as for whether it is useful or not, I can't guarantee it.

In order to see what was going on when Yu calmly became ill, I decided to stay until the evening.