"Xie, Uncle Xie?" Zheng Bingren raised his throat with a heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Dad—" Xie Bowen couldn't help urging.

In his opinion, since Meng Zezhi had all come to him, there must be a way to save Zheng Bingren.

Meng Ze knew that it was enough, so he turned serious, and said calmly, "Tie him up first."

"Ah?" The three people present almost shouted in unison.

Then Zheng Bingren was tied up by his assistant and Xie Bowen.

It is also a small bowl, smoked with cypress branches, rushes, dog tooth powder, black beans, and cinnabar are burned into powder, mixed with rice wine, diluted with tea and rice water, and finally burned with a yellow talisman.

The finished product is the same as the previous bowl of yellow talisman water, with a strange color and a disgusting smell.

Once raw and cooked twice, he held the assistant's hand, opened his mouth and drank it.

At the end, Zheng Bingren smacked his mouth and said with a little surprise, "It turned out to be sweet."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Meng Zezhi: "Uncle Xie, then what?"

"Wait!"

After speaking, Meng Zezhi found a comfortable position to lean on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The three Zheng Bingren were left to look at each other in dismay.

Feeling irritated while waiting, Zheng Bingren asked his assistant to help turn on the LCD TV hanging on the wall, trying to distract himself. Just when he saw his excitement, his stomach suddenly growled.

Zheng Bingren didn't take it seriously at first, but this scream didn't stop, and gradually, his stomach started to hurt.

"Uncle Xie!" Zheng Bingren shuddered, his face pale and sweat dripping from his forehead.

Meng Zezhi opened his eyes, as steady as Mount Tai, and only ordered: "Find a towel and put it in his mouth, don't let him bite his tongue."

Without any hesitation, the assistant ran into the bathroom and took a towel out. He walked to the bed and stuffed the towel into Zheng Bingren's mouth. When he was about to straighten up, he subconsciously looked at Zheng Bingren's stomach.

I only saw his stomach swell with the heavy exhalation, and the bulge from time to time disappears quickly, as if something is running around in it.

The assistant stared slightly, his scalp tingled, and he took a step back like a conditioned reflex.

Then saw Zheng Bingren rolling on the bed while whimpering.

He couldn't help looking at Meng Zezhi: "Master Xie?"

"Hold him down, don't let him get out of bed, it won't be good if he gets hurt." Meng Zezhi said calmly.

Xie Bowen listened, and hurriedly stepped forward and held Zheng Bingren with his assistant.

Zheng Bingren had a ferocious face, blue veins on his forehead, his eyes gradually stained with a layer of red light, and his body twisted desperately, trying to break free.

"Bingren—" The agent who rushed over to the ward after receiving the news pushed aside the ward. What she saw was this scene. She glared at her and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?"

At this moment, Meng Zezhi moved.

He grabbed Zheng Bingren's chin with one hand, facing a pair of dilated pupils, then pulled out the towel from his mouth, dragged him to the position above the trash can beside the bed with the other hand, and patted his neck with the last palm superior.

The moment the agent rushed over, Zheng Bingren opened his mouth and vomited when he heard a wow.

Thumb-sized blood-red worms slid out of his mouth and fell into the trash can.

The agent, who caught this scene unexpectedly, only felt that his eyes were darkened, and goosebumps rose all over his body. He didn't care about rescuing Zheng Bingren, and took five steps back in a row.

When Zheng Bingren finally stopped, Meng Zezhi took out two talisman papers and threw them into the trash can, only to hear a thorn, and the flames shot into the sky.

The dozen or so worms in the barrel struggled desperately, but could not escape the scorching fire. With a crackling sound, the worms turned into wisps of black smoke and rose up.

"Okay." Meng Zezhi said while opening the window to breathe.

Xie Bowen and the two quickly let go of Zheng Bingren, and Zheng Bingren also stopped struggling, lying on the bed weakly, his whole body soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of water.

After pouring two mouthwashes in a row, until the stench completely disappeared from his mouth, Zheng Bingren pushed the manager away, got up from the bed with difficulty, and asked, "Uncle Xie, just now, then. What the hell did I spit out?"

Meng Zezhi took the hot tea from his assistant, took a sip, and said, "Corpse."

As he said that, he glanced at the top of Zheng Bingren's head, the funnel-shaped cyclone had dissipated.

All four of Xie Bowen's expressions changed. Just hearing the name, they knew how disgusting it was.

Zheng Bingren's face was blue and white: "Uncle Xie, you say, who wants my life?"

"I don't want your life, I want your anger." Meng Zezhi said.

He had some guesses in his heart.

The love between people and ghosts cannot be tolerated.

These words are not just words. Humans belong to yang, while ghosts belong to yin. Ghosts can harvest yang to supplement yin.

Then why did Wan Zihuai live a happy life with Li Wenhuan in the end?

Are they talking about platonic love?

Think about it and know it's impossible.

No wonder, Li Wenhuan, who has always been ruthless and regarded human life as a must, would spare his rival's life with great kindness.

Meng Zezhi said, "Do you still remember Lu Huaijin?"

"Lu Huaijin?" Zheng Bingren frowned slightly. He really thought about pursuing Lu Huaijin, but since he quit the production of "Gong Lue", Lu Huaijin unilaterally cut off contact with him. He is not the kind of scumbag. People, the other party is unwilling, he will rest his mind in this regard.

As a victim, Zheng Bingren has the right to know the truth of the matter, so Meng Zezhi explained the ins and outs of the matter in detail.

After a long silence, Zheng Bingren only asked: "Lu Huaijin, no, does Wan Zihuai know that my accident was caused by Li Wenhuan?"

"He knows." Meng Zezhi said with absolute certainty. This was written in the plot. Because of this incident, Wan Zihuai almost regarded Li Wenhuan as a snake and a scorpion, but not long after, on the way home, Wan Zihuai was attacked by a The serial killer was targeted, and it was Li Wenhuan who rescued him at a critical juncture. It was from this moment that Wan Zihuai gradually became attracted to Li Wenhuan.

If it's normal, there's nothing wrong with such a plot. But then I think about it, because you saved my life, because everything you do is because you love me too much, so I can ignore your cruelty, vicious heart, and live happily with you.

How weird it sounds!

"However, he shouldn't know about his anger." Meng Zezhi said again.

This incident was not mentioned at all in the plot, Wan Zihuai was not bad in nature, not so cruel.

Zheng Bingren's face was ashen, with blue veins sticking out on the back of his hand, as if he was holding back something.

He even hated Wan Zihuai with him.

That's right, he almost lost his life for no reason, so it's no wonder he's lenient.

"Okay, I've said everything that needs to be said, and I've done everything that needs to be done. You take good care of it, and try to eat as many supplements as possible, so that you can more or less make up for the lost anger in your body." Meng Ze Zhi stood up and said, "By the way, I'll leave you three amulets. As long as Li Wenhuan didn't come over in person, it would not be a problem to keep you safe and sound for a year."

Hearing this, Zheng Bingren's face rose with a look of gratitude: "What inconvenience today, when I am discharged from the hospital, I will invite Uncle Xie to dinner to express my gratitude."

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi responded casually, picked up the fan on the table and walked out.

After going out of the hospital gate, Xie Bowen recovered from the series of events that had just happened. There was only one sentence left in his mind: Dad is really promising!

Thinking of this, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

At this moment, Xie Bowen's cell phone rang suddenly, he took out his cell phone, blinked to make sure he read it right, and then said in an incredible tone: "Dad, Bingren gave me an eighth call. One hundred thousand, said to be your reward."

Although the 800,000 yuan is not enough for him to make a movie, you must know that his father has been cheating for more than 20 years, and he has not earned so much money.

Meng Zezhi made a very proud expression, but pretended to be light and calm: "Take it, this is what your dad deserves."

At the end, he said earnestly, "Son, our father and son's good days are finally about to begin."

Xie Bowen laughed along, he was not obsessed with glory and wealth, he only hoped that his family would be safe.

He said, "Dad, where are we going now?"

"Go to Chen Tianhou's house." Meng Zezhi said.

Although Li Wenhuan was concerned about Wan Zihuai's feelings in the later period, he no longer hurt people easily, but before that, Zheng Bingren was not the only victim of his.

If you send a Buddha to the West, if you can save him, you will naturally have to save him.