Chapter 192 Fake Death
When Zuo Chen got the brush, he had already guessed everything.
Just quarreling with his father and becoming drunk and depressed would not turn him into an immobile vegetable.
It was more like someone had taken away his important thoughts and lacked a support.
It was like being subjected to a soul-calling magic spell, but the three souls and seven souls were not lost.
After arriving at Wang Bang's residence, Zuo Chen found the source of the magic formula at a glance.
Zhou Miao was puzzled:
“A small pen can actually harm people like this?”
“I’m afraid the accidental factor is bigger. " Zuo Chen shook his head and explained:
"The power of the pen is not very powerful, and even a rough man in the countryside will not be distracted when writing with this thing
"But if you encounter twists and turns in your life and your mind is greatly disturbed, the spell on this paper will be activated. Extract your obsessions and put them on this piece of paper."
Shake the paper on the table and say :
“But at this moment, it is not enough to beat a person into that state. Although obsession is important, it is not like three souls and seven souls. The obsession that has been removed will be the same if you wait for a while. Can you find a replacement?
"Brother Wang is mainly obsessed with his deep attachments, and drowning. Many factors are intertwined together, which makes him unable to sleep. "
Zhou Miao roughly understood what Zuo Chen meant, and frowned again:
"Taoist Priest, it seems that Mr. Donkey helped us get rid of the idea of gambling. At that time, I felt that gambling was completely boring, and I didn't even want to touch it. Then I, Brother Wang..."
" It should be the same, and I will stop thinking about writing miscellaneous books."
"Then...I guess it is most likely caused by Brother Wang's father, Wang Dayang!" Zhou Miao said firmly: "As long as Brother Wang no longer has one thought. It won't be too difficult for his father to get his name by studying miscellaneous books! In this way, it will follow his father's wishes."
"But..."
Zuo Chen shook the paper in his hand:
"It's better to wake up Wang Bang first."
......
Put the tissue paper on Wang Bang's face and tap it gently at the center of his eyebrows.
Wang Bang, who was lying on the bed, seemed to have a sudden convulsion. His whole waist was pushed upwards, like a prawn, and the paper on his face fell with the wind.
The poem disappeared.
Wang Bang immediately coughed several times, then held on to the edge of the bed and opened his mouth:
“Ugh!”
vomited a large mouthful of sea water.
Obviously after Zhu Laoba rescued him, he had almost spit out all the sea water. I don’t know where this mouthful came from.
After coughing several more times, Wang Bang raised his head blankly.
His eyes were still wandering, and it took him four or five breaths to regain his composure and look at Zhou Miao in front of him.
"Brother Zhou? Why are you here? Where am I?"
Everyone looked at him at a loss, as if he had forgotten everything he had experienced.
Zhou Miao spent some time explaining his experience to Wang Bang. Wang Bang was shocked after hearing this. He immediately got out of bed and knelt down to Zuo Chen and Zhu Laoba to thank him.
After drinking too much last night, Wang Bang ran to the coast to relax, but his foot slipped and he accidentally fell into the water.
If Zhu Laoba hadn't rescued him in time, Wang Bang would have drowned.
I was in a bad mood, but I didn’t want to die. It was just an accident.
Zhou Miao hurriedly asked Wang Bang what had happened these days. Wang Bang sighed and answered honestly.
As everyone had guessed before, Wang Bang became restless after a quarrel with his father. He picked up the white jade pen that had been treated with magic and wrote a short poem.
As a result, after this, he felt as if something important had been dug out of his chest. It was drinking every day that almost cost him his life.
After saying this, Wang Bang let out a long sigh:
"Oh, I won't drink anymore. It's annoying and a waste of time."
"Let's not talk about drinking for now." Zhou Miao frowned: "Brother Wang , where did this pen come from?”
Wang Bang scratched his head as he flashed the white jade pen:
“This... my father gave it to me some time ago, saying it was spent. It took a lot of effort to get it.”
"Sure enough." Zhou Miao held her forehead and sighed.
Seeing that Wang Bang was still puzzled, Zhou Miao told Wang Bang everything about the magic formula in the pen.
Wang Bang was shocked, his lips trembled, and he didn’t know what to say for a while.
"Brother Wang, you can't go on like this, delaying it again and again. If he can use this pen to harm you today, he may not cause any trouble in the future!" Zhou Miao felt sad.
His best friend was almost killed by his father, and he couldn't bear it any more.
"I... feel that my father can't harm me. After all, he is my father..."
Wang Bang murmured.
Zhou Miao's blood pressure rose as he listened to Wang Bang's words:
"You are so incompetent! If you really don't believe it, then let's go to him and explain it clearly. If Let’s clear up the misunderstanding. If something really happens, solve it quickly. If you stay so depressed, something will happen sooner or later!” Just drag him out.
Wang Bang had just woken up. His body was weak and his strength was not as strong as Zhou Miao's. He was dragging him out like this.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Cai Yi rolled her eyes, as if she had some strange idea.
She glanced at Zuo Chen, who nodded and told Caiyi to go ahead and do it. Then he jumped to the side with a smile and stopped Zhou Miao.
“Fairy Girl?”
Zhou Miao stopped moving and sounded confused.
"How could you drag someone to question your father like this? If that believer saw it and spread the word, then you, Brother Wang, would no longer have to hang out in Baichuan City! You This method is not safe."
Zhou Miao took a breath, but finally said nothing.
Cai Yi’s words make sense.
In Daliang, the word "father is kind and son is filial" is still very important. Although Wang Bang has a bad relationship with his father, Wang Bang cannot pick the issue.
Some neighbors were talkative and full of nonsense. If they spread the word, Wangbang's bookstore would basically no longer be able to open in Baichuan.
Zhou Miao is here to support her friends, not to ruin their lives.
"Xiangu, do you have any good ideas? You see, my brother has become like this. If I leave him alone anymore, I will feel bad in my heart!"
"I really have a way." Caiyi looked at Wang Bang who was at a loss next to him with a smile: "But I need Brother Wang to cooperate."
"I...this..." Wang Bang seemed to After experiencing the battle between heaven and man, I was at a loss for a long time, and then I gritted my teeth slightly:
"I really want to know what my father is thinking in his heart. It all depends on the arrangement of this fairy girl."
The fairy girl's screams were so sweet that Caiyi felt comfortable and said:
" Don't worry, let's put on a big show and make sure your father won't make trouble for you again from now on."
......
Wang Dayang lives outside Baichuan City, and Wang Bang pays for it. Purchased yard.
Next to it is an affiliated village of Baichuan, where they grow land and vegetables. Because it is so close to Baichuan, the people in the village also call themselves city dwellers. They have an inexplicable arrogance, but they are also like the shortcomings of the villagers.
Today is an ordinary day, farming, working, and chatting at noon.
Suddenly, there was a burst of noise at the entrance of the village.
Blowing the trumpet, hanging white silk, a donkey pulling a cart, on which lay a pale-faced young man covered in water, scattering paper money, floating in the wind.
"Brother Wang...Brother Wang! Why are you dead! Brother Wang!" There was a noble man beside the donkey cart, howling at the top of his lungs with a loud voice.
The young people in the village who were taking a lunch break were also attracted to the scene. They looked up and scratched their heads, wondering what was going on.
"Who is on the cart? Is it from our village? I have never seen it before."
"It looks familiar..."
"Is this Wang Dayang's son?! He's the boy who sells miscellaneous books in the city."
"Oh! It seems to be really him! Why is this young man lying on the board?"
Some sharp-eyed villagers recognized Wang Bang and wondered why he looked like this.
The donkey pulling the cart stopped in the middle of the village, as if it didn't know the road, and bumped the young master's waist who was crying in front of him with his head.
The young master staggered after being pushed, and then he immediately turned around and continued to walk forward crying, and the donkey followed suit.
It didn’t take long for one person and one donkey to arrive at a good yard nearby.
This yard is big and beautiful. The outermost circle is made of bamboo fence, and the inside is a wooden house covered with thatch. At the back is a large yard, with self-cultivated land and self-grown food.
It’s not much, so it can’t be used to pay taxes, and there’s no way to sell it. If you just eat it yourself, you won’t have any surplus, but it can indeed fill your stomach.
You can still see a meat rack with a few strips of bacon hanging on it, moving in the wind.
There is a table in the middle of the small courtyard. There are a few pieces of paper on the table, and an old man with an unpleasant face is writing on the paper.
As if the wind was blowing too hard, he used a stone as a paperweight to hold down the paper.
Hearing the sound of hooves and crying outside the hospital, the old man's brows immediately locked with the word "Sichuan".
"We are crying in the daytime, why are you crying next to my yard?"
The old man was full of displeasure and did not want to care about the sound of mourning, but he did not expect that the donkey cart stopped next to his yard, and the howling of ghosts and wolves got louder and louder. When I got older, I was so angry that I couldn't hold the pen in my hand steadily, so I dropped a large amount of ink on the rice paper.
With a cold snort, he simply put down his pen and walked out of the courtyard with a puff of sleeves.
"Who is crying here?"
At the door, the old man Wang Dayang shouted in a low voice, and his eyes fell on the young master at the door.
After looking at it twice, I just thought it looked familiar.
Why...
It seems that his incompetent son is a friend he met outside?
What is your name Zhou Miao?
Why did he come to his door crying?
Before his mind could turn around, Wang Dayang's eyes fell on the man pulling the donkey cart behind him.
My pupils shrank, and I leaned against the donkey cart in two hurried steps, with my eyelids wide open.
I just felt like my heart skipped a beat.
“Banger?!”
Please give me a monthly pass
(End of this chapter)