The old man seemed to have guessed the answer long ago, and when he heard my words, nodded his head, and went to the counter to get something.

I didn’t say anything more, went straight upstairs, sitting on the bed waiting patiently for him.

A few minutes later, the grandfather came in with a wooden carved tray.

The tray was not large, but there were also a lot of things on it, and in addition to opening the copper jar containing the evil, there was also a cup of rough bamboo.

The rest of the little pieces are nothing more than hemostasis and cotton balls, and a small knife that looks old.

This knife looks very special, it should be some years, it feels not modern.

The handle is made of wood, and if you look closely, there are still some patterns that I can't understand, and it looks like a spell.

The blade is not long, and even short, a bit like a carpentry knife, looks very thin.

I was studying with a knife, and the old man suddenly came in, reached out and took the knife, and then let me take off my clothes, and lay on the bed.

It seemed that the old man was not worried, and whispered to me again.

"Remember how much pain you have to endure during this period, you must not make a half-voice, and you can't faint, otherwise you don't want to go in."

I nodded seriously, saying that I knew, and then lay on the bed obediently, and my heart was not beating fast.

I don't know how much pain my grandfather said...

"When you start small, I am used to you, do not want you to suffer, do not want to let you suffer, in the end, you a rabbit or want to find yourself to suffer..."

The old man sighed and said, raising his hand, he picked up the bamboo tube in the tray.

The bamboo tube should contain liquid, only to see the old man with the blood-scratching clamped with the cotton ball, dipped in it, and after pulling out, the cotton ball completely turned green.

Suddenly, a strange smell filled the room, it was a bit like the smell of Chinese herbal medicine, smelling very good.

The old man did not speak, took this ball of green cotton, and painted it a few times in my left hand.

“Lord, what is this?”I couldn’t stop asking a word.

“It’s a hemoist.”The old man said vaguely, picked up the knife, and asked me, “Ready?”

I looked at the little sharp knife, some nervous nod, the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

The old man seemed to be a man, with a knife in my veins, and strangled down hard.

I have to say, the knife looks small, but unexpectedly sharp.

I did not feel the pain at all, almost instantaneously, the old man cut a small mouth on the door.

But strangely, after the skin was cut open, the blood did not flow out, only limited to the wound that had blood, as if it had coagulation and did not spread out.

When I was stunned, the old man suddenly raised his hand, caught a piece of evil from the jar with a blood-scratch, and looked at me with a sad face: "Oh, hold on."

I always thought that the old man said that the operation was going to be performed, at most, that is, to bury these evils in the flesh.

But what I never thought was that these evils don't have to sew at all!

At the moment of touching the wound, the evil son is like absorbing water, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the volume is more than twice as large.

When the old man released the hemostasis, it was like finding food, and he was like living, and went straight into my wound.

The next second, three inches on my vein door, I gulled a large meat bag.

At this time, it does not hurt, it feels like there is a cup of warm water poured on the wound, and there is no foreign body feeling.

But not a few seconds later, my wrist began to itch.

That kind of itch is the itch from bone to skin.

It was as if there were thousands of worms crawling in my arms, and I wanted to bleed my arms to itch them.

“Isn’t that right... didn’t the old man say it hurt...” I clenched my teeth, didn’t dare to make a sound, only dared to scream in my heart, and struggled with this strange itch: “How did this become itching?”

Before I could see, I just felt that the whole wrist was smashed like a broken, and the beginning of the pain without warning began to hurt.

How itchy just now, how much it hurts now.

I understood that my grandfather had repeatedly told me that the intense to extreme pain was not something that humans could bear.

I was almost subconsciously going to open my mouth and scream, but this mouth, just saw the old man full of pity eyes, and he cried the screams back.

What do you call life rather than death?

I am a living example!

“There are sixteen other evils left, can you hold on?”Grandpa asked me.

I did not squeak, even my mouth did not dare to open, I could only die and close, for fear of a mouth would scream out.

When the old man saw that I did not react, he sighed, cut a knife directly on the door of my right hand, and put a piece of evil on the cull painting.

After that, the old man buried twelve pieces of evil in my foot, in the palm of Dantian, chest, shoulder, under the earlobe, and the joints of my legs and arms.

Looking at the twelve meat packs bulging on my body, I have already felt a mental trance, and if I have fainted, I really can't say.

Maybe I fainted in a second, but the next second I woke up in pain.

On the contrary, I could not think of anything in my mind, just like the paste, and the concept of time was blurred to the extreme.

“Yes...” The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice was full of surprise: “You rabbit can survive to this level... beyond the old man’s imagination!”

I was really crying, don’t think I’m exaggerating.

When I heard my grandfather say that, I could still control the emotions before, and suddenly I collapsed.

The pain is on the one hand, the most I can't stand, or the surprised expression of the old man's face.

More than your imagination?!

If I die in this bed, do you have to feel it?

"ShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhThe old man grinned, "The last three evil ones have to be buried behind your back, you quickly turn over, I quickly put it in, and try to end it early."

As soon as the voice fell, he reached out his hand to help me turn over.

Through the strength of my grandfather's hand, I reluctantly turned over, and in the process, I only felt that the bones were all like being scattered.

When I turned over, I realized that the sheets under me had been soaked in my cold sweat.

It’s hard to hear, and the bed was as wet as I wet the bed.

After a few minutes, the old man suddenly patted me on the head and said, "It's done, seventeen are all done, and you'll hold on for a while until they're absorbed and clean."

I nodded, did not dare to move too much, and slammed my life to bite my teeth, only praying that time would pass quickly.

I don't know how long it was, the sky outside the window was dark, and my consciousness was getting more and more so, not as trance as it was at first.

Suddenly, the old man shouted excitedly, and almost did not scare me.

“It has become!”

Before I could react, my grandfather jerked his hand and patted me on the back of my head: “Oh!Hurry up!It's finished!"

“Is it... finished?”I did not move, I did not have the strength to get up, angry with the silk asked the grandfather: "Don't give me a set... I am not a bad rule now..."

“You are a walt!I'll give you the next shit!"The old man said, “Do you think the old man is joking with you?”

I smiled, clenched my teeth, almost struggling to turn over, and looked at the situation on my body.

At this time, the meat packets on my body had disappeared, and those who had been buried in the wounds of the evil son were all inexplicably closed, and only a blood line could be seen vaguely.

“I... I didn’t call, did I?”I asked carefully, “Have I passed through?”

When the old man looked at me, the expression on his face was somewhat complicated, as if he were comforting, and he looked like he was lost.

“It’s closed.”

With that, he sighed, and didn’t seem so happy just now, patted me on the head.

“The flag of the family will have to carry you later...”