Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Duan Congyan's hands are getting better day by day. Without Xie Bowen's knowledge, Meng Zezhi has become a frequent visitor to Duan Congyan's bed.

Li Wenhuan and his subordinates have not appeared, and knowing the time when Wan Zi returned to Beijing, everyone's tense nerves slowly relaxed.

On this day in mid-September, Han Daqin returned from a dinner party and found Meng Zezhi with seven or eight gift boxes.

"Look, Uncle Xie, this is the saffron from Chongming, this is the Cordyceps from Nagqu, and this is an official bird imported from Malaysia..." Han Daqin opened these gift boxes one by one: "And this, one hundred and sixty years old Changbai Mountain wild ginseng."

Meng Zezhi looked at what Han Daqin was referring to, and raised his brow slightly: "Give it all to me?"

They all say that there is nothing to do with diligence, and that if you do not commit crimes, you will steal.

Han Da nodded, with a hippy smile, and told the truth: "I am also entrusted by others, please thank you for your help, Uncle."

Meng Zezhi touched his old face and had to admit that this century-old wild ginseng was still quite attractive to him.

"Oh?" He put down the jade pendant and carving knife in his hand, and said, "Let's talk about it?"

Looking at him, Han Daqin knew that things were half done. He quickly said: "It's an old friend of mine. The family is in the medicine business. He gave these supplements. His family bought a new building some time ago. The house, but within a few days of moving in, his daughter had an accident."

"What happened?"

Han Daqin organized the language: "The servant at home said that in the first few days, she saw her talking to the air several times, but she didn’t say anything when she asked, and the servant didn’t take it seriously. After all, when people are bored, It's normal to talk to yourself or something."

"Later, she couldn't refresh her energy no matter what she did, and people became more and more lethargic. In less than a few days, she lost seven or eight catties. Three days ago, after she passed out in class, she He never woke up. He was sent to the hospital and a series of tests were done. Apart from the weak body, nothing happened. The doctor could not tell why he came. My old friend wondered if his daughter was. Something is entangled in it."

"That's it," Meng Zezhi said, "then I'll go with you."

It wasn't all for the sake of Han Daqin's face, mainly because Meng Zezhi remembered that he still had a main task of ‘becoming a well-known true magician’ to complete.

The Hou family's affairs had already given him a strong sense of presence in the upper circles of the capital. If he could take advantage of this opportunity to expand some contacts, it would be great.

"Then it's settled." Han Daqin said hurriedly.

Early the next morning, under the leadership of Han Daqin, Meng Zezhi met his old friend.

Qian Qiguang's expression was haggard, his skin was dull, as if covered with a layer of dust, and his sunken eye sockets indicated that he had recently suffered from a severe lack of sleep.

He couldn't hide his excitement on his face: "Xie Daochang, I can't help you make a special trip this time, Qian is grateful."

Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand and gave him a hand, only saying: "Where, it is Mr. Qian's love for his daughter, who is heart-warming."

Hearing this, Qian Qiguang's face flashed with self-deprecation, and his smile was uglier than crying: "Thank you, do you think?"

"Let me see Ling Qianjin first!"

"Good, good," Qian Qiguang responded in a hurry.

After speaking, he led Meng Zezhi and the two upstairs.

When he reached the place, he unscrewed the door, opened his body sideways, and let Meng Zezhi go in.

Only seeing a little girl of about ten years old lying on the small bed by the window, Meng Zezhi walked over, raised her eyelids, and faced a pair of dull eyes. Another pinch on her arm, the wound did not turn red at the first time, but directly showed a bluish-purple.

"Blame me," Qian Qi's eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth trembled: "In order to make money, he left the child at home by himself. He always thought that everything would be fine if there was a babysitter watching it. As a result..."

Qian Qiguang and his wife are in a free relationship and have a very good relationship. They had children after less than two years of marriage. Unexpectedly, when the child was three years old, his wife was on the way to attend a class reunion. Unfortunately, she suffered a car accident and died on the spot.

Qian Qiguang was in grief, but life will continue. One is that he still remembers his wife, and the other is for the sake of his children. He never married again. It is just because the company's efficiency has been declining in the past two years, the market competition has become more fierce, and Qian Qiguang has become more and more busy.

Even when the child had an accident, he was still on a business trip abroad.

Seeing Meng Zezhi standing upright, Qian Qiguang said anxiously: "Xie Daochang, how is my daughter?"

Meng Zezhi said: "I fell into a nightmare. If this is a few days at night, she will never wake up again."

After speaking, as if he could smell something, he started walking around the room.

When passing by the study table, he shook his nose, folded it back, and looked up and down the study table, then stretched out his hand on the chair and touched it. When he touched a depression, he retracted his hand and put it down. He sniffed under his nose, his complexion changed slightly, and he shouted, "Axe."

"What?" Qian Qiguang reacted afterwards, shouting repeatedly, "Axe, Lao Liu, go find an axe..."

The servant of the Qian family quickly found an axe and brought it up.

Meng Zezhi took it and slashed the stool with an axe, but after a few strokes, the stool split into two halves.

He took the smaller half and found the depression. He took the axe and tapped it on the fractured surface. When he took the axe away, he only saw a stream of black liquid flowing out of the hole.

Qian Qiguang looked in his eyes, the boss staring at him: "Xie Daochang, what is this, this?"

Meng Zezhi replied in a deep voice, "If I didn't guess wrong, it should be corpse oil and locust tree sap. Corpse oil and locust tree are both evil things and the easiest to attract ghosts.

Qian Qiguang's body trembled slightly, his face was livid, and the back of his clenched hands were green veins. He originally thought that his daughter had accidentally gotten into something dirty. Now it seems that it is most likely that someone is deliberately harming her.

At this moment, as if thinking of something, Qian Qiguang's expression changed drastically.

Noting the change in his expression, Meng Zezhi asked, "What?"

Qian Qiguang’s face was blue and white. He gritted his teeth: “This villa was transferred to me by an old classmate of mine. Something happened to his official dad. His family decided to go abroad for asylum, so he was anxious. I replaced all the real estate in my hand with cash. I thought that this villa was relatively close to the elementary school my daughter was studying, and the price was so low that it was more than a quarter lower than the market price, so he came here. At that time, I bought it without hesitation."

"Because the villa has not been renovated for a long time, and all the furniture and appliances are new, I just moved in with my children..."

Having said that, his tone became harder and harder, obviously suppressing something.

Hearing this, his assistant walked out with his mobile phone.

"Xie Daochang, what should I do now?" Qian Qiguang looked at the unconscious child on the bed with a slight choking in his voice. It was he who killed his daughter.

"Since she has fallen into a nightmare, someone has to go to her dream and pull her back. The danger is certain..." Meng Zezhi said.

"I'll go." Qian Qiguang said without hesitation.

"Okay," Meng Zezhi put away the folding fan in his hand: "But before that, I have to trouble Mr. Qian to prepare something for me."

"Daochang Xie just give orders." Qian Qiguang said quickly.

Just when things were almost ready, the assistant came back, and he was panting: "Boss, I found it, Song Zhixue's eldest son also had an accident some time ago..."

Song Zhixue is Qian Qiguang's old classmate who sold this villa to him at a low price.

"...The symptoms of his son are exactly the same as those of the young lady. Later, Song Zhixue did not know where he invited a goddess back, and then he approached the boss. He heard that his son woke up within a few days."

Qian Qiguang opened his eyes in anger, his chest undulating violently. By this time, he couldn't understand that his daughter had prevented Song Zhixue's son from the disaster.

In vain, he still treats Song Zhixue as an old classmate, and it turns out that he was ruthless when people hurt him.

He said anxiously: "Master Xie."

Meng Zezhi burned a talisman, added half a bowl of chicken blood and handed it to Qian Qiguang: "Drink it."

Qian Qiguang took a look at the small bowl, resisting nausea and drank the bowl.

As soon as things fell, a tiredness hit his mind, his body shook, his eyes rolled, and he fell to the ground.

Meng Zezhi looked at the assistant and Han Daqin: "Go, take him to the bed."

"Okay." The two replied repeatedly, putting Qian Qiguang next to his daughter.

Only saw that Meng Zezhi first slashed the girl's right index finger and Qian Qiguang's left index finger on the second phalanx, then drew a white thread and tied it to the wound of the two.

As the blood of the two completely immersed the white thread, Meng Zezhi lit three sticks of incense and smoked it under Qian Qiguang's nose, shouting: "Qian Qiguang..."

In a daze, Qian Qiguang heard someone calling him. He covered his nose and sneezed, and the people came to his senses. He opened his eyes and found that there was a lot of darkness all around him, and he couldn't see anything.

He panicked, and then remembered what was going on, resisting fear and said, "Master Xie?"

"I'm here," Meng Zezhi said, "you look back."

Hearing Meng Zezhi's voice, Qian Qiguang's heart instantly calmed down. He turned around, and a peanut-sized light suddenly appeared in front of him.

"go."

Qian Qiguang raised his foot and walked towards Bright Light. The more he walked forward, the brighter the light, and he had to raise his right hand to block him.

After walking a few steps forward, he passed through the bright light, and the world suddenly became noisy, with cries, laughter, noise... endless.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was in a playground with people coming and going, facing a colorful merry-go-round.

As the music stopped, the merry-go-round slowly stopped.

A middle-aged man pulled a little girl down from the wooden horse. He bent down and asked with a smile, "Xiaowen, is the merry-go-round fun?"

The little girl was beaming and couldn't help but nodded: "It's fun."

A dim light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Then you kiss your uncle, and your uncle will show you another play, okay?"

"Okay." The little girl embraced the middle-aged man's face without hesitation, and kissed him on the mouth.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and pressed the little girl's head to deepen the kiss.

Sure enough, the taste of a little girl is better than that of a little boy.

Seeing this scene, Qian Qiguang has a cracked canthus: "Beast, let go of my daughter——"

The author has something to say:

Things in dreams can't be real, huh!