I Know This God

Since Zhang Chuyi received the blessing of inheritance for the first time more than two months ago, Dongcheng has become no longer ordinary.

The two inheritance blessings are enough to make those people scramble to come here.

Not to mention what Zhang Chuyi did later, many people firmly believed that this ordinary town must contain a huge secret about the Eastern Gods.

Therefore, there is an endless stream of people who come to hunt for treasures, and the previous riots caused by the conflict between East and West believers did not accidentally harm Dongcheng.

Without it, the people who came here were all with the idea of ​​the Eastern gods, and the number of them greatly exceeded the believers of the Western gods.

Fortunately, Zhang Chuyi had the foresight and changed his appearance before returning.

On the street, the number of people coming and going has been several times larger than that of the original town, and from time to time someone stopped to ask questions.

There are also some people who came in from outside, with a lot of dirt on their bodies. Obviously, they came back from digging outside the city just now, and they don't know what they have dug.

Zhang Chuyi did not attract anyone's attention, walked through the crowd, and returned to Song Chi's home.

Fortunately, there is no change in Song Chi's house.

Zhang Chuyi pushed the door in, and Song Chi was making tea in the courtyard.

Seeing a stranger suddenly walked in, Song Chi couldn't help being a little vigilant.

"Who are you? Are you here to ask things again?"

In the past two months, people have come to him to ask questions, and there are only a few questions, which is really annoying.

These two days have finally stopped a bit, but I didn't expect someone to come again.

"Go out, I've finished talking about everything I know, go and find out elsewhere." Song Chi waved his hand impatiently.

Zhang Chuyi laughed twice, then said: "Uncle Song, it's me."

Hearing this familiar voice, Song Chi couldn't help but looked at Zhang Chuyi carefully.

"Xiaoyi? How have you changed? Did you go for plastic surgery?"

Zhang Chuyi was a little bit dumbfounded for a while: "I didn't have a facelift, just a little trick to change my appearance, I can change it anytime I want."

Song Chi nodded: "It's okay, you are a man of the world now, it's best not to show your true colors."

After that, Song Chi became excited, with a sense of comfort from the boss, limped over, and looked at him carefully.

"Tsk, it seems to be thinner, maybe the commander-in-chief didn't bring you food? I'm going to ask Liu Yilong for an explanation."

Song Chi really wanted to call, but Zhang Chuyi quickly stopped him when he saw it.

"Uncle Song, what are you talking about? I used to raise me as a pig in the capital, how could I lose weight." It was also when I was growing up, I would not be obese when I was eating too much, otherwise now Zhang Chuyi If you can't say it, you become a little fat man.

After Song Chi comforted him and sat down, Song Chi had long regarded Zhang Chuyi as his own son.

In addition, Zhang Chuyi had a lot of things during this period. First he gave a passionate speech on the program, and then he was beheaded by an angel phantom. Song Chi's mood was more ups and downs than a roller coaster, and there were many questions to ask.

"Xiao Yi, was it true that you were beheaded before?"

After all, I didn't see it with my own eyes. Even if my head was chopped off, I could live, and most people would not believe it.

So Song Chi thinks it's mostly acting, so that's why he asked.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Chuyi nodded and confirmed: "It is true, my head was indeed cut off at the time."

When Song Chi heard this, he was suddenly nervous: "Then you..."

Zhang Chuyi immediately explained: "However, I have acquired Monkey King's inheritance, which can protect me from being beheaded. Now that there is nothing wrong, you don't have to worry about Song Shu."

"And not only that, it's not that easy to kill me now, otherwise the capital won't dare to let me leave alone."

Zhang Chuyi spoke slowly, telling everything that happened during this period, and Song Chi's mood was ups and downs.

Song Chi couldn't help but said with emotion: "No wonder, it turns out that the Holy See and the temples are ready to go to war."

The news of the possible war was naturally not made public, but Song Chi had been on the battlefield after all, and I could more or less guess it.

At the end, Zhang Chuyi looked at Song Chi's lameness, and said, "Uncle Song, it's not just to see you when I come back. There are other things."

"what's up?"

"How did you hurt your foot back then?"

Song Chi looked at his lameness, a sadness flashed in his eyes, but anyhow, after so many years, he had accepted it.

"When I was on the battlefield of alien beasts, I was broken by a giant beast."

"At that time, the situation was critical, and I didn't get timely treatment, so I fell into this problem. Later, I couldn't help it."

Zhang Chuyi nodded, and then asked: "Can I take a closer look?"

Although Song Chi didn't know what he was going to do, he did not refuse.

After getting permission, Zhang Chuyi used the technique, stretched out his finger, and gently pressed it on his leg.

"The **** of medicine said that after the bone was broken, the position was not calibrated in time and the bone did not grow upright."

"Later, time was delayed, and trying to correct the position was a secondary injury. There was a risk of complete disability, so there was no correction."

Song Chi whispered.

Zhang Chuyi nodded, and it was true in his perception.

And because the time is too long, the dislocated bones have become crooked. Judging from the existing medical methods, if you want to get bones, there are indeed some risks.

However, in Zhang Chuyi's eyes, it is not so absolute.

The seventy-two changes included the pill talisman, and he had no choice but to be sure of these injuries.

"Uncle Song, I might have a way to recover for you."

Song Chi's eyes passed a bit of joy, but soon disappeared.

At the time of the injury, the military area hospital had no idea what Zhang Chuyi could do as a child.

Even if he has obtained the inheritance of the gods, the Monkey King is not in charge of medical skills, as the so-called professionalism is not right.

Zhang Chuyi did not argue, but withdrew his hand, and then said: "Uncle Song, you wait for me here for a while, I will get some medicine back."

With that said, Zhang Chuyi went out again.

Soon after, he grabbed back a few packets of Chinese medicine, didn't explain much, and boiled it up in the hospital for himself.

With a light blow, a string of flames emerged from the bottom of the medicine jar. Song Chi looked strangely at the side and couldn't help asking: "Xiaoyi, is it a talent of fire attribute that you opened?"

The ability to control fire can only be possessed by turning on the fire attribute talent, and Song Chi is not to blame.

Zhang Chuyi just smiled slightly: "Uncle Song, I am not a talented ability, but a supernatural power."

"I have a lot of supernatural powers. Controlling fire is just a trivial matter. Eastern gods are much more capable than Western gods. Don't be so limited in your vision."

Unexpectedly, he was educated by Zhang Chuyi, Song Chi just scratched his head and smirked without saying much, his expression on his face was relieved.