Wu Weiwei felt as if someone had stabbed his stomach with a knife, churning it constantly and deliberately as if in torture. The pain was so severe that the veins on his forehead bulged and he wanted to roll on the ground.
Chen Ling tore off a piece of toilet paper and handed it to him, "Just bear with it, I'll find a doctor for you right away."
Wu Weiwei wiped his mouth with paper. The taste was so disgusting that even he found it disgusting.
There was nothing left to spit out, so he turned over and leaned weakly on the toilet, watching Chen Ling make a phone call.
Chen Ling is of above-average height, but now because he is looking up, Wu Weiwei feels that Brother Chen is unnaturally tall.
The lights shining down from above made him look a little blurry. Countless black and green spots of light dotted around him, making his figure even more blurred.
Not only that, even the voice of the other party on the phone became unclear, and gradually, even the tiny sound from his mouth could not be heard.
Wu Weiwei's eyes were completely blocked by the light spots. The green light decreased, and finally the black light spots gradually expanded, occupying his entire field of vision.
Faintly, he heard Chen Ling calling him. The voice was close to his ear at first, but soon became distant, as if it came from a very distant valley.
Wu Weiwei thought to himself, why is Brother Chen suddenly talking to me from such a distance? I can't hear what he is saying clearly.
I'm so sleepy.
But it also hurts.
Damn it, I’d rather die.
"Wu Weiwei!" Chen Ling was extremely anxious as he looked at the man who had fainted. He tried patting his face, pinching his philtrum, and pulling his ears and shouting.
After trying every possible means, the person with his eyes closed still couldn't give any feedback.
Chen Ling was panicking and was just thinking about calling his ancestors for help when the medical team from the guild arrived.
The leader was a young doctor who had met Wu Weiwei before. He recognized the person lying on the ground as soon as he entered the room. Without delay, he immediately directed the doctors and nurses who were with him to help put the person on a stretcher and carry him out.
Chen Ling followed him out, but when he was about to go out, he remembered that he had left someone behind. He turned back to the seat by the window, pulled the person with him and left.
Jiang Yu looked at the person lying on the stretcher, "What happened to Wu Weiwei?"
Chen Ling shook his head and said, "I don't know either. I vomited in the bathroom for a while and then suddenly fainted."
Jiang Yu frowned, took a few quick steps forward with his long legs, and chased to the stretcher.
Wu Weiwei's eyes were closed tightly, his face was black, his lips were bloodless, and his brows occasionally wrinkled in pain, as if he was being troubled by some kind of pain or suffering.
The man's eyes darkened and he grabbed Wu Weiwei's hand that was hanging on the stretcher with one hand, with his fingertips touching the inside of his wrist.
The young doctor leading the group noticed the person behind him and raised his eyebrows, thinking he had met a colleague: "Are you studying Chinese medicine?"
Jiang Yu said nothing, but his expression became more and more ugly. He let go of Wu Weiwei's hand and walked a few steps back to Chen Ling.
Chen Ling knew that he must have discovered something: "How is Weiwei?"
“Not very good.”
Chen Ling was stunned for a few seconds before reacting: "How could that be? He has always been healthy!"
"He must have been cursed." Jiang Yu said, "Vomiting and fainting are the physical symptoms of the evil curse taking effect on him."
From the time they set out until now, except for the time when he and Jiang Yu took a bath alone and Wu Weiwei wandered around other places in the club alone, they have been together all the time.
If the problem occurred halfway, our ancestors would not have failed to notice it.
That was what Wu Weiwei encountered after leaving the villa.
"Since he's been cursed, there's nothing we can do even if we send him to the hospital." Chen Ling looked up at the man, "Is his condition serious?"
Jiang Yu: "It's in the early stages, not serious."
That's good, at least his life won't be in immediate danger. Chen Ling said, "No matter what, find a chance to help him remove the curse first."
Jiang Yu had no objection: "I'll do as you say."
Before, Chen Ling would either be shy or brave enough to make a few jokes, but now he had no interest at all.
As they were talking, the medical team in front stopped.
Only then did Chen Ling realize that he had suddenly arrived at the medical center of the guild hall.
Taking into account that there are many high-ranking people among those who come here for vacation, the center is equipped with various medical equipment and sufficient medical staff.
As soon as he arrived, Wu Weiwei was sent to the emergency room.
The situation was not serious. After about an hour, the person was pushed out and sent to the ward.
The ward is a single room, which is convenient for Chen Ling to operate.
When he went out, he didn't bring any incense or other things except the talisman paper in his backpack.
Seeing him looking at the backpack with a chill, Jiang Yu reminded him: "You can also use ordinary incense sticks. The external object is just a temporary carrier of the magic. It doesn't matter what it is."
"I understand." Chen Ling let go of his backpack and ran out. After asking several people, he finally got a stick of sandalwood for the bathroom from a cleaning lady.
He came back, still catching his breath, and closed his eyes and began to recall the spell to break the evil curse.
After a moment, the young man opened his eyes.
I saw him pressing the second joint on the back of his middle finger with his left ring finger, and pressing the tip of his index finger as much as possible on the nail of his ring finger. The tip of his thumb pressed the inside of the second joint of the middle finger from bottom to top, and his little finger was straightened.
This is the left-hand ancestor's secret.
He made a complete seal with his left hand and held the incense stick with his right hand, preparing to draw talismans in the air.
Chen Ling glanced at Jiang Yu. Without saying anything, the man tacitly helped Wu Weiwei up from the hospital bed, with his back facing Chen Ling.
The burning sandalwood emitted a light smoke and the red sparks flickered.
Chen Ling took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and chanted: "The way of heaven is complete, three and five are complete, the sun and the moon are together, the universe is bright, the qi is the way, it surrounds my body, communicates with the gods, and shows the power of the gods. If I go, he will prosper, and he will suffer."
This is a universal spell to break curses and dispel evil.
He recited it twice, and then the last time, he moved his wrist and red sparks began to flow, forming a complete talisman to break curses and dispel evil.
The talisman in the void ended with "Gang". Chen Ling opened his eyes, pulled off the Huangshen Yuezhang Seal on his neck, and raised his hand as if to bite it.
Jiang Yu's fingers suddenly extended to the young man's lips, and his white teeth bit down hard, causing bleeding immediately.
Not noticing the pain, Chen Ling lowered his eyes and looked, "You..."
"Stop talking nonsense." Jiang Yu touched the blood on his fingertips to the seal, grabbed the young man's hand, and placed the seal on the center of Wu Weiwei's vest.
The man, who was still unconscious with his head drooped, suddenly straightened his back.
He sat stiffly on the bed for a while, starting from his toes and twitching his body, then he suddenly straightened up, his head tilted back exaggeratedly, and his neck formed a curved arc.
Chen Ling saw that there was a living creature crawling on his chest, and as the thing moved, his skin was arched up.
"Ugh..." Wu Weiwei made a little sound.
He opened his eyes, quickly crawled to the edge of the bed, and buried his head down as hard as he could.
A mass of black stuff flowed out of his mouth and fell to the ground, emitting a foul odor.
After vomiting several balls in succession, he fell back onto the bed weakly, as if he had just been fished out of the water, staring at the ceiling, unable to recover.
Chen Ling spread out his five fingers and waved them in front of his eyes: "How are you?"
"I feel much better." Wu Weiwei spoke slowly, as if he would die at any time.
He had regained consciousness since he was pushed from the emergency room to the ward, but his abdomen was uncomfortable and his head was dizzy, and he couldn't wake up no matter what. It was not until he felt his body being lifted up and a mysterious spell was lingering in his ears that the pain in his body suddenly stopped.
But this is just the calm before the storm.
When that small square thing pressed against his back and was then pulled away, all the pain came back, worse than ever before!
But soon, the pains seemed to have encountered something terrible and all gathered together, from his toes to his limbs, and from his limbs to his esophagus, throat, mouth and tongue.
Wu Weiwei opened his mouth and gave Chen Ling a pale smile: "Thank you, Brother Chen."
Seeing that he didn't have the energy to speak, Chen Ling waved at him, left Jiang Yu here to watch, and went to the doctor's office alone.
When the doctor saw the young man knocking on the door, he had a strange expression on his face.
Chen Ling subconsciously touched his face: "Is there something on my face?"
"No," the doctor said, "I just think you are different from ordinary family members. When you came out of the emergency room, the first thing you did was not to ask about the patient's condition, but to drive us medical workers out."
If I don't chase you away, will I keep you here to watch me perform the shaman dance
Chen Ling pulled the corner of his mouth, not intending to explain more, but just asked: "Weiwei's illness should be fine, he can be discharged from the hospital tonight."
"You came to see me for this?" The doctor was very surprised. After a brief moment of shock, he adjusted his expression and said seriously, "Mr. Wu does not have any serious illness. He just has a simple stomach upset. But you also saw that there is blood in his vomit. I suggest that he stay tonight for observation for two days."
Thinking of another possibility that the young man was eager to take someone out of the hospital, the doctor said, "Of course, if you are not confident in the medical skills of our team, you can also go upstairs to go through the transfer procedures."
"I don't mean that." Chen Ling sighed, thought for a moment and said, "Then let's stay here tonight."
The doctor hummed and said nothing more. He picked up the cup and drank the water sideways, with an obvious intention of getting rid of the person.
Chen Ling left the office and was about to return to the ward when he suddenly heard a "ah" from the end of the corridor, followed by an anxious cry.
A female voice shouted worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Did you eat something bad?"
Chen Ling didn't pay much attention to it. He was about to turn around when he heard another "Ah" and then a panicked cry: "You vomited blood!"
His eyebrows jumped and he ran quickly to the end of the corridor.
That's the women's bathroom.
Chen Ling hesitated, knocked on the door, and asked, "Hello, do you need help?"
A sound of vomiting was heard in the quiet bathroom.
Chen Ling had a bad feeling, so he said "I'm coming in" and walked straight in.
In front of the sink in the women's bathroom, two female nurses, one tall and one short, were crowded in front of the sink.
The tall nurse had her head almost buried in the wash basin, while the other one was patting her back with red eyes.
Knowing that Chen Ling had come in, the short nurse who was patting his back didn't bother to pay attention to him. She anxiously said to her pale-faced colleague, "Wait here. I'll go get Doctor Li to come over and take a look."
As soon as she finished speaking, the tall nurse who was vomiting non-stop rolled her eyes, staggered back to the wall, and slid down to the ground.
This scene was too familiar. Chen Ling had witnessed it with his own eyes just two hours ago.
He turned his head and looked into the sink, where there was a pool of yellow gastric juice mixed with a trace of blood.
The symptoms are very similar to Wu Weiwei's.
Looking at the two nurses again, Chen Ling frowned, and suddenly remembered that these two were the nurses who came to Zhenxiulou to pick up Wu Weiwei to the medical center!
He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then with the mentality of trying everything possible, he picked up the half-burned sandalwood on the sink and chanted a spell.
Finally, he brushed his fingertips over the faucet, dipped them in a little water, and rubbed the Yellow God Yue Zhang Seal.
The dried blood became moist and was then pressed onto the tall nurse's back.
The short nurse was stunned. When the young man took away the seal, she saw the bloody mark on her colleague's white nurse uniform. She came to her senses belatedly, screamed, protected the person behind her, and asked, "What are you doing!"
Chen Ling said nothing, but pursed his lips as he looked at the nurse who was feeling unwell.
Just like Wu Weiwei, her body also began to twitch. After a moment of pain, a mouthful of black stuff gushed out of her mouth and sprayed directly onto the short nurse.
The same symptoms, the same way of breaking the curse, which means that the nurse and Wu Weiwei are suffering from the same "disease".
The latter's "disease" was most likely transmitted by Wu Weiwei.
The tall nurse felt much better after vomiting only once. Her body was weak, but she knew who saved her, so she forced a smile and said, "Thank you."
The short nurse looked hesitant. She looked at her colleague and then at the young man with a serious face.
Lowering her head to support the person leaning against the wall, she confirmed, "Are you really okay?"
"It's okay." The tall nurse shook her head.
The short nurse was still worried: "Why don't you ask Doctor Li to write you a prescription and I'll take you for another checkup."
"This..." The tall nurse hesitated and looked at Chen Ling.
There are always many folk legends in her hometown. Of course, there are also many inexplicable stories in the nearby villages, things that cannot be solved or explained by modern scientific and technological means.
Her elders taught her since she was a child that she should be respectful of the unknown.
The tall man still shook his head firmly and said, "No, I'm really fine."
After saying that, he said thank you to Chen Ling again, and with the help of his colleagues, he slowly walked out of the bathroom.
Chen Ling stood where he was, his eyes fixed on the black vomit on the ground. Remembering something, he turned around and chased after them, calling out to the two people who were about to reach the nurses' station.
"What's the matter?" The short nurse was a little impatient. She felt that the scene in the bathroom just now was weird, especially like the shaman dance she encountered by chance when she went back to the countryside with her parents.
Chen Ling held the seal in his hand and said, "I see that you two have a good relationship, and I'm worried that you might be infected, so..."
I was suddenly stuck when I said this. I couldn't just ask if I could put a stamp on you. That would be too weird.
The short nurse didn't know what he was going to say. Suddenly, the sickly colleague next to her pulled her and said, "Sir, do you want to give my colleague a talisman? Then I'd like to thank you on her behalf."
"I don't have any talisman paper with me." Chen Ling clenched the seal in his hand and asked tentatively, "Give me a piece of white paper, I'll leave a seal on it, and you can carry it with you."
The short nurse rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "Master, we are all working class and don't have the money to buy your seal."
The tall nurse secretly stepped on her foot and pulled her behind her to block her, so that that broken mouth could not continue to hit people.
The short nurse's wrist was pulled so hard that it hurt, and she looked at the back of her colleague in front of her suspiciously.
It's strange. He was so weak just now, how come he suddenly became stronger? Did he recover so quickly
While she was wondering, she saw her best friend take out a small notebook she carried with her from the big pocket of her nurse's uniform and handed it to the young man. The young man flipped out two blank pages, stamped one page, handed the notebook back, and turned away.
The short nurse muttered, "Did he forget to collect the money or was he too embarrassed to ask for it? Why did he just leave?"
The tall nurse turned around and glared at her, "Watch your mouth. You've offended so many people by talking so much all the time."
"He's a liar in the first place, so I can't say anything. If chanting a few mantras can really cure diseases, then why do we need hospitals? We can just become monks and Taoist priests and chant sutras."
"You..." The tall nurse didn't want to argue with her anymore. She just folded up the white paper with the seal and stuffed it into her pocket, reminding her, "Keep it safe and don't lose it."
"Oh." The short nurse responded in a low voice, and anyone could hear the indifference in it.
Chen Ling walked forward without looking back. When he returned to the ward, Wu Weiwei had completely recovered. He was pinching his nose and wiping what he vomited on the ground with toilet paper.
Jiang Yu raised his eyes and glanced at the young man: "We met again?"
"I can't hide anything from you." Chen Ling walked over and sat down next to the man, telling him what happened in the bathroom.
Wu Weiwei was stunned for a long while after hearing this: "It can actually be contagious?"
Jiang Yu pursed his lips, then loosened them and said two words: "Epidemic."
Wu Weiwei: “What?”
Chen Ling blinked, and reacted a little late. It really looked alike!
He explained: "It is an infectious disease with high infectivity and high mortality rate."
"Plague?" Wu Weiwei asked back.
"That's about right." If the situation between Wu Weiwei and the nurse continued to develop, his life would be in danger.
"But what does this have to do with the evil curse?" Wu Weiwei couldn't figure it out either.
Jiang Yu glanced at him, crossed his legs, leaned back on the sofa, and explained coldly: "The plague is just a specific reaction after the evil curse was planted on you."
Wu Weiwei opened his mouth, his throat was dry, and it took him a while to find his voice: "So, did I meet the God of Plague?"
"No." Jiang Yu raised his eyes, looked at Wu Weiwei and asked, "What happened within two hours after you left the villa?"
Wu Weiwei said honestly: "After leaving the villa, I first met a few passers-by on the mountain road, and then I took a bath in a public hot spring with a few uncles, and then... Oh, by the way, when I was taking a shower after the hot spring, I heard someone calling for help in the women's shower room, so I went in to help. But in the process, I heard a burst of laughter, hehe, it was quite weird."
Chen Ling frowned tightly: "Did you see what it is?"
"I saw it." Wu Weiwei felt goosebumps all over his body when he thought of the child with thin legs. He said, "After helping the girl out, I saw a child outside the side wall of the women's shower room. The child had big eyes and mouth, but a small, sunken nose..."
"What's the outfit?" Jiang Yu suddenly interrupted.
Wu Weiwei quickly replied: "Yellow clothes."
Jiang Yu raised his chin slightly towards Chen Ling and asked, "Have you thought of anything?"
Chen Ling blinked, and went over Wu Weiwei's words from beginning to end in his mind. A line of content from the book flashed through his mind, and he blurted out: "It's Huang's father ghost!"
Ancient books say that there is a place called Huangzhou where there is a kind of ghost named Huangfu Ghost.
He was born as an evil spirit, and he loved to run around in clothes of different colors. When he was in a good mood, he would laugh at people. Anyone who was laughed at by him would definitely get plague.
The patient's illness lasts for an indefinite period of time.
Some lasted one or two days, some lasted two or three months, but they all had the same result: sudden death.
Relatives close to these patients, if they have a weak horoscope or are simply unlucky and plagued by bad luck, can also easily be infected with the plague.
Wu Weiwei was terrified, and his back was soaked with cold sweat before he knew it: "What if the person cursed dies? Will the plague be gone? Or will it be buried with the body?"
I really don’t know this Chen Ling, there is very little record of him in the book.
He looked at Jiang Yu: "Do you know?"
Jiang Yu put down his long legs that were casually crossed, leaned forward to take a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it and handed it to Chen Ling, then said: "The evil curse after death will absorb the dead air and yin energy in your body and grow into a new Huangfu ghost."
Wu Weiwei was stunned. Oh my god, isn’t this just like the aliens in science fiction movies implanting children in human bodies
When he thought about the thing he just vomited out condensing in his body and growing into a deformed ghost fetus, he... he wanted to pound the ground and curse, "Fuck you!"
Chen Ling helped him to speak out his thoughts: "So Huang's father ghost is actually using a surrogate mother to give birth to a child?"
Wu Weiwei was about to cry.
Jiang Yu: "You can say that, but not everyone can succeed. Those who don't have enough dead energy or Yin energy will naturally not be able to form a fetus."
Wu Weiwei broke out in a cold sweat again. It was too thrilling. He would have to be extremely unlucky in his eighth lifetime to encounter such a disgusting thing!
He exhaled a breath of foul air, wanting to learn more about that disgusting thing, "So what other characteristics does it have?"
Chen Ling: "Oh, they also like to peek over people's walls, and when they see someone in trouble, they will gloat over their misfortune and laugh out loud.
Wu Weiwei got angry when he heard this: "You're still a peeping Tom, a pervert?"
"Legend has it that they are very lustful, but they are not sex addicts," Chen Ling said. "Although the word 'Huangfu ghost' has the word 'ghost' in its name, it is not a ghost, but should be classified as a spirit. Their body shape is not fixed and they can change at will. Sometimes they are children, sometimes they are women, men or old people."
He stopped to drink some water to moisten his throat, and continued, "Besides, Huangfu ghosts are not like other evil spirits that need to go out to find food from time to time. If they want, they can stay out of sight for decades. So they are very difficult to catch."
Wu Weiwei jumped from the bed to the ground, "He has already appeared! Let's catch him now!"
Chen Ling glanced at his bare feet and said, "Put on your shoes first."
Wu Weiwei ran back to put on his shoes, then ran to change out of his hospital gown, and hurriedly pushed Chen Ling out.
The hall is quite quiet at night, with the sound of insects chirping loudly from the nearby grass. Whenever a breeze blows by, it always makes people want to hug their arms.
The temperature in the mountains was much lower than in the city. Chen Ling rubbed his nose and couldn't help sneezing.
People passing by immediately looked over, and when they saw the young man's face, they were stunned for a moment and shouted, "Mr. Chen!"
Chen Ling turned his head and asked, "Assistant Qiu?"
Assistant Qiu said something to the colleague next to him, turned around and walked over. When his eyes fell on Jiang Yu's face, he paused and became stiff.
"Mr. Jiang." He nodded slightly to Jiang Yu and swallowed, unable to suppress his nervousness.
Jiang Yu nodded slightly: "Is Jiang Shengxing here too?"
Assistant Qiu nodded and said, "Boss Jiang won't be here until tomorrow, so I came here in advance to make arrangements."
Wu Weiwei recalled the conversation in the public hot spring pool that afternoon: "So the company that will be holding a celebration banquet here tomorrow night is Hengjiang Group?"
"Yes, Mr. Wu." Assistant Qiu looked at Chen Ling and asked in a gentle voice, "If Mr. Chen is interested, you can come and see the celebration banquet tomorrow night."
Both parties had other more important things to do, so they didn't stay for long. After saying a few more words, they went their separate ways.
Under the leadership of Wu Weiwei, they soon arrived outside the women's shower room.
The dim light from the shower room shines on the grass, giving you a rough idea of the surroundings.
Chen Ling pushed aside the bushes in front of him and turned around to ask the other two, "I don't have anything here, do you have any?"
Jiang Yu stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "No."
Wu Weiwei also shook his head: "No, he must have run away."
Chen Ling thought about it, then took out a talisman to ward off evil spirits and lit it. The fire burned normally and the smoke floated gently upwards, indicating that Huang's father's ghost was not nearby at all.
"Once that thing hides, it will be hard to find it." He blew out the yellow talisman at the end of the burning paper and looked at Jiang Yu in distress, "Brother Jiang, what should we do now?"
Jiang Yu took the young man's hand and brushed off the paper ash on his fingertips. "Wait and see what happens."
Returning empty-handed, the three entered the villa and went into their rooms.
Wu Weiwei glanced suspiciously at Jiang Yu's back as he walked in, and reached out to grab Chen Ling who was about to move forward.
"What's wrong?" Chen Ling asked.
Wu Weiwei looked gossipy: "You guys don't sleep in the same room?"
Chen Ling said honestly: "Not sleeping, what's wrong?"
"You've come to that point, but you still sleep in separate rooms at night? Aren't you embarrassed because I'm here with you?" Wu Weiwei suddenly felt that his wattage was even greater, and hesitated whether he should just move to an ordinary guest room at the foot of the mountain.
Chen Ling looked confused: "Which step?"
Wu Weiwei clicked his tongue and looked carefully at the face opposite him. Half a minute later, he raised both hands, put his thumb and index finger together on one hand, and made a circle; with the other hand, he made a one.
Chen Ling frowned and shook his head.
"Tsk." Wu Weiwei inserted the "one" into the "circle" and raised one eyebrow, "Understand?"
Chen Ling: “…I understand.”
"But I'm sorry to disappoint you. Your brother Jiang and I are still at the innocent stage of holding hands and riding the kindergarten school bus." After saying that, he took a breath, pressed Wu Weiwei's left shoulder, and said earnestly, "I didn't expect that a straight man like you knows more than me. You are worthy of it."
Wu Weiwei said modestly: "I have been out there for so many years, and I have seen some good and some bad people... In fact, I only know a little more than you do."
Chen Ling said "oh", not knowing whether he believed it or not, and continued to move forward.
Just as he was about to open the door, Wu Weiwei stepped forward and said, "Brother Chen, what did you mean by that tone just now? I am straight, really straight."
"That was my normal tone. Why are you panicking?" Chen Ling pushed the door open and walked in. On the stool in the room was the white bathrobe that he had worn after taking a bath.
Wu Weiwei helped him pick it up and explained: "I'm not panicking. I'm just impatient."
Chen Ling took the bathrobe from him, took it into the bathroom, and when he raised his hand to press the light switch, something touched the back of his hand.
His heart skipped a beat and he pressed down hard with his fingers. In the corner of the bathroom filled with light, there lay a little man made of white paper.
Chen Ling picked up the little man and didn't detect any bad smell.
Wu Weiwei leaned over to take a look. "This kind of thing looks unlucky. How could it appear here?"