People with this physique can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon even if they don’t practice, and even all magical instruments and talismans are very good tonics for them. They can absorb the above spiritual charm for their own use.

However, although there are spiritual roots hidden in the body, the body is still the body of a mortal. Although absorbing a moderate amount of spiritual rhyme every day can strengthen the body and prolong life, but if the spiritual rhyme is absorbed too much, it will cause some sequelae. For example, Wu Xiangsong, because he absorbed too much spiritual rhyme and was confused all day long, Zhao Dazhu absorbed the spiritual rhyme from the entire evil-proof talisman at one time, and became a mental illness.

What's more, he drank the evil-proof talisman directly. Even if a person without spiritual roots in his body drinks this thing, he will become trance, not to mention that he has such a physique.

But it is precisely because he completely absorbed the spiritual charm of the evil talisman that he could completely kill the evil ghosts in his body.

I was thinking about these things in my mind, and I didn't make any other moves for a long time, just staring at Zhao Dazhu blankly.

Wang Dapeng poked my shoulder and asked me with some concern: "Brother Dao, can Dazhuzi be cured?"

I then came back to my senses, smiled at Wang Dapeng, and said, "It's actually very simple to cure him. I have two ways now, you choose one. The first way is to force out the excess spirit in his body. In this way, he will not suffer, but the memory from being evil until now will be eliminated. In other words, after I cure Zhao Dazhu, he will not know you anymore, and he will not remember your relationship with his sister."

Wang Dapeng frowned immediately: "Why... memory will be eliminated. This is too expensive. If Dazhuzi woke up and found that he had lived for two or three years in vain, he would definitely not accept it. No, Brother Dao, you should tell me the second solution."

I said, "If you use the second method, Zhao Dazhu will have to suffer some pain from his skin. The second method is very simple, bloodletting. Now he has too many souls in his body, just let it go a little."

Wang Dapeng looked at Zhao Dazhu and looked at me again: "How much blood will it take?"

I said, "This is not sure. He fainted because of excessive blood loss, and when will he stop?"

Wang Dapeng immediately became nervous: "I have to faint... This is even more unreliable. What if the pillar has three long and two shorts, what should I do?"

I patted Wang Dapeng on the back and said to him with a smile: "Don't worry, this kid's physique is different from ordinary people. It's not a big deal for him to shed some blood, and there will definitely be no problem. And... I also need the blood on his body now."

Wang Dapeng asked me: "What's the use of you wanting the blood of the big pillar?"

I said, "Then you don't have to worry about it. Choose one of the two methods, and you can make the decision."

Suddenly, Wang Dapeng made a decision, which made him stumped. He looked at me and then looked at Zhao Dazhu: "Dazhuzi, do you want to lose your memory or bleed?"

As a result, Zhao Dazhu replied: "I didn't understand what you two are talking about."

Wang Dapeng hesitated for a long time but didn't come up with an idea. Finally, he said that he couldn't make the decision by himself and had to let Xiaohui decide, and then ran out to make a call.

Speaking of which, I still don’t know what Wang Dapeng’s wife’s name is, but I only know that she is called “Xiaohui”, which is indeed a bit rude. In addition, Wang Dapeng’s wife is one year younger than me, and later I became familiar with her, and Xiaohui Xiaohui also called it that way. It seems that whether she knows that her name is not that important.

After Wang Dapeng left the court, Wang Qian poured me a cup of coffee and asked me without hesitation: "Haozai...when will he be idle?"

At that time, I was still thinking about Zhao Dazhu, and didn't pay special attention to Wang Qian's expression when she spoke. I responded in a hurry: "I can't say it's right, there are still many things waiting for us to deal with."

After saying this, I took a sip of coffee and nodded again: "It tastes good."

Although my taste buds are relatively developed, I don’t have much ability to identify things like tea and coffee. The main reason is that I rarely drink these things and I don’t know how to drink them. The reason I say this is because Wang Qian has been busy for a while, so I have to say something praise no matter how hard I say.

But my praise did not receive a response from Wang Qian. I was surprised and looked at her and found that she was lowering her head, with a little dull expression on her face.

I remembered the question she asked me just now, and I immediately reacted: "Oh, when the matter on Lunfenshan is handled, he should be able to stay in Shandong for a while."

Wang Qian looked up at me and asked expectantly: "How long does it take?"

I sighed and said, "I'm not sure, it's only two or three weeks at most. Hi, those who do our business are not sure in time. Maybe we just came out of the underground palace of Luanfenshan and were going to Qinghai."

Wang Qian asked me again: "What are you doing in Qinghai?"

"Go to a place called Xiaotianshan to find..." Halfway through, I suddenly realized that I was talking too much and smiled awkwardly: "Do a serious business."

Wang Qian said "yes" and didn't say anything.

I felt that something must be wrong in her heart, so I couldn't help asking her: "Do you have something to say?"

At first, Wang Qian seemed to have not heard me speak, and she thoughtfully fiddled with her coffee pot. After a while, she seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage and said to me: "The last time Huozai came back, I didn't come to see me, but I saw him."

Speaking of this, Wang Qian kept staring at me with a very serious look. I couldn't help but wonder, what does it mean to look at me like this?

After a while, Wang Qian continued, "I saw... Houzai was with a very beautiful woman. They were talking and laughing, and their relationship was not ordinary. I just wanted to ask, who is that woman? You were also present when I saw Liang Houzai."

Very beautiful woman?

After hearing what she said, I understood what it meant. I smiled helplessly and asked her: "Is the woman you mentioned wearing a white long dress?"

Wang Qian looked at me and nodded seriously.

I couldn't help laughing: "That's Xian'er. She and we both grew up together. Huzai didn't treat her as a woman at all. You're thinking too much."

Wang Qian frowned: "But such a beautiful woman will be moved by a man, not to mention that she and Houzai look so close."

"You are really thinking too much," I waved my hand helplessly: "Houzai and Xian'er are natural enemies. As long as they talk, they will inevitably quarrel. I can use personality guarantees that the relationship between Houzai and Xian'er is not what you think."

Wang Qian still seemed to be uneasy. She focused on dressing up the coffee pot without saying anything.

She was originally an insecure person, but now she is suspicious of Houzai. In addition, she is not very familiar with me, let alone trust me. It is normal for her to not believe me if I explain this.

At this time, Wang Dapeng pushed the door and came in. He heard what Wang Qian had just talked with me, and as soon as he entered the door, he said to Wang Qian: "Xian'er and Brother Xiaoliang are just having a simple childhood relationship. Hehe, she is Brother Dao's Ma Zi, Brother Xiaoliang won't worry about it."

Wang Qian obviously trusted Wang Dapeng very much. When she looked up at Wang Dapeng, the suspicion and anxiety in her eyes had disappeared, and she also asked Wang Dapeng: "Do you know that woman too?"

Wang Dapeng grinned: "I'm familiar with everyone around Brother Dao. In fact, you have seen Xian'er. When something happened in Dianzi Village in the first few years, she also went there. Oh, yes, at that time, you were all focused on Brother Xiao Liang, and I guess you didn't notice her."

So, when something happened in Dianzi Village last time, did Wang Qian and Houzai have an intersection?

Wang Qian rolled his eyes to Wang Dapeng, and then changed the subject: "Hey, didn't you say before, that Luo Fei is..."

Wang Dapeng immediately interrupted Wang Qian: "Luo Fei is Brother Dao's fiancée, and Xian'er is Brother Dao's old lover, it's not the same thing."

I sighed helplessly: "Okay, stop too. What kind of fiancée looks like in good looks? Don't explain it blindly."

Wang Dapeng: "But that's what Liu Shangang said."

I waved my hand and said, "You can believe his words. OK, stop talking about me. You called your wife just now. What did your wife say?"

Wang Dapeng glanced at the wall clock and replied, "She is coming here, probably in ten minutes."

No matter what decision Wang Dapeng’s wife made, I had to prepare for bloodletting in advance. I called Liu Shangang and asked him to get some medical equipment for blood draw when he came. Liu Shangang said that he had it in his backpack.

Liu Shangang's backpack is indeed a treasure chest. There are everything I can imagine and everything I can't imagine, but I can't figure out why he has to carry blood-drawing things with him?

Wang Dapeng said that his wife would arrive in ten minutes, but twenty minutes later, Liu Shangang came. Before his wife could come, she waited for another twenty minutes. The door of the private room was pushed open, and a young woman dressed in very particular walked in with a smile.

"This is my wife, Xiaohui," Wang Dapeng quickly stood up and introduced to me: "This is Brother Dao, and that is Liu Shangang."

Xiaohui walked quickly to me, reached out to hold my hand and shook it with me, and said, "You guys often talk about you. When I see you today, I am indeed not an ordinary person, and my temperament is different from ours."

She didn't recognize her at all, and she was full of energy when she spoke.

I smiled at her and asked her: "Wang Dapeng has told you about Dazhuzi."

After hearing what I said, Xiaohui frowned on the spot: "Damen said, there is really no third way to lose memory or bleed?"

I shook my head: "No, there are only two."

Xiaohui pondered for a while, looked up at Zhao Dazhu, showing a guilty expression. When Zhao Dazhu saw her, he looked disgusted. Since she came in, Zhao Dazhu has not said a word to her.

Finally, Xiaohui seemed to have made a great decision and said to me: "Bloodle. Dazhu has suffered a lot in the past two years. If he doesn't even have a memory, it would be pitiful. Well, Bleodle."

I nodded: "Okay."

As I said that, I took Liu Shangang and signaled him to take out the medical equipment. Liu Shangang took out the needle and leather tube from his backpack, and asked Wang Qian for a two-liter glass pot to hold blood. I saw that the pot still had a scale on it.

Liu Shangang found Zhao Dazhu's blood vessels and was about to get the injection, Xiaohui became uneasy again and asked me anxiously: "How much blood should I release? Dazhu won't be in trouble, right?"

I said: "I guess a lot of blood will be released, but Zhao Dazhu has a special physique. As long as the amount of blood is not more than 1,500, there should be no problem."

Xiaohui: "One thousand five? What does one thousand five mean?"

I simply replied: "ml."

One thousand five hundred milliliters, if a normal person loses so much blood, he will definitely be in shock. I guess even Zhao Dazhu, who has a special physique, can't withstand such a large amount of blood consumption.

"I'm going to start." Liu Shangang said with a needle in his hand and looked at Xiaohui.
Chapter completed!