palm surgery

Chapter 13
He Lingjiang saw him fall asleep, so he put down the scroll and took out a paper talisman from his sleeve.

She placed the paper talisman in the palm of her hand, with the index finger and middle finger of her right hand close together, her fingertips drew a few strokes towards He Xiangshan, and then touched the paper talisman, and the talisman swayed and flew around He Xiangshan on the bed. The circle landed on his chest.

Looking at the paper talisman again, it has become bleak and lost its previous aura.

He Lingjiang took back the paper talisman, frowning slightly: It really was the spell that caused the machine.

Pulling the Machine Curse is the Profound Gate Prohibition Technique.

The so-called "pulling the machine" is to pull the vitality. The life in the body of the cursed person will be pulled out of the body, just like a serious illness, lingering on the bed all day, but there is no clear cause, even if you search for famous doctors all over the world, it is still In vain.

As short as three or five years, as long as eight or nine years, the man who was hit by the curse was finally exhausted and died of vitality, but his family only thought that he died of a serious illness.

In the previous dynasties, there were women who secretly asked someone to cast a spell on the lady in the family in order to compete for the love of their husband, and even women in the palace used this technique.

Later, the machine-pulling spell was listed as a forbidden technique for Xuanmen, and it was rarely used by anyone.

According to He's family, He Xiangshan's body began to have problems eight years ago.I just coughed a few times before, but then my body gradually began to feel tired, and the whole person became weaker and weaker. In recent years, it was even more difficult to get out of bed.Up to now, I want to use this spell to drain the vitality of the body.

I just don't know, who spent the past ten years setting up such a game.Wanting He Xiangshan's life, but not letting him die too quickly, seems to just want him to decline and die bit by bit.

He Lingjiang stood in front of the bed and looked down at He Xiangshan. He had been on a sick bed for many years. Even if he took good care of him, his expression was still filled with unavoidable decadence.

At this moment, his breathing is steady, but his vitality is consumed in this breath.

If it goes on like this, it will definitely not survive this winter.

She sighed faintly, then concentrated her energy, turned her palms and wrists slightly, her fingers fluttered, and then drew a complicated spell in the air, and pushed her right palm forward, the faintly visible spell hangs on He Xiangshan. square.

Turning the palm of his hand, he saw black qi overflowing from He Xiangshan. The black qi first lingered like a thin plume of smoke. As more and more black qi came out, it gradually gathered into black smoke, and the black fumes became more and more dense. thicker.

The temperature in the house has dropped a lot at some point, and it is a little freezing.

He Lingjiang bit the tip of his left finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and bounced it into the talisman in the sky. He saw that the talisman was shining brightly. dissipate.

When the black mist disappeared, she stopped her hands, took out two more talismans, moved her hands slightly, and stuck them on the cover of the curtain.

He Xiangshan has been in deep sleep for many years. Although she can say that she has traveled thousands of miles a day to practice mysticism with this new body, it is still a short time. If she wants to completely pull out this spell, she has to make up for his lost vitality. It will take a month or two to go back.

What's more, it is still unknown who cast the curse.If it gets better too quickly, it will inevitably make people suspicious and avoid it.Only in this way, and slowly get better, can the person who caused the curse couldn't help but start again.

After doing all this, even He Lingjiang would inevitably feel a little tired.

It is still a short time to practice, and the gap with the previous one is too big.

She took the power fence to open the door again, and Aman, who was waiting beside her, quickly opened the big umbrella and propped it above her head, strictly blocking the winter sun.

"Qi Niangzi, have you had a good word with the master?"

He Lingjiang nodded slightly: "Okay."

She turned her head and instructed the servant next to her: "Father listened to me reading the travel notes for a while, and he was inevitably a little tired and fell asleep. Don't disturb him."

She looked up at the sky: "At noon, it's time to wake up."

The little servant bowed his head, seeing He Lingjiang walking away, he bowed and said, "Qi Niangzi, walk slowly."

The He family has a large population, and in recent years, He Xiangshan's body has gradually weakened, so many things are handled by the Song family.

In addition to arranging the central feeder, the business outside the government also requires her to intervene one by one.

Although there are He Xiancheng and He Qianli to help share the burden, He Xiancheng is an official after all, and it is not easy to intervene too much. He Qianli does not make any mistakes in business management, but it is difficult to have a long-term strategy.

For so many years, most of the He family's business has been supported by the Song family.

She had just met the big shopkeepers in several shops.It's halfway through winter, and as the New Year is approaching, there are more things to deal with.

She pinched her brows and asked, "What time is it?"

Chen Hao bowed her head and replied, "It's already a quarter of noon."

Song Shi smiled: "Fortunately, it was not too late today, just in time to have lunch with the master."

When she entered He Xiangshan's room, he hadn't woken up yet, his breathing was steady, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Song carefully looked at He Xiangshan's face. After more than 20 years, this face has gradually aged.

He Lang, who passed the entrance exam and walked through the streets, has been tortured by illness to the point of being dry and thin, and his cheeks are deeply sunken.

He rarely slept so deeply.

Since the illness, he has only been able to fall asleep in a light sleep, and he coughs more at night, and wakes up with a slight movement. In the past two years, he has not been able to sleep well all day.

Lying on the bed every day to rest is just a helpless move.

She knew that when the master moved to this yard, in addition to meticulously recuperating, he was also afraid that he would disturb her daily rest.

Song shi just sat beside the bed and looked at him quietly.

The master slept so deeply, she was afraid that in one breath, people would be gone.

It was at noon that He Xiangshan slowly opened his eyes, and met Song Shi Rushui's eyes at a glance.

He smiled slowly and called her as he did when he was young: "Awan, are you here?"

Song shi helped him to sit up: "Master Lang slept well today."

"Yeah." He Xiangshan also sighed, "I haven't slept so deeply for a long time, I have no dreams, and even my body feels a little lighter when I wake up."

"This is a good thing." Song shi took the wet wipes handed over by the servant and wiped his hands carefully, "I want to come to the master in a good mood today, so he slept well. Did Jiang come here in the morning?"

He Xiangshan nodded: "This child came to accompany me and talked for a while, saying that he wanted to read travel notes to me, and while I was reading, I fell asleep. I don't even know when she left."

Song Shi smiled and said, "Ling Jiang is much more sensible and stable when he comes back this time."

"Yes." He Xiangshan's eyes were relieved, but for a moment he was a little sentimental: "I hope she will continue to be willful and not become so sensible..."

Most of the children in this world encounter unsatisfactory things, and they are sharpened by the wind and frost and have to become sensible.

Song Shi said angrily, "If it keeps going like this, then the master is trolling her, and I, a mother, have a headache. Such a good little lady has been self-willed, how can I find her a husband's house..."

He Xiangshan laughed and stroked Song's hand: "I have suffered for you all these years."

Song shi's eyes were sour, and he hurriedly turned to the side: "What did the lord say?"

Apart from the Qiniangzi incident, He Xiangshan has treated her with respect and consideration for so many years.

He Xiangshan sighed inwardly, and did not say more, the room was silent for a while.

(End of this chapter)