Back to the end of the world: I rely on hundreds of millions of materials to lie down and win natura

Schools will resume classes after the National Day.

Wen Qizhou went to the education area early in the morning. Not long after he left, Chi Yue and Mingzhang also went to the residents' trading market to set up stalls.

Since the release of powerful insecticides, the government has sent troops from time to time to completely eliminate them, which has greatly reduced the number of mutated bugs in the base. Occasionally, two or three are encountered, and people do not dare to approach them rashly because of the repellent patches on their bodies.

They no longer covered themselves tightly when they went out. Even with their backs against trees, Chi Yue was not as frightened as before.

She and Mingzhang sat on the plastic stool behind the table, laying out turtle shells, bamboo tubes and talisman papers one by one. Unlike the stall owners next to them who would shout a few times, they just waited quietly for customers to come to the stall.

Chi Yue was looking through the acupuncture point maps when she had nothing to do.

She already knew the acupuncture points on the head of the human body very well, and she was currently looking carefully at the acupuncture points on the torso.

After she memorized some of the acupuncture points, she stared at the road in front of the stall and recited them silently. Her lips that were constantly moving but rarely made a sound made people passing by take a look at her.

"You're so nagging." Someone muttered, but the words "feudal superstition" were barely slapped on Chi Yue's face.

Chi Yue, who was concentrating, didn't hear it.

On the contrary, Mingming looked at the man coldly. When the man felt uncomfortable and walked away, he pricked up his ears and continued to listen to the acupuncture points on Chi Yue's back.

"Three inches below the navel is Yuanguan..."

"Guanyuan point." After he corrected her, he would also talk about the diseases that the point treats, deepening her memory: "Guanyuan point treats stroke syndrome, deficiency, tuberculosis, cold exhaustion, hernia, diarrhea, etc."

Chi Yue nodded and repeated it.

Just as he was about to memorize other acupuncture points, a woman with a rather haggard face hurriedly walked to their stall.

"Taoist Master." She seemed very nervous and kept paying attention to her surroundings with her peripheral vision: "Can you help me catch ghosts?"

"Ghost hunting?"

Mingming raised his eyebrows.

Chi Yue beside him was also aroused by "catching ghosts". He had no intention of memorizing the acupuncture points on the torso and raised his eyes to look at her.

"Yes..." Tao Ting raised her hands slightly, folded them on the table, swallowed twice, and told her experience.

At the end of September, one of their team members died after his flesh was sucked away by mutated bugs. Not long after his death, he frequently "harassed" Tao Ting, so that Tao Ting often saw him in the middle of the night.

She initially suspected it was a dream.But as she saw him more often, she stayed awake longer, and she could no longer lie to herself about "dreams".

Tao Ting: "Taoist Priest, do you have any idea?" Her hoarse voice revealed exhaustion and fear: "I haven't slept for several days. If this continues, I will go crazy!"

"Does he talk to you every time?"

"Don't say anything, he just stood there and looked at me eerily, and occasionally smiled strangely."

Clearly and clearly.

He held a cattail leaf fan in his hand to fan the wind, looked at the dark spots under her eyes, and asked in a warm voice: "Have you ever seen a psychiatrist?"

"……No."

"How about trying to register?"

"I feel like I'm not sick." She picked at the tablecloth under her fingers and felt dazed for a moment.

"Everything cannot be based on 'feelings'." Mingzhang paused for two seconds: "Concealing illness and avoiding treatment can easily lead to bigger problems."

Tao Ting was silent for a long time.

Finally, he suppressed the anxiety in his heart: "Then I'll see a doctor first. If the diagnosis is OK, I'll come to you."

"Okay." He watched Tao Ting walk away.

Chi Yue, who had been observing the other party, turned to ask Mingzhang: "If she really encounters a ghost, can you solve it?"

Mingzhang shook his head: "I haven't tried it."

Since his master's generation, he had never encountered a soul body, and he had no experience to speak of, so he could only act based on records.

"How confident do you think you are?"

"Thirty percent?"

"...I hope it's her imagination." It also saves him from accidentally involving himself.