Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

Duan Congyan's hand got better day by day, and without Xie Bowen's knowledge, Meng Zezhi had become a frequent visitor to Duan Congyan's bed.

Li Wenhuan and his subordinates never showed up, and knowing the time of Wan Zihuai's return to Beijing, everyone's tense nerves gradually relaxed.

On this day in mid-September, Han Daqin came back from a dinner party and approached Meng Zezhi with seven or eight gift boxes.

"Look, Uncle Xie, this is saffron from Chongming, this is Cordyceps sinensis from Nagqu, and this is official swallow imported from Malaysia..." Han Daqin opened these gift boxes one by one: "And this, 160-year-old wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain .”

Meng Zezhi followed what Han Daqin was pointing at, and frowned slightly: "Give it all to me?"

It is said that there is nothing to be diligent about, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Han Daqin nodded, with a playful smile, and said truthfully: "I am also entrusted by others, please do me a favor, Uncle Xie."

Meng Zezhi touched his old face, and had to admit that this century-old ginseng was quite attractive to him.

"Oh?" He put down the jade pendant and carving knife in his hand, and said, "Let's hear it?"

Seeing his appearance, Han Daqin knew that the matter was half over. He quickly said: "It's an old friend of mine. His family is in the business of medicinal materials. He gave these supplements. His family bought a new building some time ago. house, but within a few days after moving in, his daughter had an accident."

"What happened?"

Han Daqin organized the language: "The servant at home said that in the first few days, she saw her talking to the air several times, but she didn't say anything when asked, and the servant didn't take it to heart. After all, when people are bored, It's normal to talk to yourself."

"Later, no matter what she did, she couldn't cheer up, and she became more and more lethargic, and she lost seven or eight catties in less than a few days. Three days ago, after she fell asleep in class, she fell asleep. He never woke up again. He was sent to the hospital, and after a series of examinations, there was nothing wrong except that his body was relatively weak, and the doctor couldn’t explain why. My old friend wondered if his daughter Got caught in something dirty."

"That's it," Meng Zezhi said, "Then I'll go with you."

It wasn't all for the sake of saving Han Daqin's face, the main reason was that Meng Zezhi remembered that he still had a main task of 'becoming a well-known magician' to complete.

The previous incident with the Hou family had given him a strong sense of presence in the upper circles of the capital. It would be great if he could take advantage of this opportunity to expand his network.

"Then it's settled." Han Daqin said hastily.

Early the next morning, under the leadership of Han Daqin, Meng Zezhi met his old friend.

Qian Qiguang looked haggard, his skin was dull, as if covered with a layer of dust, and his sunken eye sockets showed that he had suffered from serious lack of sleep recently.

He couldn't hide his excitement: "Xie Daoist, please make a special trip to make this trip, Qian is very grateful."

Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand to give him a hand, and only said, "Where, it is Mr. Qian's love for his daughter, which is touching."

Hearing this, Qian Qiguang flashed a self-deprecating look on his face, his smile was uglier than his crying: "Then thank you Daoist, can you see?"

"Let me see Ling Qianjin first!"

"Okay, okay." Qian Qiguang responded hastily.

After speaking, he led Meng Zezhi and the two upstairs.

When he got there, he twisted open the door and turned his body sideways to let Meng Zezhi go in first.

He only saw a little girl about ten years old lying on the small bed by the window, Meng Zezhi walked over, lifted her eyelids with his hand, and met a pair of dull eyes.He pinched her arm again, and the wound did not turn red immediately, but directly turned blue.

"It's all my fault." Qian Qiguang's eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth were trembling: "In order to make money, I left the child alone at home, always thinking that everything will be fine with a nanny watching over me, but in the end..."

Qian Qiguang and his wife are in free love and have a very good relationship. They had a child within two years of their marriage.Unexpectedly, when the child was three years old, his wife unfortunately encountered a car accident on the way to attend a class reunion and died on the spot.

Qian Qiguang was deeply saddened, but life would continue.One is that he still misses his wife, and the other is for the sake of his children. He has never remarried since then.It's just because in the past two years, the company's profitability has been declining, the market competition has become more and more fierce, and Qian Qiguang has become more and more busy, running around every day, inevitably neglecting his children.

Even when the child had an accident, he was still on a business trip abroad.

Seeing Meng Zezhi standing up straight, Qian Qiguang said anxiously: "Xie Daochang, how is my daughter?"

Meng Zezhi said: "I fell into a nightmare. If it lasts a few more nights, she will never wake up again."

After speaking, he seemed to smell something, and started walking around the room.

When passing by the study table, he shook his nose, turned back, looked up and down the study table, then stretched out his hand to touch the chair, and when he felt a depression somewhere, he withdrew his hand and put it on. He sniffed under his nose, his complexion changed slightly, and he shouted, "Axe."

"What?" Qian Qiguang came to his senses later, and shouted repeatedly, "Axe, Lao Liu, go find an axe..."

The servant of Qian's family hurriedly found an ax and brought it up.

Meng Zezhi took it and struck the stool with an axe. After a few blows, the stool split in two.

He took the smaller half of it, found the depression, pointed the ax at the fractured surface, and tapped lightly. When he took the ax away, he saw only a black liquid flowing out of the breach.

Qian Qiguang saw it in his eyes, and stared at the boss: "Xie Daochang, what is this?"

Meng Zezhi replied in a deep voice: "If I'm not wrong, it should be corpse oil plus locust tree sap. Corpse oil and locust tree are both evil things, most likely to attract ghosts."

Qian Qiguang's body trembled slightly, his face was ashen, and the veins on the back of his clenched hands were protruding. At first, he thought that his daughter had just accidentally messed with something dirty, but now it seems that someone is most likely to harm her on purpose.

At this moment, as if thinking of something, Qian Qiguang's expression changed dramatically.

Noticing the change in his expression, Meng Zezhi asked, "What?"

Qian Qiguang's face turned blue and white for a while, so he was so excited, he gritted his teeth: "This villa was transferred to me by an old classmate of mine. Something happened to his father who was an official, and his family decided to go abroad to seek refuge, so we are in a hurry." Trying to exchange all the real estate in my hand into cash. I thought that this villa is relatively close to the elementary school my daughter attends, and the price is very low, which is more than a quarter lower than the market price, so he came here At that time, I bought it without hesitation."

"Because the villa has just been renovated not long ago, and the furniture and appliances are all new, so I just moved in with my children..."

Having said that, his tone became more rigid, obviously suppressing something.

Hearing this, his assistant backed out with his mobile phone.

"Xie Daochang, what should we do now?" Qian Qiguang looked at the unconscious child on the bed, his voice was slightly choked, he was the one who killed his daughter.

"Since she has fallen into a nightmare, someone has to go to her dream and pull her back. The danger is certain..." Meng Zezhi said.

"I'll go." Qian Qiguang said without hesitation.

"Okay," Meng Zezhi put away the folding fan in his hand: "But before that, I need to trouble Mr. Qian to prepare something for me."

"Xie Daoist, just give orders." Qian Qiguang said hastily.

Just when things were almost ready, the assistant came back, panting, "Boss, I found out, Song Zhixue's eldest son also had an accident some time ago..."

Song Zhixue is the old classmate that Qian Qiguang said sold him this villa at a low price.

"...His son's symptoms were exactly the same as the young lady's. Later, Song Zhixue invited a witch back from somewhere, and then he approached you, boss. I heard that his son woke up within a few days."

Qian Qiguang opened his eyes angrily, and his chest heaved violently. At this moment, how could he not understand that his daughter had saved Song Zhixue's son from disaster.

In vain, he still regarded Song Zhixue as an old classmate, but it turned out that he was cruel when he was harmed.

He said anxiously, "Thank you, Master."

Meng Zezhi burned a talisman, mixed it with half a bowl of chicken blood and handed it to Qian Qiguang: "Drink it."

Qian Qiguang took a look at the small bowl, suppressed his nausea and drank the contents of the bowl in one gulp.

As soon as the food fell down, a sense of tiredness hit his heart, his body swayed, his eyes rolled over, and he fell to the ground.

Meng Zezhi looked at his assistant and Han Daqin: "Go, carry him to the bed."

"Okay." The two responded repeatedly, and put Qian Qiguang beside his daughter.

Meng Zezhi first cut the girl's right index finger and the second phalanx of Qian Qiguang's left index finger, and then pulled out a white thread to tie the two wounds.

As the blood of the two completely submerged the white line, Meng Zezhi lit three sticks of incense and smoked it under Qian Qiguang's nose, and shouted: "Qian Qiguang..."

In a daze, Qian Qiguang heard someone calling him, he covered his nose and sneezed, and then he woke up. He opened his eyes and found that the surroundings were so dark that he couldn't see anything.

He panicked, then remembered the business, suppressed his fear and said: "Master Xie?"

"I'm here," Meng Zezhi said, "Look behind."

Hearing Meng Zezhi's voice, Qian Qiguang's heart instantly settled down. He turned around, and a light the size of a peanut suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Walk."

Qian Qiguang raised his feet and walked towards the bright light. The further he walked, the brighter the light became. He had to raise his right hand to block his eyes.

After walking a few steps forward, he walked through the bright light, and the world suddenly became noisy, with the sound of hawking, laughing, and noise...you can hear it endlessly.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was in an amusement park with people coming and going, and facing a colorful carousel.

As the music stopped, the carousel slowly stopped.

A middle-aged man pulled a little girl off the wooden horse. He bent down and asked with a smile, "Xiaowen, is the carousel fun?"

The little girl was beaming, and couldn't help but nodded: "It's fun."

A glint flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man: "Then give your uncle a kiss, will he take you to play again?"

"Okay." The little girl hugged the middle-aged man's face without hesitation, and kissed him on the mouth.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, pressed the little girl's head, and deepened the kiss.

Sure enough, the taste of little girls is better than that of little boys.

Seeing this scene, Qian Qiguang was furious: "Bastard, let go of my daughter—"

The author has something to say:

Things in dreams can’t be taken as reality, eh!