Since then, the middle-aged man has recovered, not only that, but also has a peerless medical skill.
All intractable diseases can be cured with only one needle.
At the same time, the white horses in Shimagou are like the wind in the streets and alleys, blowing in everyone's ears.
? Time flies, the middle-aged man has a unique skill, and the white horse in Shimagou is known to more people.
In that year, the stars were shining brightly, and the breeze was blowing on the door at night, making some dilapidated doors jingle.
In the hazy night, three unusual figures appeared.
"Brother, we have traveled thousands of miles to come here. If the white horse is not so magical, wouldn't we have wasted so much effort?" A voice whispered in the dark night.
The other person didn't seem so pessimistic, he lifted his loose shirt with his hands wide open: "The old man in this family, I have inquired carefully, he was a dying person before, and he has no skills, let alone give When a person sees a doctor, he doesn¡¯t even know how to apply medicine. How can he be cured? He must have received the favor of the horse to become so powerful. We only need to catch him and let him take us to see the horse , then you will know everything.¡±
The three thieves smiled and took advantage of the moonlight to walk into the dilapidated door.
The shiny knives shone sharply from their hands.
They walked into the room as if they were in no one's land, and saw the person lying asleep on the old bed.
Walking up to him, he grabbed his clothes roughly and lifted him up.
The middle-aged man was awakened, and saw three figures in front of him.
I saw the knives in their hands emitting a dark light.
"Who are you?" He yelled in surprise, and was dragged from the bed to the ground. When he turned around again, the front of his chest faced a darkly shining knife point.
A rude voice came from a high place: "Tell me, did your medical skills come from that horse in Shimagou?"
The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, and slowly sat up from the ground, looking at the knife facing him.
He finally knew that these people were looking for cheap things.
It's just the story of the white horse in Shimagou. Everyone knows it, and many people have seen it, and many people have benefited from it.
Why did these three people take the trouble to ask me.
Can't see their appearance clearly, but from their vulgar voices, the middle-aged man judged that the three people on the opposite side should be thieves.
"The white horse in Shimagou doesn't exist. It's just a story. If you don't believe it, you can kill me."
The middle-aged man's words were very firm, and he amused the man with the knife.
Turning to look at the other brother: "You go and get that needle, didn't the old man say that you don't have it, then find a needle, I want to ask him how he learned how to use needles to heal people! "
The man lit the oil lamp and found the needle under the pillow.
The silver needle exudes white light, and the people who see it feel chills.
The person holding the knife held a needle in his hand and looked under the oil lamp. There was nothing special about it, just an ordinary needle.
He looked at the middle-aged man with a sinister smile, held the needle, and ruthlessly inserted it into the middle-aged man's shoulder.
The middle-aged man hummed, his shoulders trembling: "I said no, but I didn't. If you don't believe me, I can't help it."
"Humph!" the man hummed, his voice hoarse, "don't say it, okay, brothers, many people here know where Shimagou is, and I can find it by coercing anyone. As for this old bone, kill him directly .¡± (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com