Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

When Duan Congyan came down from upstairs, Meng Zezhi just came out of the kitchen.

He put the hot clay pot on the table and looked back at him: "Wake up, are you feeling better?"

"Why, Uncle Duan is not feeling well?" Xie Bowen greeted quickly.

"It's much better." Duan Congyan paused and said, "Thank you for taking care of me last night."

Meng Zezhi didn't take it seriously, and said casually: "It's just a little effort, by the way, I made barley and yam porridge, you can drink some."

Barley and yam porridge is the most invigorating the spleen and stomach.

"Okay." Duan Congyan replied lightly, but he couldn't help but think of the warm water bag that he held all night.

Xie Bowen, who was ignored, blinked, feeling that something was different from before.

After breakfast, according to his predecessor's habit, Meng Zezhi made himself a cup of Maojian, then took the newspaper on the coffee table, shook it open and read it.

What caught the eye was a photo that took up most of the page.

"Actor Zheng Bingren was too tired to film and passed out on the set, experiencing the feeling of death."

"Who?" Xie Bowen raised his head with half a fried dough stick in his mouth.

"Zheng Bingren." Meng Zezhi stared at the thin face and sunken eyes of Zheng Bingren in the photo, and responded casually.

Forcibly swallowing what was in his mouth, Xie Bowen threw down his chopsticks and surrounded him.

I only saw the newspaper read: "The Beijing Times reported on November 11 that yesterday afternoon, actor Zheng Bingren suddenly fainted during the filming of the movie "Galloping" and was rushed to a nearby hospital for treatment. The on-site staff said that his fainting may be Because of old injuries that have not healed, coupled with lack of sleep, the body has reached its limit..."

"Zheng Bingren, Zheng Bingren?"

Meng Zezhi repeated the name repeatedly, and then showed a look of sudden realization.

He remembered, isn't this one the first victim of Li Wenhuan (the old ghost) after Wan Zihuai got entangled with him!

It was not long after Wan Zihuai was reborn. At that time, the popular new IP drama "Gong Lue" was recruiting actors. Wan Zihuai's manager begged his grandpa to sue his grandma to get him an interview qualification for a male No. [-] .

According to the routine of the general entertainment circle, after the protagonist is reborn, he will inevitably meet a director who has a bad temper but cherishes his talents.

Wan Zihuai is no exception.

Because of his excellent performance in the audition, the director rejected all opinions and chose Wan Zihuai as the male number three.

At that time, the leading actor of the show was Zheng Bingren. After getting in touch with Wan Zihuai for a long time, he was amazed at the other party's talent and hard work, and gradually developed a good impression of Wan Zihuai.

——Of course, the domineering boss Li Wenhuan was jealous.

His method of revenge was simple and brutal. When Zheng Bingren was filming a fight scene, he shot and broke the wire hanging from Zheng Bingren's body.

Zheng Bingren, who fell from a height of two floors, unfortunately broke his right leg and was forced to withdraw from the crew.

Counting the days, he was only discharged from the hospital at the beginning of this month.

For the spectators, this may be a sweet love story with all-you-can-eat dog food, but for the parties involved, this is just the case.

"It's fine, it's fine." Seeing this, Xie Bowen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Zheng Bingren can be regarded as one of the few friends in his circle.

"I remember you have a good relationship with Zheng Bingren." Meng Zezhi looked up at Xie Bowen.

"Yeah." Xie Bowen came back to his senses and nodded.

"I want to meet him."

"what?"

"He is dying." Meng Zezhi put down the newspaper in his hand, frowned slightly, and said lightly.

……

When Meng Zezhi and the two arrived at the hospital, Zheng Bingren had just sent away the crew members who came to visit him.

Seeing Xie Bowen, Zheng Bingren's eyes lit up, and he said pleasantly, "Aren't you in the United States? When did you come back?"

"It happened yesterday." Xie Bowen handed the fruit basket in his hand to Zheng Bingren's assistant, and asked, "How is your health?"

"It's nothing serious." As he spoke, a sense of tiredness came over his heart, Zheng Bingren covered his mouth and yawned, managed to pull himself together, and continued: "The doctor suggested resting for a few more days, and I have that plan too. "

Hearing this, Xie Bowen looked at Meng Zezhi hesitantly.

Compared with his father's words, he is more willing to trust the doctor's judgment.

Noticing Xie Bowen's gaze, Zheng Bingren followed suit: "Who is this?"

Judging by his appearance, he should be Xie Bowen's relative, Zheng Bingren thought.

"This is my dad." Xie Bowen said.

"Uncle Xie?" Zheng Bingren was stunned.

Zheng Bingren had met Xie Guangsheng and had heard of Xie Guangsheng's "brilliant deeds". As Xie Bowen's friend, he was not good at making irresponsible remarks about Xie Guangsheng.Therefore, for Xie Guangsheng, the only thing that impresses Zheng Bingren is his face, which doesn't look old at all. A person in his 20s looks similar to a person in his [-]s.When he and Xie Bowen walked on the road together, people who didn't know him would surely think that the two were brothers rather than father and son.

Almost blurting out, Zheng Bingren said, "Uncle Xie, why, how do you look—"

With a swipe, Meng Zezhi unfolded the fan in his hand and shook it repeatedly: "A few days ago, I fought a fierce ghost. Although I was lucky to win, I hurt the enemy a thousand and myself [-]... "

"So that's the case." Zheng Bingren looked embarrassed, only thinking that Meng Zezhi was bragging again, he subconsciously looked at Xie Bowen.

Xie Bowen's face turned red, and he felt more and more that it was not wise for him to bring Meng Zezhi here. Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and pulled the corner of Meng Zezhi's clothes slightly.

Meng Zezhi seemed unknown, changed his voice, and asked: "Recently, have you often felt dizzy and lack of energy?"

Zheng Bingren barely kept up with Meng Zezhi's jumping thinking, and subconsciously replied: "That's right."

His assistant is new, and he doesn't know Meng Zezhi very well. It seems that Xie Bowen brought him here. Hearing Meng Zezhi's words, he was immediately in awe. Hearing that the topic was brought up to Xie Bowen, he immediately thought of the problem. The crux of the matter, he exclaimed: "Could it be that Mr. Zheng has run into a ghost?"

"Almost." Then Meng Zezhi stopped talking, just put away his fan, and clapped his palms again and again.

Zheng Bingren's complexion changed slightly, and he was skeptical.

His condition during the recent period is indeed not very good. In addition to the injury he suffered for two months before, he has a lot of backlog of work, so he was too busy to touch the ground when he came back.He always thought that it was because he was getting older and his body was not as good as before.

The assistant was obviously experienced. Seeing Meng Zezhi's appearance, he immediately moved a chair over and said respectfully, "Please sit down."

Made another cup of hot tea and sent it over: "Please use tea."

Meng Zezhi accepted it without any psychological pressure, and he took a tea and sipped it leisurely.

Xie Bowen knew that his father was going to put on a show (pretentious) again.

But who told the victim to be his good friend, he could only brutally demolish his father.

He said anxiously: "Dad, it's already this time, so don't be a fool."

Hearing this, Zheng Bingren immediately corrected his attitude, in case what Meng Zezhi said was true.

He immediately said: "Uncle Xie, it's not that I don't believe you, it's that I've never encountered such a thing before...Your Excellency, you don't remember villains, forgive me once!"

Meng Zezhi snorted lightly, no matter in expression or demeanor, he was no different from his predecessor.

"Is there a mirror?" he asked.

"There are toilets." Zheng Bingren replied.

"Inconvenient." Meng Zezhi said.

Zheng Bingren turned to look at the assistant.

The assistant immediately said, "I'll go buy it right away."

With that said, he grabbed his wallet and walked out of the ward quickly.

Taking advantage of the gap, Meng Zezhi laid out the things he brought one by one.

White wine, yellow talisman, black cloth...

Seeing this scene, Xie Bowen and Zheng Bingren looked at each other, unable to figure out what Meng Zezhi was trying to sell.

After 10 minutes, the assistant finally came back: "Here, Master Xie, the mirror."

Meng Zezhi took the mirror, wrapped it in a black cloth, and returned it to the assistant: "Take it."

Then he took a small bowl, poured half a bowl of white wine into the bowl, grabbed a yellow talisman, shook it lightly, and the yellow talisman ignited spontaneously without fire.

Seeing this scene, the three of them widened their eyes in unison.

Meng Zezhi threw the lit yellow talisman into the small bowl, only to hear a stabbing sound, the fire light on the yellow talisman disappeared, but the liquor in the bowl began to churn violently.

After about half a minute, the small bowl returned to calm, but the white wine in the bowl turned into a dark paste with a strange smell.

Xie Bowen covered his mouth and nose reflexively.

Meng Zezhi handed the small bowl to Xie Bowen, and only said, "I told you, you might not believe it, so let you see for yourself, drink it."

After taking the small bowl and looking at the contents, Zheng Bingren felt blue veins on his forehead. He gritted his teeth, pinched his nose, took the bowl, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

As soon as the food was eaten, a strong sense of nausea came to my heart.

"Don't throw up, it's not easy for me to draw a talisman." Meng Zezhi said.

Zheng Bingren covered his mouth subconsciously, his facial features twisted into a ball.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Zezhi took out a small glass bottle, poured some cow's tears into the palm of his hand, and wiped it on Zheng Bingren's eyelids with his fingers.

"Okay." Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand to call for his assistant, and asked him to stand in front of Zheng Bingren with a mirror in his hand: "Look."

Zheng Bingren opened his eyes when he heard the words, and his expression changed immediately.

"What did you see?" Meng Zezhi asked.

Zheng Bingren stared at the mirror in astonishment, "I saw a ball of white light around me, and there was a cyclone above my head, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, and every few seconds, there would be a whirlwind on my body. The white light the size of a thin line disappeared along the cyclone... This cyclone is a bit like, like..."

"Like a funnel," Meng Zezhi said.

"Yes, yes, yes." Zheng Bingren said repeatedly.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the assistant looked down subconsciously, and saw nothing but the black cloth covering the mirror.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the expression of surprise was beyond words.

"That ball of white light is the anger on your body." Meng Zezhi said.

Zheng Bingren didn't feel sick at the moment, he had a flash of inspiration: "Then what if the white light on my body, no, all the anger leaks out?"

Meng Zezhi smiled slightly: "Guess!"

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Zheng Bingren: I don't guess (the last stubbornness)!