My monsters are going to heaven

The old Dr. Li gave Lu Yiming a pulse, Shi Shiran wrote a prescription, and handed it to Sister Chen: "Young master is fine, but there are some skin traumas, you can use this prescription for two or three days for the young master, so that the blood will melt." It will be healed after a bruise." This young master Lu was also very lucky, he was thrown out of the car in a car accident, and fell into the gap between the car and the puddle, scratching his skin a bit.

Sister Chen signaled Dr. Li with her eyes, and seeing that Dr. Li was unclear, she pulled him aside and whispered, "I know he has no physical injuries. I'm asking him here." She pointed to her forehead, "Does it matter?"

Dr. Li glanced at Lu Yiming, who was drinking tea calmly, and said to Sister Chen, "Isn't this pretty good?"

He unhurriedly stretched out four fingers to Lu Yiming, and asked, "Master, do you recognize this?"

Lu Yiming glanced at him: "Seven."

Doctor Li's expression changed.

"Okay, I won't tease you guys anymore," Lu Yiming couldn't hold back anymore, he slapped his thigh and laughed, "I told you I'm fine."

As soon as Sister Chen and Dr. Li left, Lu Yiming packed up and planned to go out to the county town.

According to Sister Chen, in the middle of the night yesterday, someone notified her of the accident, so she and Ah Jin went to the scene to bring her unconscious back.

Now that he has returned to his skin, what's going on with Wen Yuan?

As soon as the door was opened, Lu Yiming met the young man who was about to come in.

The person who came had serious features and a pale complexion, it was obviously Inspector Wen Yuan.

He was carrying a large leather bag in his right hand, and he had just stepped on the steps in front of the door.

The two stared at the gate of the Lu family's mansion, neither of them said anything, and there was some doubt on their faces.

After a long time, Lu Yiming spoke first: "You are?" He looked him up and down while speaking.

Wen Yuan looked at him, coughed before whispering, "It's me."

"Which one?" Lu Yiming was now afraid of the dangers in this world, "Let me give you a signal. For example, what good things did we...do last night?" Only he and Wen Yuan knew how much spicy noodle soup we ate last night.

Wen Yuan was a little impatient, gave him a blank look, and interrupted: "What nonsense, let's talk in the room." This shameless person must be Lu Yiming who can't escape.

Seeing him rolling his eyes, fresh and unaffected, with a little Wen Yuan's unique arrogance, Lu Yiming felt relieved at once.

The two looked at each other, and smiled lightly at the same time.

This kind of tacit friendship is probably understood by no one except them.

In Lu Yiming's room, the two put together what happened last night.

When the lightning fell, it didn't just hit Lu Yiming.

At that time, Wen Yuan only felt a trance after the white light, and his limbs were limp and he fell to the ground.

After a while, he gradually came back to his senses. He was helped up by the people next to him, and then he realized that something was wrong. When he looked down, his hoof and donkey hair were all gone.

Turning his head in doubt, the little donkey had disappeared.

Lu Yiming took a sip of water, and said in disbelief, "That monster... just disappeared?"

It's not that he doesn't want to believe it, but, will this kind of thing really end so easily?

Wen Yuan shook his head secretively, took out a cloth bag, and said in a low voice, "I'll show you something." As he spoke, he turned the cloth bag upside down and shook out a black-gray thing.

Appears to be a fur garment?

Wen Yuan spread out the black and gray thing on the table with some disgust, stretched it, and said, "Look."

On the table was a whole piece of donkey skin.

The hair is thick, the nose is short and the ears are long, the eyes are closed, the teeth are strong, and the hooves and tails are also quite a lot.

It was a whole piece of donkey skin that had been deboned and flesh removed.

Lu Yiming picked up the donkey's skin and studied it carefully. There were no cuts or gaps on the skin. It seemed that the bones and flesh of the donkey had disappeared out of thin air. Blowing out the shape of a donkey - I didn't even find a stitch.

Lu Yiming couldn't help being amazed, he stroked it and said, "This hair looks like you... ahem, it's very similar to when you were a donkey before!"

"What does it look like?" Wen Yuan said decisively, "This is it." He wears this donkey skin every day, and the hair on it is carefully groomed every day, so he can recognize it at a glance.

Lu Yiming immediately threw the donkey skin back on the table, looked at his palm with disgust, wished to wash his hands immediately, and asked, "How did you find this thing?"

"In the puddle where I was standing next to." Wen Yuan stared at the skin with a serious expression.

I didn't see it at first because the donkey instantly turned into a piece of skin and was covered by stagnant water.

"Then what are you going to do with it?" Lu Yiming asked, "The evildoer is still attached to it, right?"

"This is where I find it tricky." Wen Yuan sighed, "I chopped it with a knife and burned it with fire, but it didn't leave even a trace."

I don't want to keep it and I can't destroy it.

Throw it away, what if it hurts others again?

Who knows what's the mystery behind this?

Lu Yiming felt more and more that the donkey's skin made him unappetizing, and suggested: "Someday find someone who knows how to do it and make it?"

"You have to be a master of Taoism," Wen Yuan sneered, "Three-legged toads are easy to find. Where can you find a master of Taoism. In this world, there are probably more monsters than masters of Taoism."

The two didn't discuss any countermeasures in the end. Wen Yuan said that he still had to investigate the case, so he packed the donkey skin and took it away.

Lu Yiming wiped the table five or six times to make sure that there was not a single donkey hair left on the table, and then ran to the well to wash his hands for a long time, until the skin on his palms turned white and wrinkled.

Bad luck, too bad luck.

This recent series of events, before and after, are not as good.

I don't know what Tai Sui committed.

Now he and the inspector can return to their original state, which is of course the best.

However, in his heart, he always felt a little uneasy.

What is wrong?

Hey, why don't you go to the temple and ask for a talisman or something for peace of mind and wash away your bad luck.

"Old Wang, old Wang?" Lu Yiming called down the well twice.

Old Wang slowly floated to the surface of the water.

"My good old king," Lu Yiming picked it up and kissed it, "I'll take you to the temple? There seem to be a few turtles there, maybe you can find your wife, hahaha."

Lao Wang blinked obediently.

However, "Old Wang, you... seem a bit heavy."

It's no problem for Lu Yiming to carry it for a few steps, but to get to the temple...

While thinking about it, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure on the withered twig tree beside the well.

Ah Jin was sitting on it watching the scenery.

What happened in the morning, Lu Yiming's anger has long since dissipated.

After all, the matter of discipline has a long future, and it is impossible for Ah Jin to be gentle, courteous and frugal in a short time.

With Ah Jin's awkward temperament, it is impossible to take the initiative to show his favor.

Lu Yiming deliberately coughed twice under the tree.

Ah Jin looked down at him slowly.

Lu Yiming raised his head and smiled at him: "Ah Jin, shall we take Lao Wang to the temple?"

A Jin's eyes moved, and the scenery of lakes and mountains seemed to be reflected in it.

"Ah."

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