[comprehensive] superior skills

"Little friend, I can see that your skeleton is so strange, and your spiritual light shines..."

"It's annoying, please, let me be quiet for a while!"

Song Ci rolled over, moved to the gate like a silkworm chrysalis, and shouted loudly: "Come on, I want to change the ward, the evil spirit is too heavy to live in here!"

"Don't waste your energy!"

The salivating strange old man wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, "This is the rule of the closed ward. No one will come here until we get up early to deliver meals."

"what?"

Song Ci was taken aback when he heard the words, "Then what if someone wants to make things easier?"

Blame the old man’s ears for some reason, “It depends on whether your skill is deep enough. If you can bear it, it’s easy to say, if you can’t bear it, you have to take a cold shower. But there are no young nurses in the bathroom. A man with rough hands and feet, a layer of skin will peel off if the brush falls on his body!"

As he said that, he unbuttoned his chest, "Here, you see, it took me half a month to stab the rune, and they only took 5 minutes to finish it!"

Song Ci followed his movements and saw a very strange dark red rune tattooed on the old man's skinny chest. He couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Blood rune?"

When doing business with Ma Xiaoling many years ago, she had seen many similar runes. Although the spells of each school and school have their own unique features, the only similarity is that they are only drawn with their own blood. Runes are the most powerful.

"Little friend's eyesight!"

The strange old man laughed and said: "To be honest, the old Taoist is the ninth-generation descendant of Maoshan authentic No. 70, and he fell to this point only because he fell into the villain's tricks for a while. A few days ago, I watched the sky at night and taught myself a lesson. , the hexagram shows that 'following is good, and going against it is bad'."

After finishing speaking, the strange old man made a long sigh, "Little friend, this is God's destiny for you and me to achieve a master-student relationship!"

Song Ci looked at the old man's skinny and blue bald chin and wanted to laugh, "Don't say this room doesn't even have a window, I just ask you, what did you use to start class?"

The strange old man turned around and walked to the bottom of the wall, and found a handful of colorful pills out of nowhere.

After carefully hiding the pills, the strange old man stepped forward to flatter him and said, "Now, my little friend is willing to learn Maoshan technique with me?"

"Not learn."

Song Ci turned around and didn't look at him, "Everyone says they are the authentic Maoshan, so how can people be imprisoned in a mental hospital and unable to get out? There are no high walls and iron nets around, so I don't believe you. Dao Guild is willing to stay here."

The strange old man wanted to argue at first, but when he thought of the embarrassing things he had done, he suddenly didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh and squat in the corner to plant mushrooms.

After not seeing anyone talking to him for a long time, Song Ci couldn't help but look back, seeing the old man sitting there alone, it was pitiful, so he coughed lightly and asked, "I've been locked up together for so long, and I still don't know what your name is, old man?"

The strange old man sighed again, "It's shameful to my ancestors, so don't mention it. If you want, you can call me Mao Bachi!"

"Mao Bachi? That's an interesting name."

Song Ci also found a cleaner wall to lean against, "But what can't be said?"

Mao Bachi was silent for a long while, then said quietly: "I am an orphan, I grew up on the mountain. Earlier, my master gave me an order, saying that it is hard to find a tenth in my life, and told me not to follow the example of others. In the circle of the nobles, just calm down and cultivate an apprentice, and in the future, he will point to him to shine in the mountain gate. But I am not convinced, I feel that I am also the head of a school, how can I be so willing to be poor and live my life?! Master As soon as I left, I went down the mountain with my luggage on my back. Unexpectedly, after decades of fooling around, not only did I fail to find an apprentice, but I also fell into it. Now that I think about it, I feel very guilty in my heart. Master is right, everything is wrong. It's fate, I can't help it at all!"

Seeing the lonely look on the old man's face, Song Ci said softly, "Then why don't you go out? If you stay in a mental hospital all the time, won't you never find a successor?"

"Can't go, can't go."

Mao Bachi shook his head, "The old Taoist has disobeyed his teacher's orders, and we must not make him feel uneasy underground again."

"Someone threatened you with your master?"

Song Ci thought for a while, "Is it a tablet or a golden pagoda?"

Mao Bachi's face turned red and said: "When I went down the mountain, I was reluctant to part with Master, and thought that I must let him see my outstanding appearance, so I invited Master's tablet down in a moment of confusion."

Song Ci didn't understand very much, "The tablet is not easy, wouldn't it be over if you stole the thing back?"

Mao Bachi hurriedly corrected him: "That can't be called stealing, it has to be called please!"

Seeing that the little girl admitted her mistake honestly, he went on to say: "When I was traveling in the south five years ago, I found a geomantic treasure land with a very different atmosphere. At that time, I decided that it must be the emperor's tomb. A large underground palace that was supervised. Through the recommendation of a fellow Taoist, I got to know a local high-ranking official. This person is at the critical moment of promotion, and urgently needs a proud political achievement to pave the way, and I also need a world-renowned The opportunity to carry forward the Maoshan faction..."

The more Song Ci heard it, the more familiar it became, "Is the underground palace you discovered the tomb of Mrs. Mingyue that was unearthed later?"

"good."

A trace of sadness flashed in Mao Bachi's eyes, "The excavation project has just started, and bad signs gradually appeared on the construction site. First, workers were injured by bricks, tiles and iron frames that suddenly fell. The experts and scholars I supervised also had symptoms of physical discomfort and nightmares. I knew it must be related to the catacombs, so I went to the person in charge and asked him to order a suspension of the construction period. Besides. Who would have thought..."

Song Ci smiled coldly, "Who would have thought that not only did they not listen to your persuasion, but they cleverly used tricks to control you, the majestic leader, as a mental patient! Mao Bachi, Mao Bachi, you don't want to Thinking, if it were you, the credit that you can be willing to claim will fly away? If there are bad rumors about the underground palace, who will travel to a gloomy and haunted holy place in the future, and how will it drive the local related industries? "

In this world, true psychopaths like Jing Hao are rare among normal people. If you want to rely on them to generate income, you may not be able to recover the cost until the day the person in charge dies.

"Besides, you are too stubborn."

Song Ciyang raised his chin and pointed at the door, "Do you really think that you can keep the tablet of Master by staying here honestly? You have been here for a long time, and the tomb of Mrs. Mingyue has already become a tourist attraction. I'm afraid you That old acquaintance has been promoted a long time ago. Do you think he will still be afraid of you, a rootless Taoist in the mountains, making rumors and making trouble?"

If the person in charge at the time was willing to listen to Mao Bachi's persuasion to exorcise the evil, it is estimated that the gentle tragedy would not have happened.

"Three years, I have been here for three full years."

Mao Bachi tugged at his hair and murmured: "I don't know if Master, the old man, has been neglected by others. Has he ever been enshrined on the [-]th day of the Qingming Festival..."

Song Ci went over and pushed the old man's shoulder, "Mao Bachi, are you Gui Geng this year? When did your master pass away?"

Mao Bachi didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this, but he still replied truthfully: "The old man is sixty-two this year, and my master has passed away for more than 20 years."

"That's not it!"

Song Ci smiled, "Your master is studying at university now, how could he still stay in the tablet and be controlled by others? Since he can calculate your disaster, he can naturally protect himself, otherwise he would have ordered you to burn the tablet to avoid it." Woe!"

Mao Bachi said hesitantly, "There is some truth to what my little friend said."

"It's not that it makes sense, it makes a lot of sense!"

Song Ci touched his noisy stomach, regretting that he couldn't steal it alone, "So you can leave with peace of mind, after that, it's up to you to settle accounts with the person in charge to get back the tablet or go back to the mountain gate to make another golden body for your master !"

"But the old way still can't go."

Mao Bachi unexpectedly rebuffed: "The old Taoist must guard his apprentice, and he will not have the face to see the master until he has taught her all the Taoism."

"No way?"

Song Ci rolled on the spot and begged: "Mao Bachi, there are many teenagers with strange bones waiting for you outside, please don't hang yourself on my crooked neck tree!"

What's more, she didn't plan to stay for a long time, she just waited for Jing Hao to bring the Wen family to meet, and told the original owner to completely die before trying to find a way to get out and plan for the funeral.

Mao Bachi shook his head resolutely, "This time, the old Taoist must listen to the master's words and obey the destiny!"

"Okay, okay, I'm really convinced by your long-windedness!"

Song Ci poked two sponges from the wall to plug his ears, "Let me tell you first, I will never learn art from a teacher. If you insist on stalking me, I can't help it. But it's late now, and I still have something to say." Let’s talk about it tomorrow morning after we have eaten our fill!”

Her tone was not serious, but Mao Bachi really calmed down.

It's quiet but it's just lower than the original voice, and I don't know why this strange old man is tireless. Seeing the little girl looking like she is about to go to bed, he sits cross-legged on the spot, shaking his head and reciting the Maoshan technique Getting Started Tips.

The mantra was just difficult to understand when it was first heard, but after listening to it for a long time, it was like a gentle lullaby, sending Song Ci into a sweet dreamland.

Eight o'clock in the morning is the fixed meal time of the hospital, and the nurses will open the door to the ward half an hour earlier to help some patients who cannot take care of themselves clean and hygienic, even the bakery in the basement is no exception.

At this time, Song Ci had just woken up not long ago, and was still pondering whether there was anything special about the gentle injection from yesterday's state.

There are people coming and going in the corridor, and some people are talking and laughing loudly.

A bunch of keys rang and the door opened.

The nurse leaning on the door frame held the shiny chicken leg in his hand, and asked while eating: "Room No. [-], can I come out for convenience?"

Mao Bachi's still thin body stood up straight, "Little friend, wait a moment, the old man will be back in a moment."

"Old madman!"

The nurse scolded disdainfully, and kicked her in distaste for walking slowly, "Bed 56, after seeing the guests today, you still go to sleep in the original ward."

Mao Bachi, who was walking halfway, turned back when he heard this. Song Ci was afraid that he would suffer, so he shouted indiscriminately: "I won't go back! I'm going to the garden to bask in the sun! The wind is blowing! The wind is blowing away!"

The nurse was about to step up again, but the person next to her hurriedly stopped her, "You are stupid, she will see guests later!"

"Meet customers, talk like you are a bustard!"

After complaining in his heart, Song Ci followed the other party's tugging to go to the bathroom next to the washroom, stayed there for a while according to the woman's request, and then went to clean himself under the faucet.

The food was delivered in time, but Song Ci really didn't have the appetite to eat these unrecognizable gooey food, and finally poured it into the plate of the patient next to him when he was unprepared, in exchange for a slightly creepy smile.

Jing Hao was very willing to do the appearance work. When sending Rou Wen to the hospital, he deliberately chose a viewing ward on the top floor with a view of the garden. Outside the room was a birdcage-style balcony surrounded by 72 metal fences for people to take a nap.

Now Song Ci is just sitting here, waiting for the arrival of his dear boyfriend and loving parents.

He was very hungry, and Song Ci was also afraid that the injection a few days earlier would have a bad effect on his body. Taking advantage of the high terrain and no outsiders, he quietly took out a health pill and put it in his mouth.

"Little girl, what are you eating? It smells weird!"

Song Ci followed the prestige, but saw an old lady who was about the same age as Mao Bachi appeared in the birdcage on the right at some point. She was wearing a very elegant old-style cheongsam, and even the silver hair on her temples was well-groomed. Tie Fu was sitting on a rocking chair and playing a fan slowly.

Swallowing the health-preserving pill with a bang, Song Ci imitated the movement of flapping his wings in his previous life, bouncing up and down and saying: "There is a monster! There is a monster!"

"It's still hidden, little ghost spirit!"

The old lady smiled kindly, "Come on, I won't ask any more questions, just keep playing."

"Still playing?"

Song Ci didn't dare to stay with this old lady who could read people's hearts at a glance anymore, even across a bird cage.

As soon as she had an idea, she immediately turned into a black feather swaying here and there after stealing the royal wine, and swayed into the room like a willow blown by the breeze.

Song Cicai, who thought he had successfully escaped, fell on the sofa wiping his sweat, and the old lady's weak laughter followed in with the wind, making him almost unable to lift his head in embarrassment.

"Are you saying you don't have a demon spirit?"

Empress Song Ci murmured fearfully: "Even the Pansi Cave where seven female fairies live is not as scary as this place!"

But seeing that the visiting time was approaching, Song Ci had no time to pay attention to the origin of the old lady next door, and whether she had the same hidden secrets as Mao Bachi.

She didn't know what a mental patient should be like in the eyes of the Wen family, but she thought it would be fine as long as she became completely different from the original owner.

At ten o'clock, the key didn't ring this time, and of course there was no knock on the door.

Simply Song Ci had been prepared for a long time, even if he bumped into the three people who entered the door, it would not be surprising.

"Xiaorou, why did you become like this?"

This year is the millennium, but Mother Wen is still wearing 80s work clothes. She holds her daughter's hand and keeps crying about how hard she is. We must let Mom and Dad live a good life! I never thought that she would turn into the miserable state she is today!"

Father Wen seemed much calmer. He took a few puffs of country cigarettes before exhaling a thick puff of smoke. He said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Rou, do you still recognize me?"

Song Ci smiled, and suddenly picked up the glass of water on the table and splashed it on his face, "It's on fire, I'll help you put out the fire, thank you!"

"It's over, it's over!"

Mother Wen fell to the ground and howled, "Who are we to count on? More than 20 years of painstaking efforts have been wasted!"

"Aunt, please calm down!"

Jing Hao, who was set off by Wen's mother like a fashionable star, leaned over and pulled her up, "Things are not at their worst yet, we can't give up hope!"

Mother Wen hurriedly grabbed the life-saving straw, "You mean, Xiaorou can still be cured?"

"As long as she actively cooperates with the doctor's treatment, I think Wen Wen still has a good chance of recovering."

Jing Hao was a little hesitant, "But the cost may be relatively high, probably 10,000+ in the initial stage."

"10,000+?"

Mother Wen immediately shouted: "We can't afford to pay it back if we sell it!"

She looked at the decoration in the ward again and again, "How much does it cost to live here? I see it is more luxurious than the hotel on TV!"

She and Wen's father got off the train and came directly to the hospital. They didn't know how many times the local price was that of their hometown, and how shocking the house price was.

"is acceptable."

Jing Hao crossed his chest gracefully, and said indifferently: "200 yuan per day, [-]% off the monthly payment, and even more discounts on the annual rent."

"200 yuan, eat people!"

Mother Wen calculated everything with her fingers, "Our family of five lives in the country, and the oil, salt and sauce tea for a year is only 200 yuan! If you make it yourself, you can save even more!"

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that everything in the city was not good. If she had listened to her earlier, she would have graduated from middle school and went to work with her fellow villagers. How could there be any disaster today?The two-story building was covered.

Mother Wen calculated in her mind that one loss and one gain were two bills, and she was about to go out with her daughter, "I can't live anymore, we can't afford to live in such a place!"

"If you don't go to the hospital, you won't be cured?"

The water stains on Father Wen's face are still there, "The eldest child can't even get a wedding room at this age, and if there is trouble with Xiao Rou again at home, what do you tell him to do? Are you afraid that the child will blame you?"

Mother Wen's hand loosened, "Then what do you say, what do I know as a woman? It's not enough to be flustered!"

"Uncle, aunt. If you want, you might as well give me your tenderness."

Seeing that the timing was just right, Jing Hao took out a guardianship agreement from his purse, "I know you guys are reluctant to be gentle, and I can't bear to see her suffer. I have already paid the full year's fee for the hospital, and the follow-up treatment plan is also planned I promise, I will give you a healthy daughter back in a short time."

As he spoke, he handed over a heavy paper bag, "I heard Ruan Rou said that she would send half of the scholarship every year and send it home. What she can't do now, I, my boyfriend, can do for her." Bar."

"This, what a shame."

Mother Wen took the paper bag carefully, "The child's father..."

Father Wen nodded, "I'm a rough person, and I can't make any big sense. Since Xiao Rou has already followed Xiao Hao, she is naturally a member of the Jing family. It doesn't make any difference if it is sooner or later."

Parents can no longer control the water splashed by married daughters.

"Uncle is right, since we are a family, why should we divide each other!"

Jing Hao pointed to the blank space on the last page of the document, "Uncle, Aunt, please sign your names here."

"Is it here?"

Father Wen wiped his hands on his trousers, took the gold pen handed over by his son-in-law, and solemnly wrote down the words "Wen Dahu".

Mother Wen, who wrote next to him, smiled awkwardly, "It's been a long time since I wrote, and I'm very unfamiliar."

"Wen Dahu, Wang Xiaolan..."

Song Ci, who had been sitting by the side as a spectator, repeated in a cold voice: "Wen Dahu, Wang Xiaolan! Wen Dahu, Wang Xiaolan!! Who are you? Do you still know me? Who are you? Do you still know me?!"

"Look at this kid!"

Mother Wen was in a trance for a while, and said with a guilty conscience: "Why did you suddenly make a scary sound?!"

Father Wen picked up the luggage bag that had been thrown on the ground earlier and stuffed the purse into it, "Xiaorou, we can't do anything here, so we won't stay in the way. There is still a lot of farm work waiting at home, and we can't do without people." .”

"Uncle and aunt, I will take you to the station."

Jing Hao put away the documents, turned around and stroked Gentle's hair and comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, I will take you home soon."

Song Ci stared at him closely, until the three of them opened the door to leave before smiling strangely: "You can't escape, as long as you dare to walk out of this door, you will definitely die, you will definitely die..."

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Song Ci: The heroine is ready to run away~~

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