C4 Apologies

Seeing this scene, Seventh Treasure and I were stunned. Of course, we could say that we were shocked.

Smelling the stench that assaulted my nostrils, I felt as if I had never been more awake.

"What happened to you?" Qibao anxiously asked me, "This is a little like a skin disease!" Shall I take you to the hospital?! "

"It's not an illness... "F * ck that bastard!" I stomped my feet. "That man just patted my shoulder. It must be him! "

"Are you sure?" Qi Bao looked at me suspiciously. "You get a skin disease just by taking a pat?" Is it really so strange? "

I didn't explain any more to Seventh Treasure. I turned around and ran home, terrified.

Seeing that I didn't have the slightest intention to joke around, Seventh Treasure didn't ask anymore and followed me.

By the time I reached the medicine store, the door had already been opened by the old man.

At that time, he was sitting behind the counter looking at his account book with a leisurely expression.

Just as he entered the medicine store, the old man's expression changed.

"What's the taste?" he asked, frowning. He glanced at me, and the expression on his face grew even uglier. "What happened to your shoulder?"

I kept scratching at the piece of meat on my shoulder, my tears almost falling. I've been tricked! "

Hearing me say that, he also became anxious, hurriedly ran over from behind the counter, and even asked: "What's going on?! Are you in trouble? "

I didn't say much, just pulled my clothes down and showed him the piece of meat that was full of holes.

Then I noticed that the meat had changed again, and there was a white tip in each of the holes, like a lotus seed in a lotus.

"Which son of a bitch did this?!" The old man's eyes were wide open, as if he had been humiliated, and he scolded as if he wanted to eat someone, "You dare touch my head?! Even my grandson is being sinister?! "

Qi Bao said anxiously, "Master Shen, how about we take him to the hospital? He has to go to the hospital for his skin disease!"

"Damn hospital!" The old man unhappily scolded, "The hospital can't cure this!"

"Can't the hospital treat it?" Seven Treasures was stunned. "Then who can treat it?"

"I can cure it!" He swore and went up to the second floor.

The old tutor had been like an enraged lion, unspeakably violent.

Not long after, he hurriedly walked down from the second floor with a stack of yellow paper in his hand and a copper jar that looked like an incense burner.

Then he went to the medicine cabinet and took out some glutinous rice powder and leech powder and mixed them together.

"Do you want to eat it?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask so much. Seventh Treasure, close the shop." As the old man spoke, he poured the mixed powder onto the yellow paper.

Before I could say anything, the old man suddenly raised his hand and covered my wound with the yellow paper covered with medicinal powder.

In that instant, my arm felt as if it had been branded with hot iron, and white smoke rose from it.

A few minutes felt like a century.

When it was time, the old man took the yellow paper down, turned around, and went into the kitchen to get a kitchen knife. He then used the side of the kitchen knife and forcefully slapped the edge of the wound.

A few white worms the size of grains of rice were smacked out, or rather squeezed out by the old tutor.

"F * ck!" "What the hell is that thing?!" Seventh Treasure was trembling in fear.

Seeing those worms, I was also extremely scared. My head was covered in cold sweat as I asked the old man, "What kind of illness is this?"

"Parasitic disease."

The old man didn't want to explain anything to me, so he got up and squatted down. He picked up all the bugs the size of grains of rice and put them into the copper jar that he brought with him earlier.

Then, the old man took a piece of yellow paper and used a pen to draw some patterns on it that I couldn't understand.

While he was drawing these things, he was also chanting something like a scripture. His voice was so low that I could not hear what he was saying clearly even when I pricked up my ears.

When he finished, the old man lit the yellow paper and threw it into the jar, then quickly closed the lid.

In the next second, he got up and went to his room. He brought out a large red candle that was used as a sacrificial offering. After lighting it, he dripped all of the wax onto the jar and sealed his mouth.

Seeing this, Seventh Treasure could not help but ask, "Master Shen, what are you doing?"

"Do my ass." The old tutor snorted coldly.

"Then what are you drawing a talisman for?" Seventh Treasure quickly asked.

"It's drawn to play." After the old man finished speaking, he carried the copper jar up the stairs as if nothing had happened.

He turned around and looked at me. After thinking for a bit, he asked, "Brother Shen, how about you let my uncle find that son of his and beat him up?"

Before I could say anything, the old man walked down from the second floor empty-handed and said, "Don't worry, there's no need for you guys to do anything about it. That person won't be easy to deal with either."

"It's not easy?" Seven Treasures did not quite believe it.

"Will it be alright if retribution comes?" After that, he told me to go up and sleep, and not to think about anything else.

Even though the old man promised that he was fine, I was still scared, afraid that the bugs would appear on my shoulders again.

He had been in bed all night, unable to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried.

It wasn't until the next day that I fell asleep at dawn.

When he woke up, it was already afternoon.

I got up and took off my clothes. I was surprised to find that the wounds on my shoulders had all healed!

Other than the wound which was slightly red, the rest of the wound had returned to normal. Not even a scar was left.

I feel that the old man is too awesome, he's simply a model of concealing his strength!

Just burn some paper charm and you can cure me with medicine. You don't even leave a scar. Even a large hospital doesn't have this kind of technique, right?!

After checking the wound a few times to make sure there were no problems, I ran downstairs to tell the old man the good news.

Unexpectedly, the medicine store's door was closed, and the hall was empty.

Why did the old man leave so early in the morning … Could it be that he went to play mahjong again?

I opened the door of the shop gloomily, ready to start my business first. I didn't expect to see someone I knew as soon as I opened the door.

"You son of a bitch actually dared to come?!"

The person who came was none other than the person who patted my shoulder yesterday.

He changed his attitude from yesterday. When he saw me, he came over with a flattering look on his face and two gift boxes in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" I involuntarily took a step back, afraid that he would plot against me again.

That person glanced at my shoulder, placed the gift box on the ground, and cupped his hands towards me. "Even if you go too deep in the Dao, you would still offend a deity. I didn't expect that you, little brother, would also be an expert!" It was all a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding! "

Only then did I notice that his right hand seemed to be injured, wrapped in a thick layer of gauze.

"Who misunderstood you!" I gritted my teeth and said, "Playing tricks on me for no reason, is that a misunderstanding?"

He pursed his lips in embarrassment and was about to speak when the old tutor suddenly walked over from the alleyway.

"Master!" It was this person! You slapped me yesterday! " Seeing that my savior had returned, I hurriedly complained to him.

The old man nodded his head calmly and walked into the medicine store. He waved at the man, gesturing for him to come in and speak.

When he came in with the box, the old man told me to close the door, as if he was afraid the animal would run away.

"You're quite capable."

The old man looked at him from behind the counter as he spoke, a roll of newspaper in his hand.

Hearing that, that person shook his head repeatedly. He directly said that it was because he had eaten lard that he made a move on me.

"Does he have a grudge against you?" The old man asked and pointed at me.

"No enmity." The man answered with a guilty conscience.

"You want to bug him without enmity?" The old tutor laughed coldly, "Did you eat the old ancestor's rules?"

"Are you the one who solved his problem?" the man asked tentatively.

The old man didn't say anything, but nodded his head in acknowledgement.

"This is all a misunderstanding. Today, I've come to apologize. I hope that you can forgive this lowly person and give me a chance …" When that person said these words, his eyes were filled with fear. His bandaged hand was trembling: "I have already learnt my lesson. I hope that you can be magnanimous and forgive me this time …"

"Why did you lower my grandson yesterday?" The old man asked, then added, "If you don't tell the truth, then don't take your other hand."

"I'll tell you!" That person did not hesitate and directly revealed the reason behind his shady actions, "I was looking for something in the Ma Clan, but in the end, I was unable to find it. I was extremely annoyed when your grandson bumped into me again, and asked me what I do, then I …"

"To put it bluntly, you're just not happy with my grandson, right?" the old man asked.

That person smiled awkwardly, "Isn't this a misunderstanding …"

"For such a small matter to cause harm to others, the Old Ancestor's rule is that he has been blinded." The old man sighed, his expression a little dejected. He wasn't as angry as I had expected.

"Please be magnanimous! I really know my wrongs! "

The man apologized and unwrapped the gauze.

In an instant, the entire medicine store was filled with a strong stench.

The man's right arm was covered in holes, just like the one on my shoulder yesterday.

These holes were several times larger than the ones on my shoulder, and each hole contained a black worm.

When the gauze was removed and the wound was exposed to the air, these worms began to wildly twist, as if they were trying to climb out.

"There are tens of thousands of Dharma sects in the industry, I don't care about those who cultivate the faith and Buddha, but you …" The old man opened the newspaper and read. When he spoke to the man, he did not look at him. His tone was frighteningly calm as he said, "We're all from the same sect. The Old Ancestor does not care about you, I'll care."

With that, the old tutor flipped over a newspaper and asked.

"You scammed my grandson once. I'll take one of your hands. Do you have any objections?"