Setting up a fortune-telling stall: No money for divination?ghosts have to die

"What? Brother Tianhu, when did you get hurt secretly, it doesn't matter!"

"Grandma's! It must be that time when someone violated the rules and plotted against him, and the **** fighting arena with a knife!"

All the attendants defended Tianhu.

Chen Feng said: "I am a fortune teller, it is normal to be able to see the problem."

"If you want to know how to heal dark wounds, you can ask me for fortune telling."

In fact, it is very simple to heal the dark wound, just take a bite of An Zimo.

But Chen Feng didn't want to, there was an indescribable resistance in his heart, and he didn't know why.

"Fortune-telling? Is it reliable?" Tianhu was a little moved.

He has been worrying about secret injuries for a long time, as long as there is a way, he is willing to try.

As a grand master, he is not short of money at all.

And Chen Feng told his fortune for him, also because he is a great master with a high status, and he must gain a lot of fortune-telling points at that time.

The most important point is that, through spying on Tianhu's past, he learned that the other party was preparing to participate in a competition with a foreign grandmaster.

This is a matter of winning glory for the country, how could he be allowed to go into battle with injuries.

"My fortune-telling is sure, but telling your fortune will cause me great backlash. Your fortune-telling fee... 50."

"Five... half a million?"

"Yes."

Gu Ju came over and said, "Brother Tianhu, don't believe him, 50 is so expensive, it's better to go abroad for treatment.

The medical technology in foreign countries is so advanced, it is impossible that even this little wound can not be cured! "

"He knows best whether it can be cured, so I won't say much." Chen Feng said lightly.

Tianhu's expression suddenly became ugly.

"Gu Ju, do you think I haven't checked abroad, there is nothing to do there."

"Western medicine can't cure it, only Chinese medicine, but now the medical skills of Chinese medicine are gradually being lost, and it is difficult to find a miracle doctor."

"Brother Tianhu, did you say you were going to the United States to pick up girls, but you were actually going..." Gu Ju suddenly realized.

Tianhu nodded and gave an affirmative answer.

Then he looked at Chen Feng with bright eyes, "Can you really heal my dark wounds through fortune telling?"

Chen Feng nodded.

If he could really spend 50 yuan to heal the hidden wound, he would be very willing.

"50 is not a small amount, can I give you a deposit of 20 first, and pay the remaining 30 when you are cured?"

"I am a great master, so I will never give money for medical treatment.

Besides, you are so good at fighting, I dare not give it to you! "

50 is indeed a lot of money.

This request is also very reasonable.

"Okay, let's pay first."

After the payment was completed, Chen Feng began to spy on Tianhu's past and future.

Although he was suffering from a hidden injury, it was not terminally ill, which was why Chen Feng chose to take action.

All kinds of pictures flashed in his mind, this time spying on Tianhu's hidden wound was actually a means of spying on the treatment.

Various medical skills of traditional Chinese medicine were continuously integrated into his memory.

It can be said that Chen Feng is now a formidable doctor of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Okay, after you go back, soak the wormwood in water for a sitz bath, then use the fresh wormwood to grind it into soy milk residue, and apply it all over the body.

Apply the external application for ten hours, and then come to the No. [-] villa all the way tomorrow to find me and give you acupuncture. "

Hearing his words, Tianhu's pupils shrank suddenly, "Wait, wait! You mean, you are a miracle doctor?"

Chen Feng waved his hand, "I can't say that you are a genius doctor, but you can barely understand Chinese medicine."

"Hahahaha! Good! It seems that I, Tianhu, met a nobleman today, thank you in advance, and see you tomorrow!"

Tianhu took the people away.

Chen Feng returned to the western restaurant.

Both the manager and the waiter looked at him respectfully.

"Sir, I'll give you a free order tonight!"

"Thank you." Chen Feng smiled lightly and did not refuse.

After dinner, An Zimo and Chen Feng walked to the riverside.

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and An Zimo's body was slightly numb.

"Master Chen, I think your speculation just now is correct, I plan to test it now."

An Zimo took out a small knife from his bag and handed it to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng: "..."

"Zimo, what do you mean?"

She said: "I don't dare to harm myself. Of course it was Master Chen who scratched me, and then I bit myself again."

Chen Feng was a little confused, can he do it?

An Zimo urged: "Come on, kill me!"

Chapter 123 Let's Lie on the Bed and Just Chat

"Come on, kill me!"

An Zimo's urging really made Chen Feng stunned.

He waved his hand, "Forget it, I think my guess is wrong, you can't recover by biting yourself if you are injured."

An Zimo said dejectedly: "Ah!? Then what should I do.

When will my physical troubles be resolved..."

To be honest, Chen Feng still felt a little guilty.

After all, An Zimo jumped into the ghost spring to awaken his martial soul to save him.

This is a big favor!

An Zimo was older than him, and had helped him a lot along the way.

Now that he is troubled by Wuhun, he should lead the way.

Knife yourself!

Chen Feng took the knife and quickly drew a few shallow knife marks on his arm.

With his current physical strength, this kind of scratch is like being bitten by a mosquito.

"Master Chen, you..."

"Bring me your arm."

An Zimo's face was a little red, he lowered his head slightly, and stretched out his arms.

The skin is very delicate and smooth. Even though Chen Feng's eyesight has improved a lot, he can't see a single hair on it.

I didn't notice it when I bit it for the first time because of serious injuries.

"Here! Don't...don't bite so hard..."

Her voice was very low, and she looked at Chen Feng's lower body, not daring to look at him.

Chen Feng lightly touched her hand and took a deep breath.

Bite when you are seriously injured, and bite when you are in good health, the mentality is completely different.

'At least she saved my life, so I should help her. '

'Bite, anyway, as long as it doesn't hurt, how much force did I use when I first bit? '

An Zimo felt that Chen Feng hadn't finished speaking for a long time, so he couldn't help saying, "Master Chen?"

"Well, here I am."

Chen Feng bit down on the forearm.

Then I looked at the scratches on my arm, and it didn't recover.

And An Zimo couldn't feel the consumption of spiritual energy in his body.

"Master Chen, go...a little bit harder?"

"Then...then you bear with it."

Chen Feng also had to increase the bite force, and it seemed that he could at least make bite marks in order to absorb the aura.

"Hmph!" Following Chen Feng's effort, An Zimo couldn't help but snort.

Her skin is tender and not resistant to biting.

And Chen Feng saw that the injury on his arm recovered in less than a second, so he quickly let go.

However, there were bite marks and a little bruise on An Zimo's arm.

"Zimo, are you okay?"

An Zimo shook his head, retracted his arms, and his heart was beating vigorously.

She can even feel voices.

"It's okay, I'm better."

The two fell into a momentary embarrassment.

In less than half a minute, An Zimo cast a pleading look at Chen Feng.

"Master Chen, I...my martial soul's healing power is too strong, I didn't consume much spiritual energy just now.

So now... my body is itching again, can you..."

Chen Feng: "..."

This was something he hadn't thought of.

The serious injury that could have killed him at the beginning would only consume all of An Zimo's spiritual energy when he recovers.

After being weak for a few days, the aura will be restored again.

He can't seriously injure himself...

"Zimo, why don't you just be patient, I will try my best to find a way for you." (This way will be very interesting, and I will find it soon, welcome to continue reading!)

"Then...then...then how long do I have to endure..." An Zimo's expression was a little downcast.

"It shouldn't be too long."

He can spy on cures for patients and disasters for cities.

The only thing that is elusive is the supernatural power of the Martial Soul, which does not really have a physical body.

Otherwise, he would have been able to spy out that An Zimo would awaken the martial soul, and what kind of martial soul it was.

"Ok."

An Zimo could only reluctantly agree.

Afterwards, the two separated. After Chen Feng bought a set of silver needles, he also returned to Jiang Ziting's home.

He took a shower and walked to Jiang Ziting's room with a gift.

Seeing that it turned out to be a lipstick, the other party couldn't help showing a sweet smile.

Jiang Ziting fell into Chen Feng's arms, "Chen Feng, how do you know I like this brand.