The old doctor's name is An Shunliang, a famous imperial doctor in Dachu, who is getting older, and returned to his hometown last year and settled in Ningyuan City. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Originally, Dr. An never went to the clinic, but he couldn't stand Liu Wuzhou's bitter pleading, and he couldn't resist the temptation of this unseen illness, and Liu Wuzhou took a carriage for a day and a night, and he was about to arrive.

Dr. An waved away the various people around the bed, and what caught his eye was a **** figure full of pustules. Dr. An's eyes lit up, this was not like a disease, but like a witchcraft recorded in a medical book.

His eyes were vicious, and when he swept it, he found that the patient's face was calm, and his abdomen was slightly undulating, apparently asleep, not dead. He made up his mind, pushed away the city lord Liu who was crying, cut the soft cloth, put Liu Zhou's hand flat on the porcelain pillow he brought, stretched out three fingers, probed the pulse, shook his head, and muttered to himself.

Seeing him behave like this, the others hurriedly held their breath.

After a moment, Dr. An withdrew his fingers, gently looked at Liu Zhou's eyelids, and said with a puzzled expression: "Liu Gongzi's breath is stable, his breathing is deep and powerful, he is sleeping soundly, and there is no big problem. ”

Liu Wuzhou grabbed Dr. An and said in a trembling voice: "You said he was asleep?

Liu Wuzhou's face changed in an instant, and he pointed to Liu Zhou, who was neither human nor ghost on the bed, with a hint of annoyance in his tone: "You see that the doctor is like this, and it is not a big deal?"

Dr. An cleaned his hands in the basin and said, "There is no worry about his life, I will prescribe medicine and boil the potion to help him clean his skin, which can help him suppurate and scab as soon as possible." ”

Seeing that Liu Wuzhou still didn't believe it, Dr. An waved his hand and said: "I have stayed in your mansion for the past few days, and when your son wakes up, I will know that what I said is true." ”

Hearing Dr. An's words, and believing that the old imperial doctor was famous, he put down half of his heart, and the other half was still floating high, full of hesitation: I didn't see it two days ago, why do you say it's okay now?

Here, Liu's mother woke up and learned that her youngest son was not dead, but just asleep, and cried with joy!

With tears in her eyes, she pointed to the few subordinates who had just taken care of Liu Zhou and scolded: "Which one of the killers was crying just now?" She raised her hand and pulled the face of a little girl, and pointed at the other girls one by one: "Are you crying? Or are you crying? You curse my son again, you white-eyed wolves! If my son has three longs and two shorts, none of you will survive!"

The little maids were so frightened that they cried and begged for mercy.

I don't blame these girls, today Young Master Liu Zhou was already out of breath and less breathing, and suddenly the girl saw that Young Master Liu Zhou, who was still unbearably moving from time to time due to itching, suddenly became motionless, and she also called a few times, but there was no response. At this moment, he panicked, and several subordinates cried together.

Who would have thought that Liu Gongzi, who had been unable to sleep for seven or eight days, suddenly fell asleep?

Dr. Ahn, who rested in the guest room after prescribing the medicine, did not rest. He carefully recalled Liu Zhou's symptoms, his body was incomplete, pustules all over his body, itching, and he couldn't sleep all night, which was typical of witch spells.

How many years have you not seen this symptom? 50 or 60 years? Or is it longer? Have you seen it when you were a young apprentice?

What's even more strange is that when he asks for a pulse, he finds that the spell has been solved, and the master does not know it. I don't know what the story is behind this.

Dr. Ann fell into deep thought.

An Shun Liang is over 80 years old, and he still remembers those things vividly. Once upon a time, gods and demons were rampant, and spells flew wildly. Those who are mighty stomp their feet, the heavens and the earth crack, and the rivers flow backwards.

That year, there was a great war, the stars appeared during the day, the night sky hung day by day, the universe was torn apart, and the flood was raging. After the Great War, there were broken magic weapons everywhere, flesh and blood entrails. I don't know why that great war started, why it was annihilated, who lived, who died. An Shunliang only knew that in just one month, the entire Great Chu was shattered, and countless mortal families were destroyed.

Fortunately, since then, the gods and monsters have disappeared.

The people hated those who cultivated immortals for shattering their families and countries and disregarding people's lives, and seeing that there were no gods and monsters involved in the world after the war, they secretly burned the relevant books, records, and dojos. The mortals who survived the war invariably stopped talking about those fairies and ghosts. Decades have passed, and Da Chu has gradually regained its prosperity, and the immortals of Da Chu and everything related to it have gradually disappeared in the long river of time.

Some time ago, there were several books of immortals on the market, which had aroused the vigilance of the imperial court. An Shunliang also looked for one or two books to skim and read, and found that they were all nonsense, which made people laugh, so he ignored them. I didn't expect that now that the magic of witchcraft is alive again, it seems that the world is going to be in chaos again.

Dr. An was worried and felt that this matter should warn his old friends in the capital. Lifting the wolf hair at hand, dipped in thick ink, he described what he saw and heard today, described it in detail, and sent someone to the post station overnight.

It is this letter that is about to be thrown into the oil barrel like a spark, a corner of the forgotten mysterious world that will be unveiled again, and a vigorous and bizarre post-immortal generation has begun.

No matter how worried Dr. An was, Li Yue took Wenmo's family to visit him one by one, and he was busy until the moonlight was all over the sky.

Fortunately, the other boys were not as seriously ill as Liu Zhou, but without Li Yue's treatment, they would not be able to survive for a few more days. In addition, fortunately, there were a few boys who brought the little ones that day, and none of them were cursed with blood. Li Yue guessed that this blood poison spell needed to be cast by the medium, maybe the medium was not cheap and common, in this world where the lives of inferior people were like mustard, the cost of killing the small people was too high and not worth it.

Li Yue figured out the reasons for this in the interests of modern people, and he actually guessed it very accurately.

The art of witchcraft requires the use of spell spirits, which are mostly insects, snakes, rats, ants and other living creatures, which are fed with various special drugs over the years, assisted by various spells, strengthen their bodies, strengthen their souls, and then pickle, or fire, or air-dried, or oil-soaked to preserve the various methods. The Blood Poison Spell is a very low-level witch spell, and the required spell spirit is also common, ordinary insects and ants can do it, but feeding the medicine is not usual, plus it takes at least a year to cultivate, and finally the spell spirit is cultivated, and it costs a lot. Killing a few young masters with a blood poison curse is like smashing Kuo Shao with a gold nugget, although it is a lot of money, but it is also refreshing, but it is not worth it to smash a few ant-like subordinates with gold nuggets.

Li Yue dragged his tired body back home, sleepy. He was now sure that every time he applied the Evil Seal of Cowardice, his mind would be dizzy for a moment, and the stream of heat that flowed out with it was an extremely important thing, although he didn't know what it was, but every time he applied the Evil Seal of Cowardice, his body would be more tired and empty. It's like overusing your brain and not having enough energy.

Although Li Yue was hungry, he had no appetite at all. All that shook in front of me was the pustular-filled, non-human-shaped naked body. Li Yue wailed, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep in a moment.

In my sleep, I no longer see high-rise buildings and busy traffic. In the chaos, a small figure sat in the air, the three words "Soul Nourishing Sutra" in the sky were like warm sun, and the orange-red light infiltrated the little figure, undulating in the chaos.

Let's say that Li Yue woke up on the second day, although his abdomen was beating like a drum, he was refreshed. sighed in my heart: "Sure enough, youth is capital, and when I woke up, I was alive again." ”

Seeing that Li Yue woke up, Wen Mo hurriedly washed up and prepared breakfast. Li Yue had no appetite for colored dishes, so he had to drink three bowls of white porridge.

Here Wen Mo has already talked excitedly. It turned out that Wen Mo went to the street this morning, and met the housekeeper who came out to buy from the lord of Liu City, and he smiled, and bought a cart of chicken, duck and fish, and the only happy thing must be that Liu Zhou has improved. Although I don't know how to turn the dead back to life overnight, Wen Mo believes that it must be the credit of his own young master. Yesterday, he asked Mo that he also accompanied the young master to Liu Chengzhu's house, and Liu Zhou's improvement was not due to his own merits.

Thinking that the young master had gone to more than a dozen other homes yesterday, Wen Mo was not in a hurry to go home, and slowly wandered outside the market.