Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

"Thanks, Uncle Xie?" Zheng Bingren raised his throat with a heart, making it difficult to breathe.

"Dad—" Xie Bowen couldn't help but urged.

In his opinion, since Meng Zezhi has come to him, there must be a way to save Zheng Bingren.

Meng Zezhi knows that enough is enough, he gets serious, and calmly said: "Tie him up first."

"Huh?" The three people present shouted almost in unison.

Then Zheng Bingren was **** by the assistant and Xie Bowen.

The same is a small bowl, finely smoked with cypress branches. The rush, dog tooth powder, black beans, and cinnabar are burnt into powder, prepared with rice wine, diluted with tea and rice water, and finally burned with a yellow symbol.

The finished product is the same as the previous bowl of yellow water, with a weird color and a disgusting smell.

Once he was born and the second was cooked, he opened his mouth and drank with the assistant's hand.

At the end, Zheng Bingren smashed his lips, and said with a little surprise: "It turned out to be sweet."

After speaking, he looked up at Meng Zezhi: "Uncle Xie, what then?"

"just wait!"

After speaking, Meng Zezhi found a comfortable position and leaned back on the chair, closing his eyes and resting.

The three of Zheng Bingren looked at each other.

So upset and irritable, Zheng Bingren asked his assistant to help turn on the LCD TV hanging on the wall, trying to distract. When he saw Xing's head, his stomach suddenly groaned.

Zheng Bingren didn't take it seriously at first, but the shouting didn't stop. Gradually, his stomach started to hurt.

"Uncle Xie!" Zheng Bingren shivered, his face was pale, and his forehead was sweaty.

Meng Zezhi opened his eyes, as steady as Mount Tai, only instructed: "Find a towel and put it in his mouth, don't let him bite his tongue."

The assistant did not hesitate, ran into the bathroom and took a towel out. He walked to the bed and put the towel into Zheng Bingren's mouth. When he was about to straighten up, he subconsciously looked at Zheng Bingren's stomach.

He only saw his stomach bulge with the heavy exhalation, and the bump from time to time disappeared quickly, as if something was running around in it.

The assistant stared slightly, his scalp was numb, and he took a step back like a conditioned reflex.

Then I saw Zheng Bingren whimpering and rolling on the bed.

He couldn't help looking at Meng Zezhi: "Master Xie?"

"Hold him down, don't let him roll out of bed, it won't be good if he hurts." Meng Zezhi said unhurriedly.

After listening to Xie Bowen, he quickly stepped forward and held down Zheng Bingren with his assistant.

Zheng Bingren's face was squalid, with blue veins rising on his forehead, his eyes gradually stained with a layer of red light, his body twisted desperately, trying to break free.

"Bingren—" The agent who rushed to receive the news pushed aside the ward. What she saw was this scene. She glared at it and shouted angrily: "What are you doing?"

At this moment, Meng Zezhi moved.

He grabbed Zheng Bingren’s chin with one hand, facing a pair of dilated pupils, then pulled out the towel from his mouth, and dragged him to the position above the trash can by the bed with the other hand, and slapped him with the last palm on his neck. on.

The moment the agent rushed over, Zheng Bingren opened his mouth and vomited only when he heard a wow.

A strip of blood-red worms the size of a thumb slipped out of his mouth and fell into the trash can.

The agent who ran into this scene uncontrollably felt that his eyes were dark, with goose bumps all over his body, no matter where he could save Zheng Bingren, he stepped back five steps in a row.

When Zheng Bingren finally stopped, Meng Zezhi took out two talisman papers and threw them into the trash can, only to hear a stab, and the flames rose into the sky.

The dozen or so worms in the barrel struggled desperately, but they couldn't escape the burning fire. Accompanied by a burst of crackling sounds, the worms turned into wisps of black smoke and rose up.

"Okay." Meng Zezhi said while opening the window to breathe.

Xie Bowen and the two quickly let go of Zheng Bingren, Zheng Bingren also stopped struggling, lying on the bed feebly, sweat soaked all over, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

After taking two mouthfuls of mouthwash, Zheng Bingren pushed his agent away and got up from the bed with difficulty. With an unspeakable smell, he asked, "Uncle Xie, just now, that, that ...What is it that I vomit?"

Meng Zezhi took the hot tea from the assistant, took a sip, and said, "Corps."

With that, he glanced at the top of Zheng Bingren's head, and the funnel-shaped cyclone had dispersed.

All of Xie Bowen's complexion changed. Just by hearing this name, you would know how disgusting it was.

Zheng Bingren's face was blue and white: "Uncle Xie, you said, who on earth wants my life?"

"Not wanting your life, but wanting your anger." Meng Zezhi said.

He had some speculations in his heart.

The love between humans and ghosts cannot be tolerated by the world.

This is more than just talking. People are yang, ghosts are yin, and ghosts can pick up yang to replenish yin. Once the yin enters the body, it will linger on the bed, or die suddenly.

Then why did Wan Zihuai live a happy life with Li Wenhuan in the end?

Are they talking about a platonic relationship?

Think about it and know it's impossible.

It's no wonder that Li Wenhuan, who has always been cruel and treats human life like a stubborn, would be kind to spare his rival's life, and his feelings want to use waste.

Meng Zezhi said, "Do you remember Lu Huaijin?"

"Lu Huaijin?" Zheng Bingren frowned slightly. He really thought about pursuing Lu Huaijin, but since he retired from the crew of "Gong Lue", Lu Huaijin unilaterally interrupted contact with him, and he is not the kind of dead skinny face. People, the other party was unwilling, so he stopped thinking about it.

As a victim, Zheng Bingren has the right to know the truth of the matter, so Meng Zezhi explained the ins and outs of the matter in detail.

After a long silence, Zheng Bingren only asked: "Lu Huaijin, no, does Wan Zihuai know that Li Wenhuan's hands and feet were involved in my accident?"

"He knows." Meng Zezhi said with great precision. This was written in the plot. Because of this incident, Wan Zihuai almost regarded Li Wenhuan as a snake, but it didn't take long for Wan Zihuai to be caught on the way home. The serial murderers were eyeing it, and the critical moment was Li Wenhuan's rescue. It was from this time that Wan Zihuai gradually moved towards Li Wenhuan.

If it is normal, such a plot seems to be fine. But then think again, because you saved my life, because everything you do is because you love me too much, so I can ignore your cruelty, snake-heartedness, and live happily with you.

How weird it sounds!

"However, he shouldn't know what is angry." Meng Zezhi said again.

This incident is not mentioned in the plot at all, Wan Zihuai is not bad in nature, and he is not cruel to such a degree.

Zheng Bingren's face was sullen, and the veins on the back of his hand were rising, as if he was holding back something.

He even hated Wanzi for carrying him.

Also, he almost lost his life for no reason, it's strange that he can be forgiving.

"Okay, I have said everything that should be said, and I have done everything that should be done. You should take good care of it, and eat as much as possible tonics, so as to more or less make up for the lost anger in you." Meng Ze Zhi stood up and said, "By the way, I will leave you three amulets. As long as you don't come here by Li Wenhuan personally, you will be safe and sound within a year."

Hearing this, Zheng Bingren's face rose with a grateful look: "It is so inconvenient today. I will be discharged from the hospital someday, and I will invite Uncle X for dinner to show my gratitude."

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi replied casually, picked up the fan on the table and walked out.

After going out of the hospital door, Xie Bowen recovered from the series of things that happened just now, and there was only one sentence left in his mind: Dad is really promising!

Thinking of this, he felt mixed feelings in his heart.

At this moment, Xie Bowen’s cell phone rang suddenly. He took a look at the cell phone and blinked to make sure that he was right. Then he said in an incredible tone: "Dad, Bingren gave me a turn. One hundred thousand, it's a reward for you."

Even though the 800,000 is not enough for him to make a movie, he still has to know that his dad hasn't made so much money for more than 20 years.

Meng Zezhi made a very proud but pretentious expression: "Take it away, this is what your dad and I deserve."

At the end, he said earnestly: "Son, the good days of our father and son are finally about to begin."

Xie Bowen laughed. He is not obsessed with prosperity, he only hopes that the family is safe and sound.

He said, "Dad, where are we going now?"

"Go to Chen Tianhou's house." Meng Zezhi said.

Although in the later period, Li Wenhuan was concerned about Wan Zihuai's feelings and no longer harmed others easily, but before that, his victim was not just Zheng Bingren.

Sending the Buddha to the west, if you can save him, naturally you must save.