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Cheng Hanfei directly led Song Fengchen to the Zhang family.
"Han Fei," Zhang Zhongshu came down the stairs quickly, his eyes fell on Song Fengchen, and the seriousness on his face faded a little: "This one is Song Xian nephew, right?"
Song Fengchen responded, "Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Zhongshu shook his head: "It's a bit too far-fetched to call Mr. Shidao. After all, Shidao and I are still classmates in high school. If you don't mind, just call me uncle just like Han Fei."
The Shidao in his mouth refers to Xu Shujian's father, Xu Shidao.
Song Fengchen is as good as a gentleman: "Uncle Zhang."
After saying the polite words, Zhang Zhongshu couldn't wait: "Nephew Song Xian, what about my old man?"
Song Fengchen nodded: "Let me see the old man."
"Okay." Zhang Zhongshu immediately led Song Fengchen upstairs.
Ever since he found out that the old man had ginseng slices in his mouth, his health was restored in an instant, and his family took the old man back from the hospital. Firstly, it is convenient to ask masters of metaphysics to look at it; secondly, it is to prevent interested people from using this matter to turn the old man into a guinea pig or something after they know about it.
Arriving at the door of the room, Zhang Zhongshu stretched out his hand and twisted the doorknob. In the room, four or five pairs of eyes looked over.
Song Fengchen walked in, looked at Zhang Bingjun, who was leaning against the pillow on the bed, his face was pale without a trace of blood, but Zhang Bingjun seemed to be in good spirits, and shouted: "Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Bingjun pulled out a smile, and said vaguely: "I'm really sorry, please trouble Brother Song to come over here."
Song Fengchen nodded slightly and didn't speak any more. He just walked to the bed, lifted the quilt from Zhang Bingjun's body, and looked him up and down.
Seeing his movements, the Zhang family present couldn't help but slow down their breathing.
? In literature, life failure until old age and death call the oil exhausted and the lamp dried up, which means that when the lamp oil is boiled dry, the fire is also extinguished. When it comes to metaphysics, Taoism uses the vitality in the human body to refer to lamp oil. When the anger is exhausted, the person dies.
?From the bright side, above Zhang Bingjun's entrance, although there is little life, the circulation is orderly. It is indeed the call of the imminent end, and it doesn't look like someone has tampered with it at all.
But looking at Zhang Bingjun's face again, it is clear that the other party has five or six years to live.
Song Fengchen covered Zhang Bingjun with the quilt again, and asked, "Is the old man taking ginseng in his mouth now?"
Zhang Bingjun nodded.
Song Fengchen: "Can I have a look?"
Zhang Bingjun nodded and looked up at a middle-aged man on Zhang Zhongshu's left.
You can't ask him to spit out the ginseng slices in his mouth for Song Fengchen to see!
The middle-aged man will feel sorry, turn around and walk to the cabinet in the corner, open the door, and take out a wooden box: "This is it."
Song Fengchen took the wooden box, opened it, and saw a ginseng half the length of his index finger.
He picked up the half ginseng, and the first feeling he got was that it was a bit heavy.
As I said before, in Song Fengchen's last life, in 2000, a thousand-year-old ginseng was auctioned at the Haishi Ginseng Festival. The dry product weighed only 90 grams.
But now, the half ginseng in his hand is estimated to weigh about two taels.
Song Fengchen held the half ginseng under his nose and smelled it. The rich ginseng fragrance hit his face, and he shook his nose. He could vaguely smell a faint rancid smell.
He said: "If possible, please get me a bowl of pot bottom ash and a few bottles of white vinegar."
"Okay." Although he didn't understand what Song Fengchen wanted these for, the middle-aged man nodded in response, then turned around and opened the door and walked out.
Song Fengchen asked again: "Where did this thing come from?"
All the Zhang family present looked at a young man on Zhang Zhongshu's right. They were not stupid. Hearing Song Fengchen's tone, they knew that something was wrong with this ginseng.
The young man scratched his head uncomfortably, and replied honestly: "I bought this from a lame old lady when I went to the pharmacy to get the medicine. She said that this ginseng was left for her by her father." Yes, because her grandson is seriously ill and needs money urgently, and she has no other way out, so she thought of selling this ginseng for money."
"I asked the doctor in charge of the pharmacy, and they all said that the age of this ginseng must be more than 3,000 years. The lame old lady asked for 8,000 yuan, and the pharmacy couldn't come up with that much cash at once. I thought that ginseng is not the age. The higher the medicine, the better the efficacy, and it happens that the family also needs this thing, so I rushed to buy it back."
He doesn't dare to brag about hisAfter realizing the miraculous effect of this ginseng, he just said anxiously: "Brother Song, is there something wrong with this ginseng?"
This scene is a bit familiar!
Song Fengchen only said: "It's not sure yet."
At this moment, the middle-aged man came back with something.
Song Fengchen poured the ashes from the bottom of the pot into the washbasin, mixed it with white vinegar, then picked up a towel stained with black viscous liquid and rubbed the half of ginseng vigorously.
The pungent sour smell spread instantly, and just when Zhang Zhongshu couldn't bear it anymore and was about to open the window with red eyes, Song Fengchen finally stopped what he was doing.
He called out, "Water."
The middle-aged man quickly picked up the water ladle and scooped up a ladle of water and poured it on Song Fengchen's hands.
Two minutes later, the drenched water gradually became clear again, but the half ginseng in Song Fengchen's hand still remained black. The Zhang family saw it and were terrified.
Song Fengchen took the dry towel handed over by the middle-aged man, wiped off the water on his hands, and when he smelled the half of ginseng, the strong ginseng fragrance was gone, and there was only a rancid smell blowing his face.
He said: "Sure enough."
Zhang Zhongshu couldn't help asking: "Nephew Song Xian, what the hell is this?"
"This thing is indeed ginseng." Song Fengchen said.
Zhang Zhongshu was taken aback.
Song Fengchen looked up at him: "Does the zombie know?"
Zhang Zhongshu nodded.
In the last life, Song Fengchen once heard a saying in a movie: "The reason why people become bad people is because they don't live up to expectations, and the reason why corpses become zombies is because they breathe more."
"In the Song Dynasty, wars continued, the people were in dire straits, and countless innocent people died. There was a custom in the North at that time. In order to prevent the dead from harboring resentment, they would turn into zombies after death. When collecting the corpse, they would bury it in the mouth of the dead. The next ginseng seed wrapped in cinnabar."
"If the deceased dies without any complaints, he will naturally live in peace. If the deceased holds a grudge and cannot swallow a breath hanging in his throat, the ginseng seeds in his mouth will use this breath as nourishment to take root and sprout This breath is absorbed by ginseng. The seed was snatched away, without it, the corpse of the dead would naturally not become a zombie."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Bingjun's complexion changed drastically, and his stomach was tumbling: "Wow"
He fell on the edge of the bed and immediately threw up.
"dad¡ª¡ª"
The scene became chaotic in an instant. Seeing the Zhang family's panic, Song Fengchen touched his nose and didn't continue talking.
Just when Zhang Bingjun was about to spit out all the acidic water in his stomach, he suddenly rolled his eyes, twisted the corners of his mouth, and fell down convulsively.
Without the ginseng, he became paralyzed again.
Only this time, the Zhang family obviously had a backbone, "Nephew Song Xian, what should we do now?"
Song Fengchen clearly saw that the anger above Zhang Bingjun's entrance was chaotic, and the little anger that was left was pouring into his heart one by one, and he couldn't get in.
He stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Bingjun's heart, where he touched a bump the size of a soybean.
When I closed my eyes and opened them again, when I fixed my eyes and looked again, the bump the size of a soybean grain turned into a small bug.
Almost blurting out, his pupils shrank: "This is, Gu worm¡ª"
Song Fengchen might as well make a bold guess.
Generally speaking, Gu worms are cultivated with insidious things, which naturally leads to their nature of admiring insidious things.
This ginseng, which grows from the resentment in the dead body as nourishment, is evil enough, which can also explain why Zhang Bingjun's condition improved immediately when he took the ginseng slices in his mouth.
¡ª¡ªWhen he had the ginseng slice in his mouth, this Gu worm concentrated on absorbing the yin energy in the ginseng slice, so how could he have the energy to torment him!
"Gu worms?" Seeing Zhang Bingjun half-dead, Zhang Zhongshu was about to burst into tears, and said anxiously: "Nephew Song Xian, since the matter has been clarified, do you think it is possible to get the Gu worms out of the old man's body first?" ?¡±
Song Fengchen shook his head, and said with an apologetic expression: "Sorry, I don't have much research on Gu worms. Maybe, I can write a letter to ask my grandpa and ask him to recommend a master in this field."
It's just that if this is the case, it will inevitably delay a lot of time, but I don't know if Zhang Bingjun can persist to that point.
Zhang Zhongshu obviously thought of this too, his face turned blank, but he still felt lucky: "Is there no other way?"
"Not without it," Song Fengchen said, "To untie the bell, one must tie it"
At this moment, a voice came from outside the door: "Sir, Dr. Li has arrived, and he said that he has found a cure for the old man's illness." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)bsp; At this moment, a voice came from outside the door: "Sir, Doctor Li has arrived and said that he has found a cure for the old man's illness." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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