You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 192 Fake Death
When Zuo Chen got the brush, he had already guessed most of it.

Just quarreling with his father, drinking and being depressed would have turned him into a motionless vegetable.

It was more like someone had taken away his important ideas and he was left without a support.

It was as if he had been subjected to some kind of soul-calling magic, but his three souls and seven spirits were not damaged.

After arriving at Wang Bang’s residence, Zuo Chen immediately found the source of the recipe.

Zhou Miao was full of confusion:
"How can a small pen harm someone like this?"

"I'm afraid the unexpected factors are more likely." Zuo Chen shook his head and explained:

"The power of the pen is not that great, and a country bumpkin wouldn't be distracted by it when writing.

"But if you encounter setbacks in life and your mind is moved, the formula on this pen will be activated. Extract your obsession and put it on this piece of paper."

He shook the paper on the table and said:

“But at this point, it’s not necessary to beat a person into that state. Although obsession is important, it’s not like the three souls and seven spirits. If the obsession is taken away, it will be replaced after a while.

"Your brother was obsessed with something and was trapped by his family. In addition, he drowned. Many factors intertwined together, and that's why he was so obsessed that he was unable to get up."

Zhou Miao roughly understood what Zuo Chen meant, and frowned again:

"Master, it seems that Donkey Master helped me to get rid of the desire to gamble. At that time, I felt that gambling was boring and I didn't even want to touch it. Then my brother, the king..."

"It should be the same. It will stop me from thinking about writing miscellaneous books."

"Then... I think it was most likely done by Brother Wang's father, Wang Dayang!" Zhou Miao said confidently: "As long as Brother Wang stops focusing on miscellaneous books, it won't be too difficult for his father to help him pass the imperial examination! In this way, it will be in line with his father's wishes."

"You can go look for his father. But..."

Zuo Chen shook the paper in his hand:
"Let's go wake up Wang Bang first."

……

Place the straw paper on Wang Bang's face and gently tap the center of his eyebrows.

Wang Bang, who was lying on the bed, suddenly convulsed. His waist jerked upward, and he twitched twice like a shrimp. The paper on his face fell off with the wind.

The poem disappeared.

Wang Bang coughed several times immediately, then held onto the edge of the bed and opened his mouth:

"vomit!"

He spat out a large mouthful of sea water.

It was obvious that he had spit out almost all the sea water after Zhu Laoba rescued him. I don't know where this mouthful of sea water came from.

After coughing several times, Wang Bang raised his head in confusion.

His eyes were still scattered, and it took him four or five breaths to regain his composure and look at Zhou Miao in front of him.

"Brother Zhou? Why are you here? Where am I?"

Everything he saw was blank, as if he had forgotten everything he had been through.

Zhou Miao took some time to explain his experience to Wang Bang. After listening to it, Wang Bang was shocked and immediately got out of bed and knelt down to thank Zuo Chen and Zhu Laoba.

Wang Bang drank too much last night, so he ran to the beach to get some fresh air. However, he slipped and accidentally fell into the water.

If Zhu Laoba had not rescued him in time, Wang Bang would have drowned.

I was in a bad mood, but I didn't want to commit suicide. It was just an accident.

Zhou Miao hurriedly asked Wang Bang what had happened in the past few days. Wang Bang sighed and answered honestly.

Just as everyone had guessed before, Wang Bang was upset after quarreling with his father. He picked up the white jade pen that was poisoned with a magic formula and wrote a short poem.

As a result, he felt as if something important had been dug out of his chest afterwards, and it was because of his daily drinking that he almost lost his life.

After saying this, Wang Bang sighed:
"Oh, I won't drink anymore. It makes me upset and causes me to lose things."

"Let's not talk about drinking for now." Zhou Miao frowned: "Brother Wang, where did this pen come from?"

Wang Bang flashed his white jade pen and scratched his head:

"This... this was given to me by my father some time ago. He said it took him a lot of effort to get it."

"Sure enough." Zhou Miao held his forehead and sighed deeply.

Seeing that Wang Bang was still puzzled, Zhou Miao told Wang Bang everything about the prescription on the pen.

Wang Bang was shocked, his lips trembled, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Brother Wang, you can't keep going on like this. If you keep putting it off, he can use this pen to harm you today, and who knows what other troubles he might cause in the future!" Zhou Miao was distressed.

My best friend was nearly killed by his father. Anyone would feel overwhelmed if this happened to them.

"I... feel that my father can't harm me. After all, he is my father..."

Wang Bang murmured.

Zhou Miao's blood pressure rose as he listened to Wang Bang's words:
"You are such a stubborn guy! If you really don't believe me, then let's go talk to him and make things clear. If it's just a misunderstanding, then we can clear it up. If there really is something wrong, then we can solve it right away. If we keep it to ourselves, something bad will happen sooner or later!"

After saying that, Zhou Miao didn't care about anything else and grabbed Wang Bang's arm and pulled him out.

Wang Bang had just woken up. He was weak and not as strong as Zhou Miao, so he was dragged out by him.

Caiyi looked at the scene in front of her, her eyes rolling around, as if she had come up with some weird idea.

She glanced at Zuo Chen, who nodded and told Caiyi to do it. Then she smiled and jumped to the side to stop Zhou Miao.

"Fairy aunt?"

Zhou Miao stopped and sounded a little confused.

"How can you drag someone to question my father like this? If that trustworthy person saw it and spread the news, then you, Brother Wang, will not be able to stay in Baichuan City anymore! Your method is not safe."

Zhou Miao held his breath, but ultimately said nothing.

Caiyi's words make sense.

In Daliang, the phrase "kind father and filial son" still carries a lot of weight. Although Wang Bang has a bad relationship with his father, it is not Wang Bang's fault.

Some of the neighbors were gossipy and talked a lot of nonsense. Once the news spread, Wang Bang's bookstore basically had no chance of continuing to operate in Baichuan.

Zhou Miao came to support his friend, not to destroy his friend's life.

"Auntie, do you have any good ideas? Look at my brother, he has become like this. If I leave him alone, I will feel bad!"

"I actually have an idea." Caiyi smiled and looked at Wang Bang who was at a loss beside her: "But I need Brother Wang's cooperation."

"I... this..." Wang Bang seemed to be in a dilemma, and was at a loss for a long time before he gritted his teeth.
"I really want to know what my father is thinking. It all depends on the arrangement of this fairy lady."

The fairy called out sweetly, and Caiyi was happy and at ease, saying:

"Don't worry, I'll put on a great show and make sure your father won't bother you again from now on."

……

Wang Dayang lives outside Baichuan City. The courtyard was bought by Wang Bang with money.

Next to it is a subsidiary village of Baichuan, where people grow crops and vegetables. Because it is close to Baichuan, the villagers call themselves city people. They have an inexplicable arrogance, but also carry the village's gossip.

Today was supposed to be an ordinary day, farming, working, and chatting at noon.

Suddenly, there was a burst of noise coming from the entrance of the village.

Trumpets were blown, white silks were hung, a donkey was pulling a cart, on which lay a pale, wet young man, and paper money was scattered, floating in the wind.

"Brother Wang... Brother Wang! How did you die? Brother Wang!" There was a nobleman next to the donkey cart, howling at the top of his lungs in a loud and clear voice.

The young people in the village who were taking a lunch break were also drawn to the scene. They craned their necks to look, scratching their heads, wondering what was going on.

"Who is on the cart? Is he from our village? I have never seen him before."

"Looks familiar..."

"Is this Wang Dayang's son? He's the boy who sells miscellaneous books in the city."

"Oh! It seems to be him! Why is this guy lying on the board?"

Some sharp-eyed villagers recognized Wang Bang and wondered why he had become like this.

The donkey pulling the cart stopped in the center of the village, as if it didn't know the road, and used its head to butt the waist of the crying young master in front of it.

The young master staggered after being pushed, and then he immediately changed direction and continued to walk forward crying, and the donkey followed him.

It didn't take long for the man and the donkey to reach a good yard nearby.

The yard is big and beautiful. The outermost circle is a bamboo fence, and inside is a wooden house padded with thatch. In the back is a large courtyard where they cultivate their own land and grow their own crops.

It's not much, so I can neither use it to pay taxes nor sell it. If I eat it all myself, there won't be any left, but it can indeed fill my stomach.

You can also see a meat rack with a few strips of bacon hanging on it, swaying in the wind.

There was a table in the middle of the courtyard with a few pieces of paper on it. An old man with an unfriendly face was writing on the paper.

As if the wind was too strong, he took a stone to use as a paperweight to hold down the paper.

Hearing the sounds of hooves and crying coming from outside the yard, the old man's brows immediately frowned.

"You're crying in broad daylight, why are you crying right next to my yard?"

The old man's face was full of displeasure. He didn't want to pay attention to the wailing, but he didn't expect the donkey cart to stop next to his yard. The wailing and howling sounds were getting louder and louder. He was so annoyed that he couldn't hold the pen steadily in his hand and dripped a lot of ink on the rice paper.

With a cold snort, he simply put down the pen, and walked out of the yard with a wave of his sleeves.

"Who is crying here?"

When they reached the door, the old man Wang Dayang whispered something and his eyes fell on the young man at the door.

After taking two glances, I felt that it looked familiar.

how……

It seems like these are the bad friends that my good-for-nothing son of mine met outside?
What is his name Zhou Miao?

Why did he come to his own doorstep and cry?

Before he could react, Wang Dayang's eyes fell on the person pulling the donkey cart behind him.

His pupils shrank, and he hurriedly took two steps to lean against the donkey cart, opening his eyes wide.

I just felt my heart skip a beat.

"Banger?!"

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