C1 (1/2)
The night was as dark as ink, and the sky was dotted with stars.
Zi Ye, the wind blew!
The branches of the willow trees were swaying in the wind. The wind carried a slight tension in it, and it became fiercer and fiercer.
Ancient books had them: Zi Ye, the weakest Yang Qi, and the richest Yin Qi!
The night was dark and the wind was strong. Something must happen.
A young man of about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, wearing ordinary clothes, holding a half-a-pound bottle of Red Star Second Pot in his hand, was walking on the road while swaying his feet.
”Stupid woman, water attribute Yanghua, to split legs at my most difficult time, you sure are something …”
Suddenly, a car rushed over.
”Bam!”
The young man somersaulted twice in the air and fell to the ground. Blood spurted from his mouth onto the ground, creating a beautiful red flower!
Before he could even say the word 'ruthless', he had already fainted.
And then the car was gone, and who would notice it in the dark?
A mass of 'black air' from an old locust tree beside him drilled into the young man's body!
”It's really too hard to find! I've been a ghost for more than 500 years, and I've been waiting for my childhood to come to an end. ”
When that ball of black gas entered the young man's body, it let out a long sigh.
”Father... It looks like someone got hit by a car. ”
An eighteen or nineteen year old young girl standing at the entrance of the Ciji Hall just happened to see the car crash.
”Don't cause trouble!”
A man in his fifties rolled his eyes.
”Daddy, aren't you a Chinese doctor? Hurry up and save him, and maybe you can even save his life! ”
The girl put down the basin and rushed over.
The girl noticed that the young man was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and his face was pale.
Cautiously, she reached for his neck and saw that his arteries were still responding. ”Not dead!”
Gritting her teeth, she used all her strength to help the young man up. ”Father, you can't be thinking of not saving me when you're about to die, right?”
The man shook his head and sighed, ”You, you have been so kind since you were young, aren't you afraid of being cheated by this kid?”
”If I were to see him die in front of our 'Ciji Hall', my conscience will not be good!”
A trace of stubbornness surfaced on the girl's rosy cheeks.
The two of them carried the injured youth to a bed in the center of the 'Ciji Hall'.
After about an hour, the black qi completely took over this body called Zhong Wentao.
This lump of black gas was actually a vengeful spirit that had existed for more than five hundred years.
Five hundred years ago, the most outstanding disciple of the Tai Yi Sect was called Zhong Ming.
While he was cultivating in seclusion, his enemies barged in and killed him at the most important moment of his breakthrough.
Fortunately, at the moment of his death, he had forced the three souls out, which allowed him to just barely keep a sliver of a wandering soul.
These hundreds of years, in order to find a person who was born in the prime of his youth, he had spent a lot of effort. Today, his luck was good, and he had finally found a suitable host.
The host's name was Zhong Wentao, who could be considered to be someone with a bitter fate.
Being an orphan since childhood, he was fired from work last month and had been unemployed for a month. He was already to the point that he had no money to eat and no place to sleep, wanting to find her girlfriend Ma Yuanyuan for help. Unexpectedly, he opened the door and saw her naked, rolling in bed with another man.
Sad and indignant, he took out the rest of his money and bought two bottles of red star pot head, and crazily drank it all down. Who knew that he would be so drunk that he would be hit by the speeding car in the dark.
Smelling the faint medicinal fragrance, rubbing his aching head, Zhong Ming slowly woke up.
The pretty girl, who had been guarding on the side, revealed a happy expression and happily shouted to the man beside her: ”He's awake, he's awake!”
The fat man in the white coat frowned and said unhappily: ”Mind your own business. If this man dies, it will be troublesome. If he doesn't, what will you do?”
However, he still walked over, checked Zhong Ming's injuries, and licked his lips: Hmm, this brat is really lucky, even though he was knocked away, only his brain and body were slightly injured.
”You're wrong!”
Zhong Ming suddenly walked down from his bed and swept the pharmacy. He picked up a box of 'silver needles' on a table not far away and took out five six centimeter long silver needles from within, and easily and easily injected it into the 'human acupoints' on the 'temples', the 'Bai Hui Acupoint', the 'Divine Palace' and the 'Er Men Acupoint' on the forehead.
Half of the silver needles entered his brain.
The girl at the side had a face of horror as she covered her mouth and exclaimed, ”Ah!? How can you insert a silver needle into your head! How painful that must be! ”
The man's expression changed drastically as he shouted loudly.
”If you want to end your own life, don't die in my clinic. If you want to die, scram outside on the road. There are plenty of cars that can crash into you there!”
”Don't get excited... I'm in acupuncture. ”