The miracle doctor just laughed. "Okay," he nodded, and continued, "if one day you ask a friend to help you, it's a very small thing, and it's not difficult at all, but this friend of yours caught a flash flood while crossing a small river and drowned. He turned around and opened the lid of the pot, and there was a burst of hot smoke inside, and the doctor covered his upper body.

The little shell took time to drink the wine and fill it up again.

The doctor raised his eyebrows and looked back at the small shell, still leaning against the edge of the stove. "What would you think?"

There was only a polite smile on the face of the small shell. "If I hadn't stopped you, you'd say you drowned?"

"Hah," the doctor chuckled and shook his head. "I will change the amorous way of death, such as being sent undercover Daichun Pavilion. And he said, "Do you think that the man's death has anything to do with you?"

The little shell was stunned. It's laughing, but it's undoubtedly a profound topic.

After a while, Xiao Shell said: "Alas, this ...... How so?"

"You can't tell you, I'll tell you for you. The divine doctor continued: " Do you remember that the landlord told a story, there was a person looking for a famous god operator Mr. to tell his fortune, Mr. said that this person will be poked to death by the horns of a certain year, month and day, this person went home and hid in the attic, ordered the family not to put livestock into the yard, he thought that it was foolproof, and so Mr. said that the day of death at dusk, this person was complacent and thought that the death period would pass by himself to escape a catastrophe, then suddenly felt itching in the ear, so he used a hairpin made of horns to dig the ear, and the elbow was slapped by the window sash that was blown by the wind, so the hairpin was poked into the ear, and he was poked to death。 ”

Xiao Shell nodded, and said with a blank look: "This is what I heard from the rabbit at home." ”

The divine doctor said: "What do you think is going on? Is this man trying in vain to change his fate, he should have let the horns of the ox be poked to death, but he stayed away from the livestock, but the number has been determined, even if he is not a living creature, this person will die from the horns? Or is it that the fixed number is the horn hairpin, and the fortune teller is not allowed to divulge the secret of heaven, or he does not see the will of heaven and only says it according to the hexagram, and this person also believes that the 'horn poke to death' is just a possibility of being hit by a live cow and killed, and the fate has another arrangement?"

Xiao Shell was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "It's all possible." ”

"And what do you think of the imaginary drowning man?" said the doctor, who was expressionless, but looked directly at the little shell, "will you have such luck, if you don't ask him for help, he will drown in that river by then?" Or do you think that if you don't call him there that day, he probably won't die?"

Xiao Shell shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do." Soon he added: "But it is inevitable that you will blame yourself." After all, on the surface, it does seem to be related to me. ”

"That's it. The doctor nodded. Turn around and lift the spatula and turn it inside the pot.

But he didn't say anything for a while.

The little shell is in a hurry. Knowing that he meant something but gave up halfway, he was like hanging a curtain and scratching his boots, and his heart was like a thousand burrs, itchy and painful but unable to scratch.

Xiao Shell frowned, but still asked patiently, "What do you mean by that?"

The divine doctor was silent for a long time before he said briskly: "You can play chess, right?"

The little shell was stunned, and suddenly angry.

The divine doctor glanced back at him, smiled comfortingly, and said, "Sometimes in order to protect yourself, or to lure the enemy, you have to turn a few chess pieces into discarded pieces, knowing that you will be eaten, you have to send it into the tiger's mouth. ”

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