Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

When Duan Congyan came downstairs, Meng Zezhi came out of the kitchen.

He put the hot clay pot on the table and looked back at him: "Wake up, is your health better?"

"Why, Uncle Duan is not feeling well?" Xie Bowen greeted quickly.

"Much better." Duan Congyan paused and said, "Thank you for your care last night."

Meng Zezhi didn't care about it, and said casually: "It's just a matter of effort. By the way, I made barley yam porridge. You can drink some."

Barley yam porridge is the most beneficial to nourish the spleen and stomach.

"Okay." Duan Congyan replied calmly, but couldn't help but think of the warm water bag that he had held all night.

Xie Bowen, who was no one to answer, blinked, always feeling that something is different from before.

After breakfast, according to the habit of his predecessor, Meng Zezhi soaked himself a cup of Maojian, then took the newspaper on the coffee table, shaken it and looked through it.

At first sight is a photo that occupies more than half of the layout.

"The actor Zheng Bingren was so tired from filming that he fainted on the set and experienced the feeling of death."

"Who?" Xie Bowen raised his head with half a fried dough stick in his mouth.

"Zheng Bingren." Meng Zezhi stared at Zheng Bingren, who had a thin face and sunken eye sockets, and responded casually.

After forcibly swallowing what was in his mouth, Xie Bowen threw down his chopsticks and surrounded him.

I only saw the newspaper saying: "The Beijing Times reported on November 23 that yesterday afternoon, actor Zheng Bingren fainted suddenly during the filming of the movie "Speed" and was rushed to a nearby hospital for treatment. The staff on the scene said that his fainting may be due to Because old injuries have not healed, and lack of sleep, the body has reached its limit..."

"Zheng Bingren, Zheng Bingren?"

Meng Zezhi chanted the name repeatedly, and then showed a suddenly realized look.

He remembered, isn't this one of the first victims after Li Wenhuan (old ghost) got into Wan Zi's arms!

That was not long after Wan Zihuai had just returned from his rebirth. At that time, the popular IP drama "Gonglue" was recruiting actors. Wan Zihuai's agent asked his grandpa to tell his grandma to get him a male No. 5 interview. .

According to the routine of the general entertainment industry, after the protagonist is reborn, he will inevitably meet a director who has a bad temper but is exceptionally talented.

Wan Zihuai is no exception.

Because of his outstanding performance in the audition, the director rejected all the opinions and chose Wan Zihuai as the male number three.

At that time, the actor of the show was Zheng Bingren. After being in contact with Wan Zihuai for a long time, he was amazed at the talent and hard work of the other party, and gradually became fond of Wan Zihuai.

—Of course, the overbearing ghost Li Wenhuan is jealous.

His method of revenge was simple and rude. When Zheng Bingren was in the filming scene, he broke the Wia that was hanging from Zheng Bingren's body.

Zheng Bingren, who fell from two stories high in the air, unfortunately broke his right leg and was forced to withdraw from the crew.

Count the days, that is, I was discharged from the hospital at the beginning of this month.

For the spectator, this may be a sweet love story with all-you-can-eat dog food, but for the person involved, this is the case with the catastrophe.

"It's all right, it's all right." Seeing this, Xie Bowen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Zheng Bingren is one of his few friends in the circle.

"I remember that you have a good relationship with Zheng Bingren." Meng Zezhi raised his head and looked at Xie Bowen.

"Yeah." Xie Bowen recovered and nodded.

"I want to see him."

"what?"

"He is dying." Meng Zezhi put down the newspaper in his hand, frowned slightly, said lightly.

…

When Meng Zezhi and the two arrived at the hospital, Zheng Bingren had just sent off to visit his crew.

Seeing Xie Bowen, Zheng Bingren's eyes lit up and he was pleasantly surprised: "Aren't you in the United States? When did you come back?"

"It was yesterday." Xie Bowen handed the fruit basket in his hand to Zheng Bingren's assistant and asked, "How is your health?"

"It's not a big problem anymore." As he said, a tired feeling hit his mind, Zheng Bingren covered his mouth and yawned, barely cheering up, and continued: "The doctor suggested that I stay still for a few more days, and I have the same plan. "

Hearing this, Xie Bowen looked at Meng Zezhi hesitantly.

Compared to his father's words, he is more willing to trust the doctor's judgment.

Noting Xie Bowen's sight, Zheng Bingren followed and looked over: "This one is?"

Judging from his appearance, he should be Xie Bowen's relatives, Zheng Bingren thought.

"This is my dad." Xie Bowen said.

"Uncle Xie?" Zheng Bingren was stunned.

Zheng Bingren has met Xie Guangsheng and heard of Xie Guangsheng's ‘brilliant deeds’. As a friend of Xie Bowen, he is not good at making irresponsible remarks to Xie Guangsheng. Therefore, for Xie Guangsheng, the only thing that impressed Zheng Bingren was his face, which was not at all old. People in their fours looked almost the same as those in their twenties. When he and Xie Bowen walked together on the road, people who didn't know Zhuanbao would think that the two were brothers, not father and son.

Almost blurting out, Zheng Bingren said, "Uncle Xie, how do you look—"

After brushing it, Meng Zezhi unfolded the fan in his hand and shook it for a while: "I had a fight with a ghost a few days ago. Although I was lucky to win, I wounded the enemy a thousand and hurt himself 800..."

"It turned out to be like this." Zheng Bingren looked embarrassed, thinking that Meng Zezhi was bragging again, and he subconsciously looked at Xie Bowen.

Xie Bo's face was reddish, and he felt that it was not a wise move to bring Meng Zezhi over. Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and slightly pulled the corner of La Meng Zezhi's clothes.

Meng Zezhi was dumbfounded, his voice turned, and asked: "In recent days, have you often felt dizzy and lack of energy?"

Zheng Bingren barely kept up with Meng Zezhi's jumping thinking, and subconsciously replied, "That's right."

His assistant is new, and he doesn’t know much about Meng Zezhi. He saw the person brought by Xie Bowen. Hearing what Meng Zezhi said, he was immediately in awe, and when the topic touched on Xie Bowen, he immediately thought of the problem. The crux of the matter, he exclaimed: "Is Mr. Zheng hitting a ghost?"

"Almost." Then Meng Zezhi stopped talking, just put away the fan, and clapped the palms of his hands without a moment.

Zheng Bingren's face changed slightly, and he was skeptical.

His condition during the recent period is indeed not very good. In addition to the two months of injury he had suffered before, there is a lot of backlog of work, so he will not touch the ground as soon as he comes back. He always thought that he was getting older and his body was not as good as before.

The assistant is obviously someone who has seen the world. Seeing Meng Zezhi's appearance, he immediately moved a chair over and said respectfully: "Please sit down."

I made another cup of hot tea and sent it over: "Please use tea."

Meng Zezhi suffered without any psychological pressure, and started tasting the tea casually.

Xie Bowen knew that his dad was going to pretend (pretend) again.

But who made the victim be his friend? He can only cruelly demolish his father's desk.

He said anxiously: "Dad, it's this time, so don't sell it."

Hearing this, Zheng Bingren immediately corrected his attitude, in case what Meng Zezhi said was true.

He immediately said: "Uncle Xie, it's not that I don't believe you, it's that I've never encountered such a thing before... Your lord doesn't remember the villain, forgive me!"

Meng Zezhi snorted softly, and both his look and style were the same as his predecessor.

He asked: "Is there a mirror?"

"There are toilets." Zheng Bingren replied.

"Inconvenient." Meng Zezhi said.

Zheng Bingren turned to look at the assistant.

The assistant immediately said, "I'll go buy it now."

With that, he grabbed his wallet and walked out of the ward quickly.

Taking advantage of the gap, Meng Zezhi laid out the things he had brought one by one.

Liquor, yellow symbol, black cloth...

Seeing this scene, Xie Bowen and Zheng Bingren looked at each other, unable to figure out what Meng Ze is selling.

Ten minutes later, the assistant finally came back: "Here, Master Xie, mirror."

Meng Zezhi took the mirror, wrapped it in a black cloth, and gave it back to the assistant: "You take it."

Then he took a small bowl, poured a small bowl of white wine into the bowl, grabbed a yellow talisman, and shook it lightly, the yellow talisman ignited spontaneously without fire.

Seeing this scene, the three of them stared in unison.

Meng Zezhi threw the ignited yellow talisman into the small bowl, only to hear a thorn, the flame on the yellow talisman disappeared, but the white wine in the bowl tumbled violently.

After about half a minute, the small bowl returned to calm, but the white wine in the bowl became a dark paste with a strange smell.

Xie Bowen covered his mouth and nose reflexively.

Meng Zezhi handed the small bowl to Xie Bowen and said, "I said, you might not believe it, so let you see it with your own eyes and drink it."

Taking the small bowl, Zheng Bingren looked at the contents of the bowl, and the veins on his forehead appeared. He gritted his teeth, pinched his nose, took the bowl, and drank with his head up.

As soon as something hit my stomach, a strong feeling of nausea surged into my heart.

"Don't vomit, it's not easy for me to draw a talisman," Meng Zezhi said.

Zheng Bingren subconsciously covered his mouth, his facial features twisted into a ball.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Zezhi took out a small glass bottle, poured some bull's tears on his palm, and rubbed his finger on Zheng Bingren's eyelids.

"Okay." Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand to call in his assistant and asked him to stand in front of Zheng Bingren with the mirror in his hand: "Look."

Zheng Bingren opened his eyes when he heard the words, and his complexion immediately changed.

"What did you see?" Meng Zezhi asked.

Zheng Bingren was shocked and stared at the mirror with his eyes tightly: "I saw a cloud of white light all around me. There was a cyclone above my head. It was wide and narrow at the top. After a few seconds, there would be one on my body. The white light of the size of a thin line disappeared along the cyclone...This cyclone is a bit like, like..."

"Like a funnel." Meng Zezhi said.

"Right, right, right," Zheng Bingren said repeatedly.

Hearing the conversation between the two of them, the assistant looked down subconsciously, and there was nothing more than the black cloth covered in the mirror.

His eyes stared slightly, and his expression of surprise was beyond words.

"The white light is the anger on you," Meng Zezhi said.

Zheng Bingren didn't feel sick anymore, his inspiration flashed: "Then what if I have this white light, no, it's all anger leaking out?"

Meng Zezhi smiled slightly: "Guess!"

The author has something to say:

Zheng Bingren: I don't guess (the last stubbornness)!