A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 50
051 The Elegy of the Cursing Man
How did that sentence say——

One step further from truth is fallacy.

So one step forward from the light is the abyss.

So to save people too much is to kill people.

This logic is not rigorous, in short, the meaning is similar.Put it on Fang Xian's body, it is the bright Gu technique he has learned, if the method is slightly changed, the Gu made may not be so bright.

In the light Gu art, the gnat Gu was originally used to cure heart disease and brain disease. As an old Miao doctor, Fang Xian changed the proportion of the medicinal materials for refining Gu. Although it will not turn this Gu into a dark Gu, it can also make the Gu sick. Disgusting people.

What he wants now is disgusting and disgusting people.

The light Gu technique is very harmonious, it doesn't need several poisonous substances to fight in the Gu vessel, it can achieve the effect only by feeding the insects with herbs.Originally, this Gu could temporarily calm the mind and relieve the stress of troubles, it was like a sedative.After Fang Xian's general calculations and adjustments, and according to the rich and cunning experience of this old Miao doctor, although the effect of this medicine is not as perverted as the dark Gu technique, it can have the opposite effect at least - making people upset and sweating. Hallucinations or something.

Fang Xian went through the ratio of medicinal ingredients again in his mind, took a deep breath, grabbed the first medicinal ingredient and threw it in, closed the lid, and chanted silently for a cycle in his heart.

At this time, the sound of taking a bath came from the bathroom. Besides the sound of water, there were more strange sounds.

"Ah! My sister's is really pretty, let me touch it!!!"

"Itch...itch...you won't be polite if you touch me again!"

"Haha, if you dare to bully me, I'll ask Brother Xian to come in and spank your ass!!"

"You! I'll spank your ass first!"

After that, there were quite strange sound effects from inside, including laughter, humming and chirping, and occasionally crackling.

Fang Xian yelled, "I'm doing something right! I beg you to be honest!"

After a slam, the voice inside was much quieter. Although the two girls were not serious, they seemed to be reliable at critical moments, and they could tell the difference.

"Sister, why are your buns bigger than mine, but grapes smaller than mine?"

"I don't know, it doesn't matter."

"It has something to do with it. When I'm breastfeeding in the future... I'll think about it..."

"I'm so bored, I'm not going to have children."

"Oh, that's not right. As wives, we naturally want to have as many children as possible for our husband."

……

It seems that it is a matter of the next life to let them stay honest. If Fang is free now, if he doesn't go in and play with mandarin ducks or kill them, he is not a man.

But the problem is that he has more important things to do. As a man, he must withstand the pressure on his lower body at critical moments.

Fang Xian concentrated all his strength in his dantian, chanted the Vajra Mantra, and continued to refine Gu.

Almighty Gu Seedling + Flying Gu Vessel IMBA, Gu that could have been prepared in less than half a month, was refined in less than 3 minutes.At this time Fang Xian was already sweating profusely, not because he was tired from refining Gu, but because the battle between his brain and lower body was too intense.

Looking at the little bugs that had become somewhat transparent in the Gu vessel, Fang Xian was quite satisfied. He carefully put the Gu vessel into his bag, gave the two girls a few words, and hurried out.

The destination of this trip is Xuannan Hospital where the street-swearing man lived during the day. This address was given to him by Li Chao. Do it yourself, if that guy has to go to court, Li Chao can't help.

Things like Gu have always been very secretive and evil, even a little sinful and shady.

There is no way, this is forced by street-swearing men, and Fang Xian doesn't want to play dirty tricks, but in this situation, the only way to deal with such unscrupulous people is to use unscrupulous methods.

According to the ward number given by Li Chao, Fang Xian knocked on the door of the second ward on the third floor of the inpatient department.

The door opened, and an old man opened the door with a smile on his face. Seeing Fang Xian, the joy on his face immediately turned into sadness: "Hey... I thought my daughter came to see me... It's been a few days."

Fang Xian looked into the ward, it was a collective ward, yes, it is a hospital these days and the wards are tight, VIPs are for the elderly to recuperate.

The middle-aged cursing street boy who was still flaunting his power in the afternoon, now became depressed and killed Matt, lying on the bed with his head on his side.Silently looking up at the night outside the window, his face twitches from time to time, obviously the wound on his buttocks is arrogant again.

Fang Xian coughed and walked forward silently.

The street-swearing man turned his head vigilantly and with difficulty, and then burst out with strange fear——

"Kill—people—la!"

The patients in the ward were stunned and looked at Fang Xian blankly.

Fang Xian waved his hand helplessly, pouted behind him, "Don't worry, the devil didn't come, I'm reasonable."

The street-swearing man was still in doubt: "Really, it's just you? So...then...didn't you come?"

"I really didn't come, I'm taking a bath at home."

The man pondered for a while, and looking at the posture, Fang Xian obviously came to apologize, and he definitely didn't want to make this matter worse, to discuss compensation or something.

"Boy, you're delaying me from going to work for a month, and the medical bills cost tens of thousands of dollars, as well as mental damage expenses, and..."

"Hey, there's something on your nose!" Fang Xian took a step forward and caressed the nostrils of the street-swearing man, "Oh, it's all right."

If you look closely, the transparent little thing has jumped into it.

The street-swearing man sucked his nose subconsciously, feeling as if something had come in: "You... what are you doing?"

Fang Xian: "5."

Street boy: "Huh?"

Fang Xian: "4."

Cursing the street boy, "What are you counting?"

Fang Xian: "321."

At the same time that Fang Xian's countdown ended, the street-swearing man felt his head buzzing, and suddenly he became a little dazed and restless, as if he was rubbing his head with both hands, or a needle was pricking his head.

The surrounding patients all stared at the two of them, very puzzled.

I saw that the expression on the street-swearing man's face had gone through an extremely complicated stage of change.

"You... this... so strange..."

Fang Xian leaned into the street-swearing man's ear: "It'll start to feel good right away, don't worry, no one will die."

Sure enough, a heart-wrenching itch suddenly came from his mind, itching and hurting, and itching. The scolding street man wanted to moan and call for help, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only see that his body was shaking violently, but nothing happened. Can't do it either.

Fang Xian explained to everyone in the ward: "My friend has intermittent epilepsy, please don't blame me."

Then he continued to whisper in the street boy's ear: "Dude, I have 100 ways to kill you, 90 ways to drive you crazy, 80 ways to make you brainless, and 70 ways to make you paralyzed..."

The street boy felt like he was going to die. Is this kid Voldemort?

Fang Xian counted the time, and when it was almost over, he said in a low voice: "The Gu in your body is going to sleep, and it will wake up in a month, and let you have another addiction, and it will attack again in 15 days, and it will attack again in 7 days. By analogy, the last time will eat all your brains. If you are sensible, this is the end of the matter, I will relieve you, and I will also pay for your medical expenses. It is the most benevolent, do you think it will work?"

How dare the street-swearing boy say no, this is the most evil thing in the world. Voldemort's black magic is not something ordinary people can resist, so he nodded his head like a chicken.

"That's right." Fang Xian snapped his fingers, and the pain of cursing the street boy stopped.

The old Miao doctor is the old Miao doctor, the time is quite accurate, and the snapping of the fingers is quite tricky, like magic.

Fang Xian glanced at the payment receipt by the bedside, miscellaneous inspections, plus medical fees, dressing fees, hospitalization fees, etc., and more than 2000 yuan went out again.

Fortunately, Fang Xian had been swiping his card all the time, and he was able to withdraw some cash. He ordered 300 yuan and put it on the man's bedside, then turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait!" The man was still in shock, "It's settled, will you explain that to me?"

"Already solved." Fang Xian left the room with a pretentious expression on his back.

No one in the ward could figure out what happened. The cursing man slowly returned to his previous posture, looking up at the night sky, but this time, his eyes were full of tears, and he felt like he was being insulted. This was the second time.

Actually, there is no such thing as getting sick in one month and then again in half a month. This is a poison, not a god. The lifespan of this bug is only a few dozen days. When the man's itching ends, the bug has already died. After a while It came out along with the man's phlegm. Of course, if he was unlucky, he would swallow it.

At this moment, although Fang Xian had settled a disgusting matter, he couldn't help cursing——

"You're such an adult, don't you have medical insurance? Fuck."

(End of this chapter)