village god stick small village doctor

Chapter 308
"Get out of here!"

The boy stood up suddenly, grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it towards Wu Xiaoshan.

"Xiaoshan, let's go."

Uncle Kun was taken aback when he saw this, and hurriedly pulled Wu Xiaoshan to leave, for fear that his son would hurt Wu Xiaoshan.

Wu Xiaoshan's face was dignified, but his eyes were extremely determined, and he warned Uncle Kun in a deep voice: "Uncle Kun, just watch at the door, don't come in."

After saying this, Wu Xiaoshan rushed into the room.

The boy was about to look for other things, but he couldn't find anything, and then he rushed towards Wu Xiaoshan like crazy.

Uncle Kun looked worried, and couldn't help shouting: "Xiaoshan, you have to be careful."

Unexpectedly, the moment he yelled these words, Wu Xiaoshan stepped forward, reached forward with both hands, and firmly grasped the boy's arms.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched his legs forward, and caught the boy's legs as well, controlling him.

Uncle Kun at the door looked dumbfounded, Wu Xiaoshan's movements were so fast, he didn't even see clearly how Wu Xiaoshan controlled his son.

Wu Xiaoshan grabbed the boy's arms and pushed back suddenly, and the boy fell on the bed.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Xiaoshan reached out and untied his belt.

Seeing this, Uncle Kun shouted in a panic, "Xiaoshan, he's a boy, don't mess around."

Wu Xiaoshan ignored Uncle Kun, and rushed towards the boy, holding down the boy with one hand, and tied his two arms tightly with the belt with the other hand.

When Uncle Kun saw this, he couldn't help but blush, and then he realized that he was thinking wrong just now.

The boy's hands were tied, and Wu Xiaoshan pinned him on the bed. He struggled violently, trying to break free.

"Nine needles for returning to the soul."

Wu Xiaoshan quickly took out the silver needle and directly pierced several acupuncture points of the boy.

In the blink of an eye, the manic and restless boy who was struggling wildly calmed down slowly. After a while, he lay motionless on the bed as if he had fallen asleep.

"Uncle Kun, I have stabilized his mind for the time being, and he won't get sick again for the time being."

Wu Xiaoshan exhaled, and turned around to comfort Uncle Kun at the door.

Hearing this, Uncle Kun patted his heart. The situation just now almost gave him a heart attack.

After Wu Xiaoshan felt the boy's pulse, he also confirmed his previous judgment.

"Uncle Kun, judging from the pulse condition, your son is indeed fine."

After saying this, Wu Xiaoshan went straight to the desk and picked up the pen holder.

The barrel is exceptionally smooth and looks to be of good quality.But when Wu Xiaoshan took a closer look, he realized that it didn't seem to be a pen holder.

"Uncle Kun, does this look like a pen holder?"

Wu Xiaoshan was a little uncertain, so he asked Uncle Kun in front of him.

After Uncle Kun took it, he looked at it with a frown, gasped and said, "This is not a pen holder, but a jar. There should be a lid on it."

Wu Xiaoshan nodded, and then cast his Qiankun eyes to look at the pen holder.

He was startled when he saw this, the pen container was covered with a thick layer of gray mist, which was constantly circulating.

"Uncle Kun, take this thing out first."

After explaining to Uncle Kun, Wu Xiaoshan turned around, took off the silver needle from the boy, and took back his waistband by the way.

After that, Uncle Kun locked the door again, and the two came outside the courtyard.

"Xiaoshan, don't you mean that my son's illness is caused by this thing?"

Uncle Kun looked at the pen holder suspiciously, and asked Wu Xiaoshan in confusion.

"There must be something wrong with this thing, I think it's better to deal with it as soon as possible." Wu Xiaoshan said with certainty.

"Then I'll smash it now." Gritting his teeth, Uncle Kun suddenly raised the pen container and was about to smash it on the ground.

Seeing this, Wu Xiaoshan hurriedly stopped him and said, "Uncle Kun, I think this thing is old, so it's a pity to smash it like this."

These words made Uncle Kun suddenly suspicious, and asked tentatively: "Then why don't you take this thing?"

"I don't want it." Wu Xiaoshan immediately shook his head and said, "If your son's illness is really caused by this thing, wouldn't I suffer if I take it back?"

"Look at what I'm talking about." Wu Xiaoshan's words made Uncle Kun very embarrassed, but he didn't know how to deal with this thing, so he could only ask Wu Xiaoshan: "Then Xiaoshan, tell me, what's wrong with this thing?" deal with?"

"Why don't you send it to the Bureau of Cultural Relics, just to let experts see what it is. If it is really an old object, it would be good to put it in a museum. There are many unearthed artifacts in places like museums, which can just hold it."

Although it was said to be an evil thing, it would be a pity to smash it like this. After thinking about it, Wu Xiaoshan still felt that it would be more appropriate to send him to the Bureau of Cultural Relics.

"Okay, then I'll listen to you." Uncle Kun immediately agreed.

Afterwards, Uncle Kun made some meals and sent some to his son. When he found that his son was still asleep on the bed, he felt a lot more at ease.

After the two of them had dinner, Wu Xiaoshan took Uncle Kun to the Bureau of Cultural Relics.

After sending the thing to the Bureau of Cultural Relics, the experts could tell at a glance that the thing was indeed an old object, more than 300 years old.It's just that it's not a pen holder, but an urn for ashes.

After the two came out of the Cultural Relics Bureau, Uncle Kun's expression turned extremely ugly.

"This little bastard, brought me an urn and used it as a pen holder, let's see how I deal with him when I go back!"

Back home, Uncle Kun's son woke up and was knocking on the door to come out.

"dad!"

When the door opened, Uncle Kun's son immediately yelled.

In an instant, Uncle Kun burst into tears of excitement. For more than half a year, his son has never called him dad, and today is the first time.

"Xiaojun, are you alright?"

Uncle Kun wiped his tears and looked at his son in disbelief.

His son looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Why did you lock me in the house instead of letting me go to school?"

"Little bastard, do you still have the guts to ask me? You have spoiled me and your mother in the past six months, and your mother was injured by you and sent to the hospital." Uncle Kun cursed angrily.

When his son heard this, he was dumbfounded and panicked: "Why did I beat my mother, how is my mother now?"

It seems that he doesn't remember anything about the past.

After being fascinated by that evil thing, what he did was not his original intention at all.

"Don't talk about this first, let me ask you, where did your ashes urn come from?"

Uncle Kun became angry when he thought of this, and he insisted on asking how the evil thing that made their family restless came from.

The son looked puzzled, scratched his head and asked, "What urn? There is no one dead in our house. Why should I get a urn back?"

"It's your pen holder." Wu Xiaoshan said helplessly.

Uncle Kun's son looked back at the desk, but found that the pen holder was gone, and hurriedly asked, "Dad, where did you get my pen holder? It's an antique!"

"Pen holder, that's an urn, you were almost killed by that thing." Uncle Kun's teeth were about to be gritted in anger.

Wu Xiaoshan wanted to laugh, but he was curious about what happened to the urn.

(End of this chapter)