Cangzhou monster story

Tell a story about A Ling for a while.Everyone talked about other things again.

"Do you still remember the chess and chess villa that was destroyed a few years ago?" Someone who just came back from Beijing asked everyone.

Boss Meng nodded repeatedly, "Why don't you remember, that was the biggest village in the world back then."

"Hey, that's not the case. Back then, as long as you wanted something, you could go to the Chess Villa and win a game. If you want anything, you can get it done. How beautiful it was." Everyone sighed with emotion.

"Didn't it be wiped out later, and there was no news?" Someone asked, "Why did you talk about it again for no reason?"

"You don't know, the Chess and Chess Villa has been built again."

"Ah?!" Everyone was surprised: "It's built again? Doesn't it mean that they are all dead?"

"You don't know about that." The man pretended to be mysterious, "I heard that their young master has never died."

"Young master?" I only know that the eldest master, when will a young master come out?People who don't understand have doubts.

Those who knew a little bit said, "It's that ignorant, playboy Ji Lin?"

"That's right, that's him." The man nodded.

"The Chess and Chess Villa relies on chess skills. Then Ji Lin is ignorant, how can he revive the Chess and Chess Villa?"

"Don't tell me, I heard that Ji Lin set up an exquisite game in the Chess Villa. Anyone in the Jianghu can challenge it."

"What's the bet?" Boss Meng interjected.

"I heard that it is some kind of family heirloom from the Chess and Chess Villa back then, but I heard it is a treasure." The man explained, "If you win, you can take it away, if you lose, you have to stay in the Chess and Chess Villa."

"What's the result?" Boss Meng asked again.

"It is said that no one has won yet, but the chess and chess villa is full of people. The front door has been repaired."

Boss Meng laughed, "It seems that Ji Lin is not bad."

"Oh, what a pity." Someone sighed.

Boss Meng asked, "Why are you sighing?"

"It's a pity Miss A Ling is not here, otherwise with her chess skills, she will definitely be able to win back this family heirloom."

Speaking of A Ling, everyone echoed, "That's for sure, Miss A Ling's chess skills are obvious to all. With her, Ji Lin must be defeated."

Boss Meng grinned, regardless of the wind and cold, picked up the wine glass and drank it, "That's not necessarily the case."

Someone dissatisfied: "Boss Meng, how do you destroy your prestige? Even if Miss A Ling is married, you are the one who went out of the Floating Dream Tavern."

Boss Meng shook his head and said, "You're married, but you belong to someone else. What does it have to do with me, Meng?"

Everyone looked dissatisfied, and they were dissatisfied with educating him with the righteousness of the family and the country.

Boss Meng was not angry at all, instead he had a bright smile on his face.

It gets dark very early in winter.

Boss Meng had been working on the counter for a whole day, so he slumped on the couch tired and didn't want to move.

A few people gathered around the table to eat, and Aunt Wang kept looking at his face, and occasionally comforted him: "A Ling's happiness is more important than anything else, right, Boss Meng?"

Boss Meng nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes."

Aunt Wang beat around the bush again to comfort her, and then went to wash the dishes in peace.

Boss Meng leaned into the arms of Miracle Doctor Zhang, with a distressed expression, "Just think about it, I have a headache."

Dr. Zhang raised his hand to press his forehead, checked his temperature, and said, "I'll give you an injection and let the blood out."

"The bloodletting is unnecessary, why don't you give me a massage." Boss Meng covered his temples and frowned.

Doctor Zhang helplessly stretched out his hand and helped him press it up, "If you really have a headache, you should go out to have a shower today."

The curtain in the lobby of the tavern is always opened by the drinkers coming and going, so it's strange if there is no wind.

"I can't be idle." Boss Meng closed his eyes comfortably, enjoying his massage.

"Then don't think about it." Miracle Doctor Zhang unconsciously used a little force, gritted his teeth and said.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts." Boss Meng frowned and protested.

Xiaojing opened the door and came in, holding the boiled medicine, "Boss Meng, drink the medicine first."

Dr. Zhang pushed him up, then handed him the medicine, "Drink it again, don't blow the wind, it's almost ready."

Boss Meng took it and drank it up.Lie down again, "After pressing for a while, it seems to be much better."

Doctor Zhang reached out to press him up again, "Then close your eyes and sleep for a while."

Boss Meng closed his eyes obediently, talking to him casually.

After a while, there was no sound.

Doctor Zhang looked down at him, as if he was asleep.So he covered him with a quilt, and picked up the medical book at hand to read.

Xiaojing put together the cases of the past two days and put them away one by one.

There was no sound, and the cold night was long.

It seems like this moment is forever.

Doctor Zhang suddenly felt extremely stable, staring at a page of medical books without turning a page for a long time.

In the silence of all sounds, there was a very obvious sound.There was a muffled sound as if something had slammed heavily in front of the door.

Boss Meng was in a very shallow sleep, and was suddenly awakened, turning over vigilantly, "What's the sound?"

Xiao Jing looked at him, and said with some fear: "Okay, it seems, it seems that there is something."

Boss Meng rolled over and went to open the window.

The cold wind rushed in, Doctor Zhang put the cloak on his shoulders, and looked down together.

On the steps of the entrance of the tavern, there was a black shadow, looking vaguely, it looked like a person.

"Who?" Doctor Zhang asked strangely.

"I'm afraid I'm here for business." Boss Meng grinned, completely gone from the sickly look just now.

With that said, he turned and went downstairs.

Doctor Zhang went down behind him, pushed open the door, and saw a person prostrate in front of the door.The fluttering snowflakes fell, and the white snow under him was stained red with blood.

"He's injured!" Doctor Zhang exclaimed, and there was still a smell of blood in the cold wind.

Boss Meng frowned and stepped forward, knelt down to look at him, "Wake up, friend."

The man seemed to have really heard his voice, struggled to move his fingers, and babbled something.

Boss Meng's heart was shocked, his complexion changed drastically, and his tone became urgent, "Wake up, wake up."

The man struggled and slowly raised his head, unable to see clearly the blood-stained face.

With messy hair, those eyes were like thick black ink, with a sinister and hostile aura.But the moment he saw Boss Meng, it turned into a soft light. He struggled, stretched out his hand to Boss Meng, and said slowly, "Fusheng."

It seemed that everything had lost its sound, only the familiar whisper in Boss Meng's ears.It has been a long time, no one called him Fusheng.

It was so long that he himself forgot the name.

Boss Meng's face was pale, his lips trembled, and he hurried to help him, "Brother!"

Doctor Zhang turned pale with shock, "He is your senior brother?!"

Boss Meng nodded in panic, "He's injured." He bent down to pick him up and walked into the tavern.

Candles were lit in the room, illuminating every corner.Xiaojing called for hot water, and Boss Meng twisted the veil to wipe off the blood on the bed.