The Daily Life of the Immortal King

The secret No. 13 consultation room on the Internet was rumored to have been closed after it was exposed that year, but in fact the Internet Addiction Detoxification Center did not close down because of this.

His Holiness is looking for Immortal Toya to complain, but in fact he also knows that the sudden violence on the Internet is nothing to him. Netizens nowadays are too easy to be led by a little public opinion, and everyone’s resentment towards the Internet Rehabilitation Center on the Internet It is quite large, and there have been many anonymous or even public identities exposed, posting long articles detailing their experience of entering the Internet rehabilitation center.

Those parents who send their children in have the same major characteristics, such as their own low level of education, such as being too spoiled for their children, such as a strong desire to control their children, and for example, they all believe that as long as their children can change their ways, It doesn't hurt to use even a little violence...

After the incident was exposed, the No. 13 clinic was shut down due to public grievances a few years ago, but in fact this mysterious clinic has been operating secretly...

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There were already some cracks on the off-white wallpaper. In the dark office, a middle-aged man wearing a blindfold was sitting in his seat. The man's hair was slightly thinning, and he looked greasy and middle-aged. His head was sunken and his face was covered with scratches, but those wounds were long gone.

This is the office and also the treatment room.

The layout inside is very simple. Apart from a desk, there is also a rectangular table. The whole body of the table is made of black iron, and the outside is covered with a thin layer of plastic film. The workmanship looks very elegant. On the edge, several shackles are installed to restrict movement.

The man waited at the desk for a short time before a young man walked in slowly. The young man was wearing a special Taoist robe with a rather exotic style. There were hundreds of folds on the clothes like Michelin tires. Wrapped around the body, and on the top of the young man's head, two things like tentacles can be clearly seen sticking out.

"Welcome Mr. Long Ming, please come..." Seeing the young man approaching, the middle-aged man hurriedly got up.

"The location Dr. Yang chose is very secret, but it's easy to find my master." Long Ming raised his eyebrows, and then asked: "How about it, are you willing to accept the conditions proposed by my master?"

"I have also admired Venerable White's name for a long time, and each of the conditions proposed by Venerable White hit my heart, so I really have no reason to refuse."

A sly smile appeared on the man's face: "It's just that my injury has been identified a long time ago, and it cannot be cured... Even if it is a plastic surgery, it will slowly change back to my current appearance in the end. Venerable White has a way to heal sexual trauma, to be honest, this makes me very surprised."

"Of course you don't have to worry about my master's strength."

Long Ming said: "However, I have some doubts about Dr. Yang's injury. Do you think it was born?"

"good."

Yang Huai nodded: "Forty-two generations of our ancestors have been running this business. But when it was passed down to the thirty-sixth generation, my eighteenth generation Taizu was seriously injured. His His face was scratched to pieces, a lot of hair was pulled out, and even an eyeball was knocked out... It is said that someone kicked his head off at that time."

Long Ming: "..."

Yang Huai: "But this is the strange thing. After my thirty-sixth generation Taizu Yang Yong was beaten into that appearance, when the thirty-seventh generation Taizu Yang Xin was born, his face was actually the same as that of the thirty-sixth generation Taizu. The generation is exactly the same... From then on, this congenital disfigurement, like a curse, has been passed down to my forty-two generation, and it has not been completely cured until now."

"Then I kicked the dog head of the thirty-sixth generation ancestor of your Yang family... Oh no, does Doctor Yang still have any memory of the man with the head?" Long Ming frowned. He felt that this matter was a bit strange.

If it was just being beaten, it shouldn't affect the next generation like this...

It is obvious that in the process of being beaten, he was cursed at the same time.

But how many people in this world can do such a powerful curse?

"As for the information about the ancestors, I have limited hands, because a few years ago, my online ring center was repeatedly smashed, and some little bastards even set fire to my office when they left. Those materials Almost all of them were burned." Yang Huai sighed: "However, when my ancestors ran the Internet Rehabilitation Center, at its peak, it was an existence that called the wind and rain on one side... There are many sect masters who even rely on us to correct them. For some sect disciples’ misbehavior, we not only treat Internet addiction, as long as there are problems in the body, we can change them through us.”

Long Ming nodded, and looked at an unattractive healing device beside him: "Is this the machine you're using?"

"Mr. Long Ming should have experienced it in the big treatment room, right?" Yang Huai laughed.

"Yes." Long Ming nodded: "I tried the maximum power before, but the effect on me was not obvious."

"Mr. Long Ming's realm is superb, so naturally he won't feel it."

Yang Huai smiled, waved his hands and said, "But that's just the primary healing device, the ultimate healing device is the one in my office, which is the one that Mr. Long Ming saw."

Long Ming: "Oh?"

"This healing instrument once treated the highest cultivator in the state of transforming gods. Under my healing instrument, that cultivator was shocked to the point of death."

Speaking of this, Yang Huai's expression suddenly became serious: "Art is electrocution."

Long Ming asked curiously: "Then why was he sent here?"

"People who are sent to me come for various reasons. Some have puppy love, some are addicted to mahjong or games, and some even come to me for electroshock therapy for impotence because of the inharmonious life of their husbands and wives."

Yang Huai chuckled, with a wretched expression on his face: "The person who was sent to me to transform into a god was actually a deputy sect master, but unfortunately, the relationship between this deputy sect and the authentic sect was at odds. People have always held different opinions on the general trend of the sect. But, this deputy sect is extremely cautious in handling things, and has never let the authentic one catch him. But how can you not get your shoes wet when you often walk by the river?"

Long Ming: "So, why was he sent here?"

Yang Huai: "Last Mid-Autumn Festival, the Zongmen had to send mooncakes to all partners, and this vice-zong was in charge of ordering mooncakes. And this vice-zong actually ordered several carts of five-nut mooncakes."

Long Ming: "Mooncake with five kernels...what's wrong?"

Yang Huai: "Don't Mr. Long Ming think that Wuren stuffing is disgusting? Like me, I like Boli seaweed stuffing!"

Long Ming: "..."

Yang Huai: "The poor deputy suzerain hasn't figured it out yet. When he wakes up, it's already on my treatment table. I still have a video here. Do you want to see Mr. Long Ming?"