Cangzhou monster story

Meng Wuying's frail appearance made Boss Meng hard to be ruthless no matter what, so he walked over slowly, leaned over and stretched out his hand, and gently held Meng Wuying's hand.

Touching his hand, Meng Wuying seemed to feel it, and held his hand tightly.

Boss Meng choked for a moment, thinking of the past.

Those years seem to have been separated from him.

When Meng Wuying was lying in a pool of blood, at a loss, he stretched out his hand towards him, and said to him firmly, "Brother, I'll take you home."

Since then, Meng Wuying's hand has been in his hands, and he has traveled thousands of miles across the rivers and lakes.

But in the end, it was still no match for Time Pianran.

After a long time, Meng Wuying settled down in his dream, and his brows gradually relaxed.

Boss Meng slowly withdrew his hand and turned to leave.

But Meng Wuying suddenly cried out, his whole body convulsed and twitched endlessly.

Boss Meng was shocked, turned his head and immediately called Dr. Zhang, "Read it, read it!"

As soon as he finished shouting, he turned his head and saw blood overflowing from Meng Wuying's mouth.

"What's the matter?" Dr. Zhang opened the door and came in, and walked up to Boss Meng, "Are you okay?"

Boss Meng shook his head, "It's not me, it's him."

Meng Wuying's mouth kept overflowing with blood, and bead-sized beads of sweat rolled out on his forehead.

Hearing that he was fine, Dr. Zhang felt relieved, went to the bedside, opened the syringe, and concentrated on administering the needle to Meng Wuying.

With half the salary, Meng Wuying gradually calmed down.

Boss Meng frowned, "How is he?"

Doctor Zhang withdrew the needle, sighed and shook his head, "The situation is not very good, maybe it won't last for a few days."

This is an obvious fact, but Boss Meng always has a little expectation.

Now he is really exhausted.

"His soul vein was shattered, only you can save him!"

Scarface's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and Boss Meng suddenly changed his face, trying hard to suppress the thoughts in his heart.

"You go back and rest first, I'll make some medicine for him." Doctor Zhang frowned when he saw his expression was miserable.

Boss Meng shook his head, turned to look at Meng Wuying, closed his eyes and said, "Nianzhi, I want to save him."

Doctor Zhang paused, looked up at him, "I will try my best to save him."

Boss Meng sighed, looked at him and said, "I mean, I want to use my soul vein to save him."

Doctor Zhang shook his head in confusion, "No, no."

Boss Meng reached out to hold his hand, "I have something to explain to you."

"No, I won't listen." Doctor Zhang turned his head stubbornly, not looking at him.

"Read it." Boss Meng called him softly, with a soft tone, "I want you to understand that I saved him not for any other reason, but just to get to know the past. , now it’s time to find out.”

Dr. Zhang's eyes turned red, and he held his hand firmly, "You will be in danger!"

Although he didn't know how the soul vein was saving people, he had also heard that Meng Wuying's current appearance was due to his soul vein being shattered by the scarred face.

Once Boss Meng passed his soul vein to Meng Wuying, what about Boss Meng himself, no one can predict what will happen to him.

Doctor Zhang was afraid that he would be as helpless as facing Meng Wuying's injury now.

What if he couldn't save him, what if he would die?

He shook his head stubbornly, "No, I don't want to."

Boss Meng laughed with a relaxed expression, "Don't worry, there won't be any danger. As long as I settle this matter, and nothing will bother me in the future, let's go to a place where we don't know anyone, shall we?"

Dr. Zhang shook his head silently. Every time he faced him who was injured, he was always afraid that his medical skills were not good enough. Every time he was injured, he would memorize another medical book that he had memorized.

"Nianzhi, trust me, okay?" Boss Meng said softly again.

Doctor Zhang stared at him fixedly, remembering that a long time ago he had gentle eyes and said, "I will say these words directly." I remembered his serious expression when he counted the collected dreams, which is what he looks like now.

Perhaps, these obsessions have been deeply ingrained in his heart and become a knot.

Apart from this method, there is no other way for him to let go.

Then go along with him, try your best, and take a gamble with him.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the overlapping hands of the two, and nodded slowly, "Okay."

Boss Meng smiled brightly and patted his hands, "I knew it, you would agree."

The soul vein melted into the blood of each soul elicitor, like branches covering the whole body.Transmitting soul veins is an extremely dangerous thing. Since the birth of the soul inducer, few people have succeeded.

Another condition for transmitting the soul pulse is to have an absolutely safe illusion. It is recorded on the secretary of this sect that 9999 people's dreams are used to weave a dream net to form an absolutely airtight illusion, and then the pulse can be transmitted.

In the hands of Boss Meng, there are exactly 9999 dreams.He was only one short away from practicing Floating Life and Drunken Dreams, but in the end, he chose to use it to weave dream nets.

The matter of weaving dream nets was extremely exhausting. Dr. Zhang advised Boss Meng to recover from his injuries before starting, but he shook his head, "I can't wait, Meng Wuying can't wait."

Doctor Zhang had no choice but to agree, and prepared a room for him in the deepest corner of the yard. He also lived in the side room, keeping an eye on his movements at all times, lest he would go crazy if he didn't pay attention.

Boss Meng asked Xiaojing to move the more than 9000 dreams out of the cellar and send them into the room one by one.

Then he smiled at the two of them and said, "Don't worry." Then he closed the door.

Doctor Zhang stood guard at the door without moving half a step.He sat on the porch by the door and read a book. He memorized the memorized medical skills over and over again, but as if he was reading it for the first time, he frowned slightly and read word by word.

Xiao Jing was beside him to burn the stove for him, lest he catch the cold.

Doctor Zhang didn't seem to feel the slightest chill, just sat there and waited day and night.

There was a dead silence in the room, and no sound could be heard.

It's like entering another space inside, and sometimes Xiao Jing wonders if there is anyone in the room.

When the first snow fell in Cangzhou, there was finally a sound in the room, like the muffled sound of something falling on the ground, and then there was a soft call, "Read it."

Immediately, Doctor Zhang pushed the door open and went in, the heat wave coming out of the room, it was a strange floral fragrance, which made people feel tired.

Boss Meng described being thin, and fell down beside the bed, while Meng Wuying on the bed had a ruddy complexion, sweeping away the previous lifelessness and gloomyness.

Doctor Zhang rushed forward to support Boss Meng, and asked him repeatedly: "Are you okay?"

Boss Meng pulled out a weak smile, "Also..."

Before he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Miracle doctor Zhang supported him in a panic, "Okay, okay, don't talk anymore." Saying that, he helped him up to the second floor with Xiaojing.

Boss Meng lay down on his limp couch again, as if caught in a cloud.