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"Niuniu, what have you done to me? Why can't I move? "

Zeng Ziqing found that he could not move his fingers even if he wanted to move it. His face was black with fear.

"It's OK. I'm afraid you'll move when I'm acupuncturing. I'll just point your moving point." Yang Zimei comforts a way.

"What? Do you know how to point? What's on TV? "

Zeng Ziqing exclaimed, "you are not fooling me, are you?"

"Speak again, and I'll point your dumb point by the way."

Yang Zimei gave him a look, "shut up quickly. Fortunately, I found it early. Otherwise, you, the poisonous insects, will enter the brain, and even the gods will not have the power to return to heaven."

Zeng Ziqing quickly shut up.

Yang Zimei holds a small iron tower in one hand and a silver needle in the other.

She found out the position of the insect and pricked it down.

Only see "Zi" sound, a black smoke from Zeng Ziqing's temple position straight out, and then into the small tower inside.

This scene, in the eyes of ordinary people, seems to be very common.

But for Yang Zimei, who is casting the magic, it is extremely dangerous.

If she didn't have such a powerful artifact as a small iron tower, she would not dare to force the poisonous insects out of Zeng Ziqing.

Otherwise, as long as there is a little deviation, the insect will directly eat back to her.

After picking out the poisonous insects, Yang Zimei did not dare to relax his vigilance. He continued to input vitality to inquire about his meridians to see if there were any other obstacles.

Fortunately, this insect is just a kind of magic.

Yang Zimei infused Zeng Ziqing with proper vitality, and made up for his loss of energy due to insects and insects, so that his body recovered to health.

"All right."

Yang Zimei untied his moving acupoint and put things away.

Zeng Ziqing stretched out his stiff muscles and bones and found that his whole body seemed relaxed and comfortable.

Just now, he also saw the black smoke coming out of his temple. He couldn't understand what kind of magic it was.

"Niuniu, you can explain to me now, what have I got?"

He asked again reluctantly.

"A kind of insect that can control people's will after entering the brain. In other words, it is a kind of witchcraft."

Yang Zimei looked at him and asked, "what kind of people did you come into contact with when you went to Changbai Mountain?"

"I haven't come into contact with strange people?"

Zeng Ziqing thought for a moment, "except brother Gou, who sold ginseng to me, other people are very ordinary and honest passers-by. I have such a good relationship with brother Gou. He will certainly not harm me."

Oh!

Yang Zimei chuckled in his heart.

"What kind of person is your brother Gou? How did you get to know each other? "

"I met on the plane to Changbai Mountain. We were just sitting in the same seat, so we had a very opportunistic conversation. When we got to Changbai Mountain, he also invited me to live in his residence and invited me to cooperate with him in ginseng business. The ginseng I gave to my great grandfather, or his family's treasure, is half sold and half given to me. "

Zeng Ziqing said.

Yang Zimei's brow slightly wrinkled.

It seems that the problem lies in his big brother.

"Cousin, if I said that ginseng was fake, would you believe it?"

Yang Zimei looked at Zeng Ziqing and asked.

"I don't believe it. Brother Gou looks so honest and kind to me. He can't cheat me

Zeng Ziqing shook his head.

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