The school resumed classes after the National Day.

Wen Qizhou went to the education area early in the morning, and not long after he left, Chi Yue and Ming Zhang also went to the residents' trading market to set up stalls.

Since the launch of the powerful insecticide, the official will send the army to completely sanitize it from time to time, so that the mutant insects in the base have been greatly reduced, and occasionally two or three are encountered, and because of the insect repellent stickers attached to people's bodies, they dare not approach rashly.

They no longer covered themselves tightly when they went out, Rao was leaning against the trees, and Chi Yue was not as frightened as before.

She and Mingzhang sat on a plastic stool behind the table, laying out turtle shells, bamboo tubes, and rune paper one by one, unlike the stall owners next to them, who would shout a few times, just quietly waiting for customers to walk to the stall.

Chi Yue was idle and looked at the acupuncture point map.

She already knows the acupuncture points on the human head, and what she is currently looking at seriously is the acupuncture points on the torso.

After she wrote down some of the acupuncture points, she stared at the road in front of the stall and silently recited it, and the lips that kept moving but rarely made a sound made people who passed by couldn't help but look at her twice.

"God babble." Someone muttered, but he almost didn't put the words "feudal superstition" on Chi Yue's face.

The attentive Chi Yue didn't hear it.

However, Ming Zhang looked at the man coldly, and when the person was uncomfortable walking away, he pricked up his ears and continued to listen to the acupuncture points on Chi Yue's back.

"Three inches below the umbilicus is the ...... of Yuanguan"

"Guan Yuanxue." After he corrected it, he would also talk about the symptoms treated by the acupuncture points to deepen her memory: "Guan Yuan acupoint is mainly used to treat stroke, deficiency and cold fatigue, hernia, diarrhea, etc. ”

Chi Yue nodded and repeated.

Just as they were about to memorize other acupuncture points, a woman with a rather haggard face hurried to their stall.

"Dao Chief." She seemed to be nervous, flying around, always paying attention to her surroundings: "Can you help me catch ghosts?" ”

"Ghost hunting?"

Ming Zhang raised his eyebrows.

Chi Yue beside him was also aroused by the "ghost hunt", and he didn't have the heart to remember the acupuncture points on his torso, so he raised his eyes to look at her.

"To ......" Tao Ting raised her hands slightly, folded them on the table, swallowed twice, and told her experience.

At the end of September, one of them was sucked clean by mutant insects and died, and not long after his death, he frequently "harassed" Tao Ting, so that Tao Ting could often see him in the middle of the night.

She initially suspected it was a dream.

But as she saw him more often, she stayed awake longer, and she couldn't deceive herself with "dreams".

Tao Ting: "Dao Chief, do you have a way?" Her hoarse voice was full of exhaustion and fear: "I haven't slept in days, I'm going to go crazy if I keep going like this!" ”

"Does he talk to you every time?"

"Not to mention, he just stood there looking at me eerily, and occasionally laughed weirdly."

It's clear.

He held a fan in his hand and fanned the wind, his eyes looked at the black blue under her eyes, and asked gently, "Have you seen a psychiatrist?" ”

“…… No. ”

"Why don't you register and try it?"

"I don't feel sick." She fiddled with the tablecloth under her fingers, and for a moment she was in a trance.

"You can't take 'feelings' for anything." Ming Zhang paused for two seconds: "Avoiding medical treatment is easy to cause bigger problems. ”

Tao Ting was silent for a long time.

finally suppressed the anxiety in his heart: "Then I'll find a doctor first, and if the diagnosis is okay, I'll come to you again." ”

"Okay." He watched Tao Ting walk away.

Chi Yue, who had been observing the other party, turned her head and asked Ming Zhang: "If she really hits a ghost, can you solve it?" ”

Ming Chang shook his head: "I haven't tried." ”

Since beating his master's generation, he has not encountered a soul body, and he has no experience to talk about, so he can only act according to the records.

"How sure are you?"

"Sancheng?"

“…… Let's hope it's her hallucination. It also saves him from accidentally putting himself in it.