Trafford’s Trading Club

“Muscle atrophy? ”

Mr. Blind was in the lab of a special research group at the pharmaceutical company, and when Song Da suddenly came to look for him, Mr. Blind was reading various data given by the research group on the living corpse.

It's made in Braille, in real-time printing —— there's an instrument specifically designed for Mr. Blind.

After hearing about the sudden visit to Song Da, Mr. Blind took his hand off the Braille page and turned to Song Da.

At this point, Song Dae nodded and sat down, “Yes, blind man, if it were you, could this disease be cured? ”

After a moment of silence, Mr. Blind slowly said: “It depends on the specific situation of the patient. If it is caused by bone necrosis that causes atrophy, it is difficult even for me. If there are other reasons, they need to be examined carefully before they can be known. Song Da, I'm not really a fairy, I can get rid of the disease, you should know. ”

“So...” Song Da nodded, and he didn't come with much hope at first - of course he knew the blind were capable people, but not the Almighty.

“Perhaps we could do some acupuncture first.” Mr. Blind has a moment of silence, "Song Da, is this your friend? You don't usually speak voluntarily. ”

“Kind of... sort of.” Song Da sighed slowly and didn't intend to hide it: "Actually, it was the relative of the living corpse in the lab, her sister. I took a look today. ”

Mr. Blind nodded and suddenly said: "Tomorrow, I'll let you see what happens. ”

Song Da was surprised: "Blind man, are you willing to do this? ”

Mr. Blind said softly: "After all, we are studying Natasha, and the Taoists are also causal. Since Natasha still has blood relatives, then our research on her is tantamount to contaminating her cause and effect... too much sin, the magistrate pen on the King Yan, not everyone can afford it. ”

“Blind man, I feel your life is still long.” Song Da said this time seriously.

Mr. Blind just waved, sort of fired.

But Song Da didn't leave immediately. Instead, he said: "Blind man, there is one more thing. I was going to call you earlier, but you've been too busy to find an opportunity. ”

“What is it?” Mr. Blind raised his head.

Song Avenue: “Here's the thing. Blind man, you remember the treasure trove beneath the castle? In fact, when the brothers first escaped, they found something in a treasure trove. We thought it was something you might be interested in, so we hid it. ”

“Oh?”

Mr. Blind revealed a curious face - although there are still many gaps between the Song Dasan brothers and his system as warriors, compared to ordinary people, he is already the one who can say a few words in the village.

Occasionally, he would also light the martial arts of the three brothers. Naturally, Songda's three brothers also know some of his interests and hobbies.

“This is it, an ancient volume of scripture. ”

Song Da then pulled out the scroll of the ancient scripture that had been withheld from the treasure trove and placed it in front of Mr. Blind.

“Hmm...” Mr. Blind frowned, suddenly reaching out and placing his palms gently over this volume of scripture.

But just momentarily, Mr. Blind's hand was bulleted -- not that there was something in the scripture that bounced back on Mr. Blind's hand, but that Mr. Blind, when he touched the scroll of the scripture, retrieved it himself… showing that normal people naturally fired after electric shock.

Song Da looked unusually clear and asked nervously at the moment: "Blind man, is this thing... dangerous? ”

“Hard to say. ”

Mr. Blind shook his head and said positively: "But you were right to bring this to me. Placing it in the hands of your three brothers will only bring you something unnecessary. I can't say for a moment, but it's certainly not a good thing. ”

“So dangerous?” Song Dashen was astonished.

Mr. Blind pressed this ancient scroll of scripture in the palm of his hand, “There seems to be something on it… it seems to be a special seal. But one thing is for sure, this thing, it's something in our hierarchy. ”

At this level of blindness... Song Da's heart is slightly shaken.

Their three brothers are technically extraordinary, but they are trained after a long period of hard work and, in the midst of extraordinary things, have always been on the bottom ladder.

They've talked about extraordinary things with blind people in the past, and they've learned that there are so many systems, so vast and so complex, that there's no single measure in the world, only a clearer division between regions.

For example, blind people, in the monastic interface, can be classified into the "entrance”, while Song Da's three brothers can only be counted as "peep paths".

Among the preachers in China, "righteous" is ranked as the best state of preaching and the most powerful group, but according to the blind, few "righteous".

“Okay, this thing's right here for you.” Song Da doesn't have any hesitations, "so blind, nothing happened, I'll go back first. ”

Mr. Blind suddenly said, "Wait a minute. ”

As he said, Mr. Blind took the paper and the pen and silently wrote what it was on the paper. Song Da did not look at the probe out of curiosity, but waited quietly.

About twenty minutes later, Mr. Blind sent out two full pages of paper, “This is a good way to nourish your breath. It's better than the inner mind you're practicing now. Here you go, you deserve it. ”

Songdalton was overjoyed, and it seems that the three brothers in the treasure trove were right in their combined calculations. Blind people are just people who never get cheap.

Song Dafei glanced at the contents of these two pages quickly, and only found the contents obscure and difficult to understand. However, during the silent reading, the real power in the body felt a sense of stupidity. Song Dafei knew that this was definitely a good thing. He hurried to put it away and then said goodbye.

After Song Da's departure, Mr. Blind did not continue to ‘watch’ the zombie's study, but sat upright with his hands naturally on his legs, and the scroll of Scripture was flat in front of him.

Mr. Blind suddenly opened his eyes and looked sombre. Shortly thereafter, however, the corner of Mr. Blind's mouth overflowed with blood, and he quickly closed his eyes, covered his chest and breathed deeply.

It took him a while to come back, but he straightened his eyebrows and muttered to himself: “What is this... why can't you even see through the sky? ”

Lately, this is the second time he has not been able to see through.

The first time was in Master Song's house, Young Master Lo Qiu, who could not read Master Lo Qiu's theory, but was almost certain that the other party was a noble man.

But this ancient scroll of scripture also...

Mr. Blind sat down for a long time before removing a wooden box from the desk drawer. He put the scroll of the scripture into the wooden box, and then pinched his finger with a sword trick and wrote something on the wooden box.

Only slight flashes of light between the fingertips and a series of complex symbols were drawn before they were incorporated directly into the wooden box. Mr. Blind only slightly complained at this time.

That's when Mr. Blind's phone rang —— this is his private phone.

“Master Jo, it's me, Huang Runfa.” At the other end of the phone, there was a low voice, the owner of which was probably quite old.

“Huang Run Hair?” Mr. Blind was silent for a while before he said, "What do you want? ”

The man named Huang Runfai called his grandmaster, not because Huang Runfai was his disciple, but because Huang Runfai was a descendant of a boy who followed Mr. Blind.

Because of the boy's loyal relationship, before Mr. Blind traveled the world, he passed on some magic of life, which was a form of compensation.

He went back a few years ago, and the boy was dead, but he ran into Huang Runfair. This guy learned the magic of life left behind by the boy, made a lot of money, but at the same time, he also leaked a lot of heavenly machines, wrapped in sin, and Mr. Blind was lazy to ignore it.

In the end, however, I was worried about the fragrance of the boy close to me and left a way of contacting him - Huang Runfa hasn't made this call in years.

Mr. Blind has also warned Huang Runfa not to look for him unless necessary.

“Grandpa, here it is.” Huang Runfai hastily said at this time: “In fact, I have been back in Wudang Mountain for several months, but there is one thing that can't be solved... I really had to, I just called you. ”

“What is it?” Mr. Blind said softly.

Huang Runfa hastily said: "Well, a few months ago, I gave a young man his life. It was just a matrimony or something, I thought it was simple! But... counting doesn't make any difference. The young man is so evil, it's just like the ‘faces of all beings' you left behind! I didn't have enough power, I passed out directly, and when I woke up, I couldn't measure anything anymore... directly broke the power! I had to go back to Wudang Mountain to find a solution, but after such a long time, no progress was made... I really had no choice but to interrupt your cleaning. ”

Of course he wouldn't know where Mr. Blind was cleaning up, but in the lab of a pharmaceutical company.

“The faces of all beings…” Mr. Blind said slowly after a moment of silence: “I know your situation, but your broken work is not necessarily this time of gossip. Huang Runfai, since you learned the art of life, there have been too many leaking planets. This is the punishment God has accumulated for you. ”

“Ah! How could this happen!” Huang Runfa was upset over there: “But I've been naughty all these years, and I also pay attention to the good deeds of mindfulness cultivation... can't I escape? Master Jo, you must rescue me. In the recent month, I have been constantly worried and anxious. It seems like there is a great ordeal ahead of me. I really have relatives in my heart! Please..."

“Here's the deal.” Mr. Blind thought about it for a while, "and as much benefit as you get from the art of gossip, disperse it all. Doing good deeds is not useless, and great merit can even wash away your sins. Speaking of which, what are you going to do? ”

“This..." Huang Runfai was anxious to sit in the home of Wudang Mountain at this time, but the grandmaster was a fairy figure, and the imposition had no effect. He could only respond helplessly, “Runfai will do well according to your teachings. ”

“Own the fate and the law, you go.” Mr. Blind nodded.

“One more thing, Grandpa.” Huang Runfai hastily said at this time: “Yesterday I didn't know who it was, I left a note on the futon in the quiet room of my late home, and I didn't know who really did it...”

“What's it say on the note?” Mr. Blind frowned.

“Nothing.” Huang Runfa said frankly at this time: “Just wrote six words, ‘On February 2nd, the dragon looked up’... Grandpa, Grandpa? Are you still there? Are you still there?”

“I get it.” After a moment of silence, Mr. Blind said coldly: “Huang Runfa, you should stay with Wudang for a few days. I will go back in a few days, that's all. ”

Without waiting for Huang Runfa to react, Mr. Blind had turned off the phone and quickly walked out of the lab office.

“Get the car ready, I'm going back to the cold house. ”

……

……

I wonder how the death of a natural person is defined in this country, and after the seventh day of the accident, the insurers went straight to Ouyangjie.

After a period of observation and the relationship between Ouyangjie's US passport, Ouyangjie was finally able to leave the hospital on the seventh day under the control of the Embassy.

Zhong Yue did not come to pick her up because she had already left step by step, it seemed that the Zhong family had come to pick her up... such a peak Chinese family would naturally not leave its own direct line in such a dangerous place.

However, after this incident, Ouyangjie's thoughts on the falling moon faded considerably... how heartless the children of the world are.

“Mr. Ouyangjie, the local authorities have given Mr. Kimwood's death certificate.” It is very polite to find the insurer who came to the hospital sooner rather than later, "although we are very saddened about this, but with the death certificate, we think that Mr. Ouyangjie should open what Mr. King left behind. ”

If possible, Ouyangjie doesn't want the inheritance left in the bank safe... just what did Uncle Kim leave him?

“Sir? Mr. O'Yangtze? I don't think you look so good. ”

“Oh... nothing, just that the sun stings.” Ouyangjie shook his head, "it may be that the hospital stayed a little longer and couldn't get used to Yangguan at once. ”

Ouyangjie said, then looked at the car that the insurer had driven, but there was a feeling that he wanted to go in right away... the weather was not too hot, but he just had an unknown pain and wanted to find a cooler place.

“Why don't you get in the car? We're going to the bank now.” The insurer laughed at the moment: "Mr. Ouyangjie, do you have your papers and everything? ”

“Let's go. ”

Ouyangjie went straight into the back seat of the sedan and finally felt more comfortable.

PS: (22) … the title of this chapter is weak, sleepy… excuse me.