One punch and one ghost, you say this is mental illness?

Hearing this, Qinglong interjected next to him and said: "Boss, maybe he didn't hit the palm at all, the ghost market is about to open, when we go to the ghost market, we will definitely be able to get the medicine."

"The ghost market will not open for a few more days, and now there are about ten hours left. How can we wait." Zhang Wentao's voice trembled slightly.

The atmosphere at the scene fell into a downturn, and everyone fell silent.

Chen Twelve asked: "Has anyone of you been recruited? I was indeed recruited yesterday, and it was He Yan who cured me in the end."

"You fart, how can you be easily released." Qinglong questioned.

Er Qiu sneered, looked at Qinglong contemptuously, and said indifferently: "Young man, it's always right to see the world more. If you know it, it doesn't mean others won't."

"When is it your turn to speak here?" Qinglong turned his head and stared at Erqiu.

Er Qiu patted the table lightly with his paws, exuding a powerful aura. The table made of mahogany cracked a crack from under Er Qiu's paws, and then the table was covered with cracks.

Zhang Wentao swallowed his saliva, how dare to underestimate the strength of the ancient beasts?
"Qinglong, apologize to Mr. Bai Ze." Zhang Wentao said with a cold face.

"I'm not wrong." Qinglong stiffened his neck and refused to apologize.

Let him apologize to a bastard, it is better to kill him.

"Bendiga is here." He Yan's voice came from the door, and then he was seen running towards with a big bag.

With a snap, the bag was placed on the table, and the cracked table was now even more cracked.

He Yan looked at his palm suspiciously, and said, "Bendiga's skill has improved again."

"What is this that He Gaoren mentioned?" Zhang Wentao asked, changing the subject.

"Kids, add up to 50 pairs, one thousand pairs, you have to give me 5." He Yan stretched out five fingers and said with a smile.

Zhang Wentao pursed his lips, 5 yuan to buy a hundred ghost kidneys, what are you buying them for?
After thinking for a while, Zhang Wentao asked: "He Gaoren...do you have a way to cure Bone Mianmian Palm?"

"That's natural." He Yan patted his chest with confidence.

There was hope in Zhang Wentao's eyes, and he hurriedly walked up to He Yan and grabbed his hand, and hurriedly said: "He Gaoren, my younger brother was hit by Huagumianmian's palm. It has been almost eleven hours now, and there is still rescue." ?"

"I said there is no problem, are you questioning Bendijia?" He Yan raised his eyebrows and then squinted at Zhang Wentao.

Zhang Wentao shook his head again and again: "No, no."

"How can you treat it well? What do you use? How sure are you?" Qinglong asked a series of questions.

Except for Guishi and Sima Daguan who have the antidote for melting bones and palms, no one in this world can concoct the antidote.

Even a ghost city with a lot of supernatural powers mixed with fish and dragons is just a possibility.

Seeing that He Yan is so swearing, Qinglong only thinks that he is joking, or that he is delusional again.

Chen Twelve said: "Qinglong, do you dare to bet with me!"

"What are you betting on?" Qinglong raised his eyebrows and looked at Chen Twelve with disdain.

Chen Twelve said: "For a bet of 10 yuan, if He Yan can really cure Hua Gu Mian Mian Zhang, then you will give him [-] yuan, and if he can't, I will give you [-] yuan."

One hundred thousand is not a small amount, Qinglong hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement.

He can't, He Yan can really be cured.

Although Liu Yishou didn't understand what happened last night, no matter what, he would always trust He Yan unconditionally.

He looked at Zhang Wentao and said, "As the captain of the Soul Suppressing Division, why don't I guarantee that he will be cured well."

"Actually, I don't need to talk about these things. Even if it can't be cured, I won't say anything. I know how harmful that palm is." Zhang Wentao said.

He Yan pouted and said, "Buy me a kidney first."

Zhang Wentao was very happy this time, and quickly added Heyan WeChat, and transferred 5 yuan to him.

Seeing the extra 5 yuan in WeChat, He Yan strengthened his belief in catching ghosts.

"Then... He Gaoren, can you leave now? My brother is at home, why don't you go and have a look first?" Zhang Wentao asked cautiously, for fear of making He Yan unhappy if he was not careful.

Before calling He Yan to come, he had already learned the basic information about He Yan, knowing that he is mentally ill, and what he likes most is being hugged by others.

A group of people followed Zhang Wentao to his home.

The three brothers of the Zhang family are now middle-aged, but they are still three big bachelors. They have dedicated their entire lives to the spirit control department, and the three brothers have always lived together, and their relationship is very good.

It's just that the place where the three big men live is always a bit sloppy.

As soon as the door is opened, there is a shoe cabinet on the right hand side, which is filled with various instant noodles.

The shoes on the ground are one to the other, and the clothes on the sofa are also one to the other.

The table in the living room was filled with coffee, bread, fruit and other food in a mess.

The only good thing is that the house is messy but not dirty, and all the clothes on the sofa can barely sit on it.

He Yan kicked off a slipper under his feet, and sat on the sofa. He looked at the things on the table, and then picked up an apple.

It turned out that there was a big hole in the bottom of the apple, and He Yan's little finger happened to poke in that hole.

It was so sticky, He Yan hurriedly threw away the rotten apple, bared his teeth and said, "When a mouse comes to your house, it will get lost, and you have to walk away with tears in your eyes."

"Hey, I'm usually addicted to alchemy. The second child is boxing all day long, and the third child is busy singing all day long. Now I've been hit by the palm of the bone, so I can only spread it on the bed. There is no woman in this house. It's ridiculous." , hehe." Zhang Wentao blushed and rubbed the back of his head.

Then he looked at He Yan and said, "My brother is in the room, let's go and have a look."

"Well, it's important to save people." He Yan nodded.

A group of people went to the bedroom of the third brother Zhang Wenjiang. Their house has three bedrooms and one living room, and each room is very large, about [-] square meters.

The door of the third child's room is painted with many punk graffiti, and he pushed the door open, making it look like a KTV, with black leather sofas, granite tables, and a full set of singing equipment.

There is also a dynamic polka-dot light that flickers as soon as the head is opened...

A 1.8-meter black iron bed was placed in the innermost part of the room, on which lay a man with a mustache, who looked somewhat similar to Zhang Wentao.

Zhang Wentao has a Chinese-character face, big eyes and a high nose bridge. He is wearing a blue shirt and a khaki jacket, which makes him look awkward.

The third child, Zhang Wenjiang, has a square face, big eyes, flat nose, thick lips, dark skin, and a mustache.

Judging from the general outline, they are somewhat similar to Zhang Wentao, but after a closer look, they feel that they are not related to each other.