Country Peerless God of Medicine

Chapter 85

"Mother, sit still and don't move around." Chu Yang came to Zhang Yuman and said to Zhang Yuman.

Zhang Yuman's face was stiff and his expression was dull.

Boom! ! !
A deafening thunder sounded.

Zhang Yuman shuddered when he heard the thunder, his arms and legs trembled slightly.

Chu Yang immediately took out a pack of disposable acupuncture needles from his pocket. Nine needles were clamped between his left fingers, and one needle was pinched between the index finger and thumb of his right hand.

Swish!
The first needle pierced Zhang Yuman's acupuncture points.

Zhang Yuman, whose hands and feet were trembling originally, and whose body was trembling, now remained motionless as if he had been immobilized.

The second stitch...

The third stitch...

The fourth stitch...

Chu Yang's speed was very fast, and the first six stitches in the "thirteen stitches of the ghost gate" were completed in one go.

Now it's time for the most crucial seventh needle...

The seventh needle is the ghost bed, five points into it.

Chu Yang held the seventh needle and pierced Zhang Yuman's acupuncture points.

Boom! ! !
At this time, a thunder that shook the sky and the earth suddenly sounded.

Chu Yang saw around Zhang Yuman's body, there were tiny silver tentacles of lightning flashing.

These lightning tentacles, which were extremely small and could not cause harm to the human body, entered Zhang Yuman's body along the needle handle on Zhang Yuman's body.

Zhang Yuman's body actually lit up with a very faint silver light.

Chu Yang glanced at Chu Aimin.

Chu Aimin's eyes were full of worry, but not surprised. It seemed that Chu Aimin couldn't see the strange scene just now, only Chu Yang could see it.

"Father, go get that piece of paper and a pen," Chu Yang said.

Chu Aimin was taken aback, not knowing what Chu Yang's words meant, but he didn't ask any further questions, and immediately ran to the study, and walked in with a pen and paper.

Chu Aimin handed the pen and paper to Chu Yang.

Holding a pen and paper in his hand, Chu Yang came to Zhang Yuman, put the pen and paper on the table in front of Zhang Yuman, and said, "I don't care if you are a god or a wronged soul, just write down your wish, I can accommodate your request."

"But I have one condition, I must leave my mother's body."

"If you are willing, write down your wish on the paper. If you are unwilling, I will destroy you physically and mentally, and your soul will be scattered."

Chu Aimin looked at Chu Yang strangely, not understanding why Chu Yang would say such inexplicable words.

suddenly.

Chu Aimin stared at Zhang Yuman with wide eyes.

Zhang Yuman took the pen on the table and began to write on the paper.

Chu Aimin clearly remembered that Zhang Yuman had never been to school, nor had he ever learned to write, and he couldn't even hold a pen.

But the scene in front of him made Chu Aimin's eyes widen, his scalp tingle, and he even felt weird.

Zhang Yuman not only knows how to write, but also writes very quickly and smoothly.

Snapped!
After finishing writing, Zhang Yuman put the pen in his hand on the table, turned his head and took a deep look at Chu Yang.

Chu Yang took a look at the paper on the table and said, "Your wish is not difficult for me, so I promise you."

Chu Yang's voice fell.

Zhang Yuman's body softened, like a deflated ball, about to fall to the ground.

Chu Yang grabbed Zhang Yuman.

Chu Aimin also came to help at this time, and the two helped Zhang Yuman to the bed.

"Cough cough cough...water...I want to drink water..." Zhang Yuman made a weak voice.

"Okay, okay, I'll pour water right away, I'll pour water." Chu Aimin looked excited, and hurried to pour water.

"Huh? Chu Yang? Why are you back? Didn't you serve as a soldier outside? When did you come back? You didn't even say hello to your family." Seeing Chu Yang standing in front of the bed, Zhang Yuman kept asking questions. pop out of the mouth.

Chu Aimin came to Zhang Yuman with water: "Our son has been back for several days."

"You don't remember what happened in the past few days?"

Chu Yang smiled lightly and said, "Father, Mother's memory is still three years ago, so it's normal not to remember what happened in these three years."

Chu Aimin nodded: "So that's the case."

"That is to say, your mother's memory of the past three years is blank?"

Chu Yang nodded and said, "That's true."

Chu Aimin smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether you remember what happened in the past three years, as long as you are fine."

"Maybe it's a good thing for your mother not to remember what happened in the past three years."

Chu Yang said: "Father, you are here to take care of mother, I have other things."

Chu Aimin waved his hand: "Okay, go get busy."

Chu Yang picked up the paper full of words on the table and walked out.

He came to his room, sat on the stool, and looked at the words written on the paper.

Chu Yangzai read it word by word carefully, and murmured to himself, "It is a ghost that has been dead for five years in the body of my mother."

"The name of this innocent soul was Sun Meizhen, and she is also from Shuixi Village."

"According to what she said, she was killed by Wang Dehong."

Chu Yang's face was cold, and his eyes were full of coldness: "Hmph! It's this Wang Dehong again. This guy is really full of evil, and his hands are full of human lives."

"Sun Meizhen has a daughter named Han Qingqing. Han Qingqing was 13 years old when Sun Meizhen was killed. Now Han Qingqing is already dead."

"She has two things that I need to do for her. One is to take care of her daughter, and the other is to avenge her."

Chu Yang put away the paper and said to himself, "These two things are not difficult."

"Fulfilling these two last wishes for Sun Meizhen will completely end the karma with Sun Meizhen, and I will not suffer the backlash of 'Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate' karma."

Chu Yang decided to go to Sun Meizhen's daughter Han Qingqing's house first to see how Han Qingqing's life is now.

He came out of the house and ran to Han Qingqing's house.

Han Qingqing's home was on the edge of Yunxi Village, some distance away from Chu Yang's home, but it was much closer to Chu Yang's small clinic.

In about 10 minutes, Chu Yang came to Han Qingqing's house.

He looked at the house in front of him. The house was dilapidated, with dense cracks in the walls, and it was crumbling, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The house has no courtyard wall, only a fence, and the courtyard gate is made of branches and ropes.

In the yard, there are washed white clothes hanging in the sun. Judging from the shape and style, they are girls' clothes.

Chu Yang pushed the courtyard door and walked in: "Is there anyone there?"

There was no response, no sound from inside the room.

Chu Yang shouted again: "Is there anyone at home?"

There was still no movement in the house.

"Isn't Han Qingqing at home?" Chu Yang thought to himself.

"If Han Qingqing isn't at home, then I'll come back later." Chu Yang was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly smelled a strong, pungent smell.

"Huh? What's the smell? It smells bad!" Chu Yang's expression suddenly changed, and he rushed into the room.

In the damp and cold room, a young girl was lying on the ground, holding a bottle of finished pesticide in her hand, foaming at the mouth, her eyes were closed tightly, and her breathing was weak.

(End of this chapter)