Chapter Eighteen: The Mysterious Healing Symbol

  The entrance of the Zixing residence was unassuming, even looking a bit dilapidated. However, the moment Wang Ke stepped through the doorway, his heart suddenly rose with an indescribable feeling. Even the true energy within his body surged towards his eyes without his control. If he hadn't reacted quickly to restrain the true energy, the pain and comfort would have caused him to waste a use of his Anomaly Eye.

  How ridiculous!

  What's going on?

  Isn't there some treasure in Zhao Menfeng's place? Otherwise, why would the aura rush towards his eyes?

  Doesn't sound right?

  Why would this happen when I wasn't focusing on a particular object, didn't mobilize my qi, and didn't use my heterochromatic eyes?

  With a mind full of thoughts that couldn't be solved, Wang Ke looked around the first floor hall and found that there was actually no one in the entire hall.

  Why is there nobody?

  Isn't Zhao Menfeng afraid that someone will come in and steal the antiques from his shop?

  "You're here!" On the stairs, Zhao Menfeng had a faint smile on his face as he looked at Wang Ke who was looking around downstairs.

  He looked at Wang Ke, without a hint of surprise, as if he had known all along that Wang Ke was coming.

  Looking up at the stairs, a hint of surprise appeared on Wang Ke's face. After Zhao Menfeng walked down the stairs, Wang Ke asked in puzzlement: "Old Zhao, did you know I was coming?"

  Zhao Menhong nodded with a faint smile, but suddenly his eyebrows furrowed slightly because he and Wang Ke both heard the urgent and chaotic footsteps outside, rushing towards this place. Along with the noise, soon more than a dozen middle-aged people who looked like migrant workers came in, supporting each other.

  "Old Zhao, Old Zhao, please hurry up and treat them! Our construction site had an accident, they're all injured. Among the dozen or so people, only the one speaking urgently was uninjured, but he looked disheveled and embarrassed."

  However, from their appearance, Wang Ke discovered that these people were either arm-broken or leg-fractured.

  He found it somewhat amusing to see a dozen or so migrant workers with painful expressions on their faces, and Wang Ke shook his head secretly. This wasn't a hospital, so why did all the injured people end up here? Did Zhao Menfeng still know some medical skills?

  Zhao Menfeng furrowed his brow and looked at the dozen or so migrant workers who looked miserable, saying in a deep voice: "All those injured sit on the ground."

  As he spoke, he pulled out a yellow note from his pocket.

  ?

  Wang Ke's eyes widened instantly as he recognized the symbol, for he had seen it before in a chance encounter.

  At first, that person, after using this symbol, actually triggered a chain of lightning, and forcibly split an old locust tree in half.

  That's right, it's this yellow paper with cinnabar writing in blood-red strange symbols, some of which look like ancient tadpole script.

  How did Zhao Men Feng get this talisman?

  Wang Ke's body trembled slightly, and his face showed excitement. He had always dreamed of having this symbol, it was the treasure he had been longing for!

  Drawing talismans and making charms is an extremely difficult thing, he later searched for information about charms on the internet, although the introduction was not very detailed, but it explained a problem, this kind of charm is extremely precious.

  In today's society, there are few people who can create such talismans. Even some of the most skilled and extraordinary individuals in this field may not always produce effective symbols.

  Staring intently, Zhao Menfeng pulled out one of the yellow paper talismans and his lips moved slightly, uttering a few strange phonetic sounds as if he were reciting an incantation.

  A miraculous scene unfolded, the yellow paper talisman suddenly floated out of Zhao Menfeng's palm, as if it had come to life, and flew into the air about four or five meters high. As Zhao Menfeng's withered hand gently pressed on one of the injured migrant workers' fractured bones, in an instant, the floating talisman exploded in mid-air.

  A sprinkle of silver light dots, emitting a soft glow, and before everyone's eyes appeared the mysterious and unpredictable galaxy.

  Wang Ke's eyes emitted a strong light, his vision was stronger than ordinary people, so he could keenly observe that around those silver bright spots, as if they were wrapped in a thread of flame, and the symbols originally drawn on the yellow paper appeared faintly in each silver bright spot.

  The incantation that Zhao Menfeng muttered out, after the last strange note disappeared, the scattered starry light points in mid-air seemed to have received some kind of summons and traction. In the blink of an eye, they formed a scene like a ribbon, quickly merging into the fracture on the migrant worker's leg where Zhao Menfeng had pressed his hand.

  Wang Ke involuntarily moved forward, his eyes emitting a faint green glow. Amidst the shock and ecstasy, he was like a person walking in the desert, on the verge of dying from thirst, who suddenly discovered an oasis, excited, greedy, as if he could draw talismans and wield divine magic.

  These symbols are different from the ones I saw last time. Last time, after using the symbols, a chain of lightning appeared, with extremely strong attacking power. But this time, these symbols form a dazzling array of light points, like a rope being pulled tight. What is their function?

  Wang Ke's eyes stared fixedly at Zhao Menfeng's hand, staring fixedly at the fracture injury of that peasant worker.

  At a speed visible to the naked eye, the wound of the injured migrant worker's leg healed, as if it were a miracle, shocking everyone in the room.

  "Huh? Doesn't hurt anymore? Feels so comfortable!"

  The middle-aged peasant worker, who still had a painful expression on his face, had eyes that were wide open, as if they were bigger than bronze bells. The flashing eyes still had a look of excitement and surprise.

  "Doesn't hurt anymore? I told you, Zhao Lao's charm is very effective, it will definitely heal your injuries in a short time. In the past, my arm was broken by an iron pillar, but Zhao Lao used his charm to cure me, and after just two days of rest, I could continue working on the construction site!" The only uninjured migrant worker, a big man with a naturally smiling face, said with a matter-of-fact tone.

  Zhao Menfeng seemed to have not heard the two people's conversation, his tightly furrowed eyebrows had not completely relaxed, and his hand slowly loosened its grip on the injured person's leg. Only when the silver light points had fully merged into the fracture wound did he open his mouth to say: "Stand up and try it out, don't use too much force, see if you can walk now?"

  The wounded man's eyes were filled with a hint of incredulity, and he didn't get up. Instead, he asked, "Really can stand up and walk? Old Zhao, although it doesn't hurt now, after all, it's a fracture! How is it possible to be cured now? You're not joking, are you?"

  Zhao Menhong said: "Are you kidding? Get up and walk around to see!"

  The injured person hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up with the support of others, carefully took three or four steps forward, and only then turned around to say in surprise: "It's okay? Although it still hurts a little, I can feel that my leg is really better."

  "Over the next two days, don't engage in strenuous exercise and stop working. After resting for two days, you'll be back to normal."

  The middle-aged wounded man nodded quickly and looked at Zhao Menfeng with gratitude, thanking him repeatedly.

  Other wounded people, with excited expressions on their faces, had originally planned to go to the hospital, but a colleague who was familiar with them highly recommended that Zhao Lao use talismans to treat injuries, which were very effective. Moreover, they also knew that the injured colleague's injuries had recovered in just two days before, so they came here with a mixture of trust and doubt.

  The effect is very good.

  They are laborers who earn their living by hard work. If they miss work due to injury, it is a great loss for them and their families, and the economic burden will also increase. Now being able to rest for two days is like nothing happened, which is undoubtedly a great joy for them.

  The other dozen or so wounded men stared at Zhao Menfeng with eager eyes, as well as the stack of talismans in his hand.

  Healing Sign!

  Wang Ke looked at the remaining talismans in Zhao Men Feng's hand with excitement, his heart already roaring: This is absolutely a healing talisman, a talisman with an extremely powerful healing effect.

  About the symbols, he had looked up information on the internet before and was reminded that there were many types of symbols. The most common ones he remembered were: attack symbol, healing symbol, strength symbol, speed symbol, stealth symbol, gravity symbol, etc.

  He had seen the attacking talisman before, but the one in front of him was absolutely a healing talisman.

  Study!

  Must think of ways to master this skill of making symbols.

  Wang Ke's fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes showed a resolute expression.

  Zhao Menfeng turned his head to look at Wang Ke, whose body was slightly trembling, fists clenched, with a look of yearning and determination on his face. A strange smile appeared on that old face.

  He then walked towards other wounded men and used the same mysterious healing symbol on them. In just five minutes, four minutes later, seven wounded men had been cured by him using the healing symbol.

  At this moment, his hands were empty, and the healing symbol was used cleanly.

  Lisuo stood upright, Zhao Men Feng shook his head and sighed: "I only have seven treatment talismans, so I can only treat seven wounded people. Now the seven most seriously injured among you have been treated by me, so there's nothing I can do for the others. Send them to the hospital!"

  Is it used up?

  The other wounded men who had not received treatment looked even more miserable. They had seen hope, but Zhao Menfeng's words shattered their hopes once again.

  How much does it cost to go to the hospital? And how much suffering will I have to endure?

  Even if the contractor would compensate them with some money, given the contractor's stingy personality, it wouldn't be much!

  Waste money, suffer, and delay work.

  The other injured workers, with pitiful expressions, begged Zhao Menfeng: "Mr. Zhao, please be kind! My family has elderly and young children at home, all waiting for me to earn money. If I don't recover from this injury soon, not only will it delay my earning and suffering, but my family doesn't have much money to begin with, and that contractor is a stingy person, where would I get the money to treat this injury?"

  "Really! Mr. Zhao, can you help me? You have treated them with treatment symbols, so you must be able to think of a way. We people, every day we are frugal and work hard to make money, it's because our family is too poor. If we go to the hospital for treatment, we'll spend money and suffer, the most terrible thing is that for a long time after that, we won't be able to work on the construction site! A hundred days of injury, if we can't earn money during these hundred days, I'm afraid I won't even have enough money to pay for my child's school meals!"

  "Old Zhao, my mother is getting old and now she's just a medicine bottle. Without medication, I don't know if she can survive. Please help us out, sir! Your great kindness will be remembered by our family for generations to come."

  “……”

  In the pitiful and mournful voices, even one of them had a sob in his voice.

  They get up early and work late every day, only returning to the temporary shed to rest when they are exhausted. Sometimes they even can't afford to buy food, so they just eat a few cold steamed buns to fill their stomachs, saving money for their families.

  They are all tall and strong men, but they persist in the wind and rain, struggling in a poor life.

  If Zhao Menfeng could cure their injuries with his magical healing charms, they would all be willing to kneel down and kowtow to express their gratitude to the old man!