Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

When Yan Qishan saw the abscess behind Zhang Hua, his legs swayed in fright, and when he heard Qin Liuxi's slap in the face, his face twitched and the corners of his lips twitched.

"This, what is this..." Wen Fulin was so frightened that he was about to faint at a young age.

Seeing them like this, Zhang Hua couldn't help feeling his heart skip a beat, and said, "My lady, what's wrong? What's wrong with my sore?"

Wen Jinshu's fingertips were trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

"Mirror, take the mirror."

Zhang Hua saw that they were not moving, so he simply got out of bed by himself, came to the bronze mirror and turned his head to look, his expression was terrified, his thin and sunken face immediately collapsed, and he swept the bronze mirror to the ground, screaming insanely. :"how so?"

The big sore was already festering, but now it is filled with pus and swollen, it's okay, the sore broke out suddenly, and the severity is far more than that.

But what makes people feel horrified is not that the sore has sepsis, but that a sarcoma unexpectedly formed on the wound surface. The fleshy lump presents a human face, with complete facial features, and the mouth is still open and closed. Like having two fangs.

This is also called a malignant sore, is it a disease?

Wen Fulin, a great Confucian who has read the books of sages and sages, dare not swear that this is just a trivial disease.

It's ridiculous, how can there be a disease in this world where a malignant sore grows out of the human face?

"Master Shao, what is his name for this evil disease? It wasn't like this just two days ago, why did it become worse?" Wen Fulin looked at Qin Liuxi, who was the only calm and unchanging expression in the room, and subconsciously went Closer to her side.

Although this child is young, but in the face of such a terrible sore, he is still as calm as a mountain, and this disposition alone makes many people feel ashamed.

Yan Qishan came back to his senses, walked up to Qin Liuxi, and asked, "Did he commit a crime?"

When Wen Fulin heard this, he fell back angrily. Yan Conghe must have been frightened into a fool. What kind of nonsense are you talking about?

Qin Liuxi looked at the collapsed Zhang Hua with his hands behind his back, and said, "Ghost-faced sores, it's justified to say it's a crime."

Wen Fulin: "?"

He scowled.

Yan Qishan felt his face ache.

Sure enough, it wasn't a good thing to feel the skin was tense before, but as expected, she really slapped her in the face and it hurt a lot.

He didn't think that Qin Liuxi was talking nonsense. First of all, he knew her abilities very well. She would take him through places like Yinlu, so why couldn't she see it?

Moreover, it is not uncommon for him to have seen such a malignant sore, but whose malignant sore will grow out of a human face?

Zhang Hua is the only one.

Not to mention that he is a scholar who has read books and seen the world, when ordinary people see this sore, they are afraid to ask whether this person has done something harmful to morality, otherwise how could such a horrible thing grow?

Ghost face sores, hearing the name, I feel extremely scary.

Wen Jinshu managed to calm Zhang Hua down. Hearing Qin Liuxi's words, he felt very unhappy, and said, "Ghost-face sores, what are they?"

Qin Liuxi looked at Zhang Hua and said, "Zhang Ju should know whose face this is."

Zhang Hua's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes averted, and he said to Wen Jinshu: "My lady, I feel dizzy and want to rest. I'll ask another doctor to look at it tomorrow. I'm sorry, Mr. Yan."

Chasing away customers and refusing Qin Liuxi's diagnosis and treatment, isn't this a guilty conscience?

Yan Qishan looked at his old friend, wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Wen Fulin frowned, and looked between Zhang Hua and Qin Liuxi.

Wen Jinshu was raised as a man since he was a child. When he saw Zhang Hua chasing guests, his heart sank slightly, and then he looked at Qin Liuxi, and said: "Young Guanzhu, please make it clear that my husband just suddenly suffered from a serious illness. Speaking evil words, what is sin?"

"A person who died unjustly has a lot of resentment, so he will find revenge on the person who caused him to die unjustly, and there are many ways of revenge, such as planting resentment on the other party, using the other party's body to nourish the soul, like now. This sore is It has existed for a long time, but after a long time since its appearance, it has grown up little by little. Zhang Ju is a promising man and a vegetarian. This body naturally becomes a good place to nourish the soul. It's showing face." Qin Liuxi said indifferently: "Ms. Wen should understand how long Zhang Juren's sores have existed."

Wen Jinshu's heart beat wildly.

Of course she knows how long it has existed, she met it when they got married, and it was only the size of a small bean at that time, because it was not painful or itchy, Zhang Hua didn't care.

But that Douzi grew older year by year, and he kept drinking some decoction made of anti-fire, but it didn't help. It wasn't until a while ago, when the sore smelt of pus, that they panicked.

Now Qin Liuxi said, that is not a simple sore, what kind of sore on the face of a ghost, seeking revenge?

"Ridiculous!" Wen Fulin was the first to question: "Zi Buyu speaks strange powers and confusion, why should he die unjustly or not? This is simply a fantasy, nonsense."

Here comes the old friend's temper, it is late but it will come.

Yan Qishan buzzed on the top of his head and pulled Wen Fulin's sleeve.

"What are you talking about? Old Yan, I believe you are the reason why you brought someone here to see my uncle, but what did you hear her say? What nourishing the soul, what resentment, nonsense!" Wen Fulin was angry He flicked his sleeves.

Yan Qishan's face darkened, and he said, "Didn't I also hear that your uncle has been cured for a long time, and the young priest happened to pass by here, so I kindly invited her here? What are you talking about, you forgot everything I said before?"

"Forget it, forget it! I knew she was talking nonsense about the lotus pod." Wen Fulin said angrily.

Yan Qishan also had a temper: "You are being unreasonable, so we have nothing to say. Young Master, let's go, we can't cure it anyway." Let me remind you, since the young master said so, it must be his problem, ordinary doctors definitely don't like this ghost face sore, you should find a monk and Taoist priest to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts as soon as possible, hum!"

He pulled Qin Liuxi to go out.

Qin Liuxi said: "Mr. Yan is right. Ordinary doctors can't cure this ghost face sore. If you want to cure it, you have to ask Taoist priests and monks. This is not a bad disease, but revenge for wronged souls. Zhang Juren, the way of heaven In reincarnation, whatever you have done will be recorded in the merit book. Whether you report it or not depends on the time. The ghost face sores have already grown teeth, and he will definitely bite your flesh next, and then life will be worse than death. If I You, just go back to Zhang’s house honestly and ask for atonement, otherwise..."

Zhang Hua, he is carrying the crime of murder.

Who was killed was shown on his back. With such an immature face, combined with his kidnapping incident back then, it is likely to be his direct brother.

After Qin Liuxi finished speaking, he walked out.

When she reached the door, she looked at Yan Qishan, who quickly raised his hand: "Face, I will hit myself."

Snapped.

What humility, bah, is a sanctimonious hypocrite, he is blind!

There is a saying, believe in science, ghost face sore is clinically called lupus erythematosus, fantasy is another thing, cough cough cough ~