Yan Xiang said that this kind of thing can only be encountered by chance, and he will notify several Yin-Yang masters in the provincial capital tomorrow to see if they have encountered a Yang man and a Yin woman, and try to help me remove the Night Demon Eye from Ermao. I sighed, this is the only way, otherwise, I will ask Shen Bing or Long Shaohui tomorrow to help me search the household registration of various places on the Internet to see if they can find such a child.
Since Yan Xiang had just broken his vow, he simply started drinking. He had a good alcohol tolerance, and the two of them finished a bottle in a short while and opened another one.
I mentioned the doctor who died in the hospital and told him about the death of the girl I saw on the train. I suspected it was related to the Night Demon Eye, otherwise the two people's deaths could not be the same. Both had their eyeballs gouged out, and even the postures they lay on the ground were exactly the same.
Yan Xiang pondered for a while and said that the Night Devil Eyes did have the possibility of attracting evil spirits to cause trouble, because after the child grew the Night Devil Eyes, the girl next door died, and a few days later, the barefoot doctor who came to treat him also died mysteriously at home.
I was moved when I heard this. Why are there dead girls and doctors? There must be something wrong. I asked if there was any connection between them. Yan Xiang shook his head, drank a sip of wine and said he didn't understand.
The old man drank more and talked more. We had a good chat. In the end, we drank two bottles and still felt unsatisfied. But it was already past eleven o'clock and the restaurant urged us to pay the bill because they were about to close. The two of us competed to pay, but in the end we couldn't win over Yan Xiang. He paid the bill and staggered out of the restaurant with me.
He couldn't drive anymore, so he and I took a taxi, he went home and I went back to the hotel. Just as I was lying in bed, Wang Zijun called me.
"Brother, where did you go last night? I couldn't get through to you on the phone. My wallet was stolen when I was riding in a car just now. Where were you?" the boy said in a crying voice.
"Then come over here." I then told him the hotel address and room number and hung up the phone.
I just fell asleep when this guy came and knocked on the door. I rubbed my head and opened the door for him in a bad mood. But when I saw him, I was happy and my anger disappeared. This guy had a bruised face and nose, and it seemed that not only his wallet was stolen, but he was also beaten.
"What are you laughing at? Why are you so happy about me getting beaten? Are we still brothers?" Damn, his mouth is full of alcohol too. My stomach starts to churn when I smell it.
I closed the door, retreated to my bed, and lay down, laughing: "Which brave man has done this to rid the people of this evil?"
"Bah, I didn't do anything bad, why do you think the guy who hit me is a hero?" He cursed while taking off his clothes.
"Birdman? Can it fly?" My mind was confused and I couldn't wrap my head around this for a while.
Wang Zijun immediately turned to the other one and said, "Don't be so frivolous with me. I've been beaten, so you should at least comfort me, right?"
I burped and asked him, "Who hit you? I'll find him tomorrow to help you vent your anger."
Wang Zijun turned over and lay on his stomach, and asked excitedly, "Really?"
"Well, of course. If my brother gets beaten, that's like a slap in my face. I'll let him taste the special forces' fist tomorrow." The more I spoke, the bigger my tongue became.
"He's a gigolo..."
When I heard this, I suddenly couldn't help laughing: "You are also a gigolo, and he is also a gigolo. Two gigolos meet and they actually fight?"