Stop In The Deep Sea

Wang Xin had been out for a long time and felt some unbearable pain on his face.

The secret medicine given by Xiaoyue is only effective for two hours, so you have to get out quickly.

So he pretended to answer the phone and said goodbye to Brother Scar on the grounds that he had something to do.

After Wang Xin left, Brother Scar put away his smile, found a pack of cigarettes from his younger brother's pocket, lit it and asked, "Did this water ghost say anything while I was away?"

The boys looked at each other, shook their heads and replied, "I didn't say anything, just played two games with us."

Brother Scar nodded.

Immediately, he took out his mobile phone and typed a line: "Mr. Cheng, there is no problem with this person." Then he clicked send.

Little did he know that under Wang Xin's instigation, several younger brothers were already on the opposite side of him.

...

In the villa in the Psychic Zone 2.

Wang Xin stood in the bathroom, his face flushed, and the excruciating pain made him unbearable.

When he got home, he only exceeded the two-hour limit by three minutes, and the face bugs in the secret medicine began to eat his skin. Fortunately, he washed his face with water in time and felt better.

Dai Xingyue leaned against the door of his room and said expressionlessly: "I told you, the secret medicine can only last for two hours."

"Who knew you were so stuck in time? You can't do it for more than three minutes." Wang Xin looked at Xiao Yue in the mirror and said helplessly.

"Wrong." Xiao Yue took out the lollipop in her mouth and corrected: "It's not minutes, it's seconds. The production process of our Miao secret medicine is quite complicated, and the ratio of various materials is also very particular, so the time limit is important. Seconds.”

Is that an exaggeration?

Unexpectedly, the Miao medicine refining process is so rigorous and cumbersome, and it is no simpler than modern medical treatment.

What is the difference between this and the science and technology that people have always insisted on?

Is it possible that in some parallel time and space, witchcraft can also be regarded as a "technology" recognized by all mankind?

Dai Xingyue was wearing a loose home clothes today, with a long braid, and the headband was tied casually to her arms, looking a little lazy.

Wang Xin looked at her dress and asked doubtfully: "Don't you have to go out to work?"

Dai Xingyue explained: "I told Dr. Nie to take a week off."

Only then did Wang Xin remember that Xiaoyue's injury had not fully recovered at this time.

Internal injuries are the most troublesome thing. You can only rely on slowly raising them and adjusting them little by little.

There are some methods on using Qi to heal injuries in the Maharashtra, but I don’t know if they can be used on others.

Moreover, the operating system of witchcraft is not necessarily the same as qigong.

However, Wang Xin believes that the paths of ancient martial arts are all connected by the same origin, and they will never be separated from their origins.

Instead of making unfounded arguments here, it is better to practice it yourself and you will know once you get started.

So the two of them came to the living room, moved the coffee table away, and spread a thick mat on the floor.

"Xiaoyue, show me your witchcraft."

Dai Xingyue nodded when he heard this, took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the mat, then closed his eyes and started to circulate the spiritual energy in his body.

Her hands were constantly flying in the air, and her ten fingers turned into shadows.

As the purple halo continued to flash, an ancient mysterious aura spread out with her as the center.

At this time, Wang Xin also sat cross-legged, and the "Great Heaven Sutra" started to work suddenly, and the surging true energy was steaming and surging like a hidden dragon emerging from the sea.

His whole body began to steam continuously, like a furnace, and then, his hands kept changing at Dai Xingyue's back at an extremely fast speed.

Six Paths of Buddha's Hand!

This method is one of the secret techniques in the Mahatma Sutra, which can move the true energy through the air.

In terms of its root method, it comes from the physical skills of Taoism and Buddhism, and then uses the true energy of the Qigong line to control it.

In fact, this technique can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms period.

The secret skill of the Deng family is "catching a sword with bare hands", which is similar to the Six Paths of Buddha's Hand, covering the surface of the body with true energy to defend the weapon from the air.

Since entering the flame realm, Wang Xin has been practicing this technique with great concentration. Unexpectedly, the first time he used it was to treat Xiao Yue's internal injuries.

Although Dai Xingyue's body was not touched, the true energy was shot into her veins from the air.

This is the ingenuity of the Six Paths Buddha's Hand.

Wang Xin controlled the true energy, turning it from large to small, then from small to micro, and finally as thin as a cow's hair. With Dai Xingyue's spiritual energy, he continued to repair the damaged tendons.

Dai Xingyue felt like he was surrounded by a warm air, his whole body was numb and he was sweating profusely within a moment.

Half an hour later, all the congestion was finally drained away, and the damage everywhere in the body was repaired by the true energy.

"It's almost done. I guess if you have a good night's rest, you'll be noticeably better tomorrow."

Wang Xin took back his true energy and helped Xiao Yue up.

"There's no need to say thank you. After all, your injury is directly related to me."

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower." Xiao Yue nodded and then went upstairs to her room.

...

noon.

In the basement of the Mimicry Alliance headquarters.

At this time, Brother Scar was kneeling on the ground tremblingly, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he had lost all of his previous arrogance.

In front of him was a young man dressed luxuriously, holding a goblet in his hand.

The red wine kept swaying, like blood under the light.

This person is Cheng Ye, one of the twelve owls of the Mimicry Alliance.

Brother Scar crawled to Cheng Ye's feet on his knees and kept wiping Cheng Ye's leather shoes with his cuffs.

But Cheng Ye didn't seem to appreciate it. He elegantly picked up the vise on the coffee table and held it in his hand to play with.

The next moment, he suddenly picked up the vise and hit Brother Scar in the face!

"Ah!~..."

Brother Scar fell to the ground, and his front teeth flew out like a parabola.

Although his mouth was covered in blood, he didn't seem to care and immediately crawled back to Cheng Ye's side with his body propped up.

"Mr. Cheng! I, Old Scar, am willing to guarantee with my life that Brother Water Ghost will have absolutely no problem!"

When Mr. Cheng heard this, he didn't even look at him. He leaned back on the sofa and said unhurriedly: "Old Scar, Old Scar, when will you be able to take charge of your own business?"

Lao Scar was still shivering.

He still doesn't know why Mr. Cheng insists that there is something wrong with his new good friend, the water ghost.

When Mr. Cheng saw that he was silent, he continued: "You dare to bring someone to the base headquarters who you have just met for two days. Who gave you the courage?"

"Mr. Cheng, trust me. You gave me a message this morning saying that there was something unexpected and the recommendation was postponed until tomorrow. I thought I was about to hand in the task, so I brought him here."

After saying this, Brother Scar quickly added: "But don't worry, I will only take him to the factory near the headquarters, and let a few of my brothers watch him. I will never reveal the location of the headquarters."

Cheng Ye was a little impatient after hearing this. He drank the red wine in his glass, then took out a remote control from the space on the sofa and threw it to Lao Scar.

Lao Scar took it with both hands and pressed the power button tremblingly.