"Dongdong!" A hurried knock on the door sounded.

"What's wrong in the morning!" Sophie yawned, stretched her waist, kicked the quilt over, got up and put on slippers, rubbed her hazy eyes, went to open the door, and then looked at Zhang Chong strangely: "What's this? And why is your face so smelly!"

"You can see it yourself!" Zhang Chong threw the thing on the floor with a snap, turned around and left.

"Oh, I'm stubborn!" Sophie grabbed Zhang Chong with one hand and opened the bag with the other hand. She saw a pile of red banknotes. Her eyes were twitching, and her mouth was wide open, "You won't go robbing the bank, right?"

This guy rented a house like himself, not like a rich man at all. He took out a lot of cash early this morning, and his behavior was suspicious.

Zhang Chong was so nervous that the woman seemed to be looking at the bones in her body, so she had to shake her head.

"The fake money you bought?" Sophie turned her eyes in confusion and asked unwillingly.

"Just keep it in check, don't worry about where you come!" Zhang Chong was so angry that he was so angry that he said.

"Oh, my temper is getting worse!" Seeing Zhang Chong's airs, Sophie said unhappy and unhappy, "Don't you want to know what I'm doing with the money?"

"I don't care!" When Zhang Chong thought of this woman who would rather sacrifice her appearance for money, he didn't like her and was too disgusted with herself.

"I'll come to you in half an hour." Sophie slammed the door.

Humph! She was so sure that she would agree. Zhang Chong shook his head, returned home, and changed his clothes.

Half an hour later, Sophie found Zhang Chong again.

When Zhang Chong saw her again, his eyes lit up.

She wore a white sweater, cropped casual pants, sneakers, and a small white bag, looking youthful and impressed.

"Let's go!" Sophie gave Zhang Chong a coquettish look.

An hour later, the two arrived at an old-fashioned courtyard. This is a suburb and is usually sparsely populated.

The ancient courtyard is deep and full of green. The ivy is around the gate and spits out a few new green branches in the corner of the wall. There are several acres of vegetable fields, a green silk well, and a four-story western-style building stands in the center.

An old man in his sixties was sucking in the vegetable field. He saw his gray hair spots on his forehead, sweating profusely. His white Zhongshan suit was like ink and black sneakers, and he couldn't see his true face clearly.

This old man is mudding! Zhang Chong touched his nose and muttered to himself.

"Acan!" Seeing the old man playing with mud, Sophie was so angry that her face turned green, and she yelled into the room with her waist on her waist.

"Who?" A woman with an apron on her waist ran out of the house. She had an old coarse cloth shirt and a dark yellow face with no expression on her face. It was obvious that she was a housewife.

"Oh! Miss is here!" The woman was Acan. When she saw Sophie panic, she rubbed her hands on her apron and walked over quickly.

"Look, what did you do?" Sophie asked, pointing at the old man playing with mud.

"Oh, my master, didn't I ask you to bask in the sun? Why are you playing with mud? Look at your outfit, I have to wash clothes again..." A Can helped the old man up and pointed at the old man's clothes and scolded him.

"Acan! When you came, I told you what I said. Do you remember? I asked you to take care of my grandfather, not to let you criticize her as a grandson!" Her eyebrows were raised, and Sophie's anger couldn't help but surged.

"Yo! Miss Su, don't get angry, just play with mud? Besides, who didn't have a sloppy time? I was cooking in the house, who knows..." The woman is not the master of Ren fighting Ren's grudge. She couldn't help but complain. She said that a five-year-old child is a demon. This sixty-year-old man is more worried than a demon. After a walk, he doesn't know where he ran.

"Hmph!" Sophie glanced at the woman, squatted down and helped the old man up and said with concern: "Grandpa, why did you come out to play with mud?"

"I, look for loach..." The old man's lips trembled as he spoke, and there was a hint of light in his dim eyes.

Looking for loach? This elder is actually interested. Zhang Chong was thinking that the old man was a crazy person. After looking carefully, he found something was wrong. To be precise, there was a hint of clarity in the old man's eyes, and it was covered by a thick fog.

To put it bluntly, it means that these behaviors are controlled by others.

There was a black straight line in the middle of the old man's upper eyelid. According to Zhang Chong's inference, the old man had a head-suppressing technique called Lingjiang.

"Did your grandfather do this before?" Zhang Chong asked Sophie while looking at the old man.

"It wasn't like this before!" Zhang Chong looked at his grandfather like a curious baby, which made Sophie feel a little unhappy. She weighed her for a long time before she brought Zhang Chong. Unexpectedly, when this guy arrived, he asked questions and exposed the pain, making her want to hold his ear and ask loudly: "Is it great to laugh at me?"

"How long has it been sick!" Zhang Chong did not pay attention to the old man anymore, but lowered his head and thought deeply.

"It's almost two months!" Sophie Bian washed the old man's hands and answered.

"Have your grandpa met someone before? To accurately say someone with weird costumes?"

"What are you asking about this?" Sophie looked at Zhang Chong nervously.

"Sure or not?" Zhang Chong said, staring into the other party's eyes, "This answer is very important!"

"I don't know either!" Sophie lowered her head a little unnaturally by the other party's stare.

"Your grandpa is hit by the technique of repelling the head." Zhang Chongwang said, "The old man who was catching his reflection in the basin with his hands.

"Ah! How do you know?" Sophie was full of doubts.

"Do you want money to treat him?" Zhang Chong continued to ask instead of answering Sophie's question.

Sophie couldn't understand what Zhang Chong sold, but knew that the other party might have a solution.

"Well" Zhang Chong has been leading the nose, but he doesn't know what Zhang Chong is thinking, which makes her a little crazy. This is not a good phenomenon. Sophie can only nod. "Overyone can't cure the head-suppressing technique at all. Have you found the person who uses the descending technique?" Zhang Chong continued to ask.

"I don't know if he is the one who uses the surrender technique. I only know that once I took my grandfather to the park. My grandfather got sick. He just lit his grandfather's forehead and his grandfather woke up immediately."

"The man on his forehead wakes up. It's really incredible!" Zhang Chong murmured. He became more interested in this matter, so he said, "Take me to see the miracle doctor!"

The head-sweeping technique is amazing for other people, but it is not enough for him. However, if you don’t find the person who surrenders, Sophie will never get peace.

Sophie was very confused about Zhang Chong's mistress, but she was not careless about her grandfather's condition, so she had to agree to let Zhang Chong go with her.

Sophie changed the old man's clothes, took him to wash, then had breakfast at home, and then ran away.

After about an hour of touching, Zhang Chong and his friends arrived in a park.

It was nine o'clock in the morning and there were very few pedestrians in the park.

The three of them arrived at the fountain pool in the park square. There was a huge rockery in the middle of the spring. There was a fountain on the stone. The spring water flowed down like silver-white pearls, white waves surging, and green water flowed, which was extremely gorgeous under the sunlight.

An elderly man in his seventies had gray hair and a white beard with an Adam's apple. He stood by the rockery with a bucket in one hand and a huge wolf hair in the other.

The wolf's hair was about three feet long and the size of a child's arm. I saw him walking around with his feet. Every word in his pen was full of strength, vigorous and powerful, and elegant, as if it was natural.

This old man's kung fu is unusual. Zhang Chong is a little more vigilant.

"It's there!" At this time, Sophie's whisper awakened Zhang Chong from his meditation.

Zhang Chong looked in the direction Sophie pointed and saw an old man holding a cloth banner and wearing a long gown.

The old man sat on a bench in the park, with a clear face and a slightly yellow eye. He held the banner in front of his knee with one hand and the other.

The banner is painted with Tai Chi Yin and Yang Fish. From a distance, this fortune teller is really a bit like a fairy-like trait.

When Zhang Chong and the others arrived in front of him, the fortune teller's left ear trembled slightly, and a trace of white light came out of the corners of his eyes.

"Old god, I'm here!" Sophie stopped one meter away from the old man and said respectfully.

"Uh! I don't know what the lady is doing?" The old fortune teller started to speak in an official voice.

"Last time you said you could cure my grandfather's illness, I specially raised money and hope you can take action with your own will." Sophie put the bag in her hand on the bench in the park and then pushed her grandfather to the old fortune teller.

"Name?" asked the old fortune teller, taking Grandpa Sophie's pulse.

"Su Bugu" Sophie replied.

Zhang Chong saw the old fortune teller's pulse gesture, including the pretending to be Gao Si. This martial arts warlock still has some tricks. It seems that the master behind the scenes has been even more influential.

"Your grandfather is infected with a strange poison, which has been hurt from all five organs, I'm afraid..." The old fortune teller sighed regretfully, and he was like a sympathetic monk.

"Is there nothing the old god can do?" Sophie's face turned pale as soon as she heard this. If Zhang Chong hadn't helped the person, she would have fallen to the ground.

"Oh! It's against the heavens. You have to know that your grandfather's age is to borrow his life from heaven. As the saying goes, the King of Hell wants you to die in the third update, and you will never live past the fifth update. I'll see!" The old fortune teller clasped his index finger and middle finger in his palm, and pulled it out bit by bit, as if he was calculating the mystery.

"You are an old god, there must be a way. If you hadn't saved your grandfather last time, you would have lost your life!" Sophie said in tears.

"Forget it, I'll go against God's will. I just borrow my life from God. I can't do more. I'm afraid that after this time, I will lose my life if I steal my destiny!" There are many people in the words of the fortune teller. Mu Nian's heart was ashamed.

"Then please be bothered by the old god. I will definitely give you a good reward!" Sophie nodded continuously after hearing this.

I saw the fortune teller holding a banner in one hand and a peach wood sword in the other. The banner danced like a cloud of cloth. The sword stabbed loudly and loudly. In just a moment, he turned dozens of times in front of the old man Su Buduo, and then pointed the sword at Su Buduo's forehead and shouted: "Break."

Su Butuo's body suddenly shook, and his turbid eyes seemed to show signs of clearness.

The old fortune teller seemed to have been taken away by someone and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Old immortal!" Sophie went to help the fortune teller, but saw the old man struggling to get up and swallowing a mouthful of blood.

"Zhang Chong, send the old god to medical treatment." Sophie shouted when she saw this, but looking around, there was no figure of Zhang Chong. Why did this guy run away at the critical moment?

"Die Zhang Chong, hum, if I catch you, I will try to suck your muscles and see if you are still walking around." Sophie was so angry that she stamped her feet, pouted and cursed, and hurried to help the fortune teller.

As soon as he put his hand on the old fortune teller's arm, he found that he had been hit on his neck and fell to the ground immediately.
Chapter completed!