God-level treasure digging system

Chapter 166 Mom's Suspicion

As Zhang Wei pierced Li Xian's various acupuncture points one by one with silver needles, he could clearly feel a numb, sore, itchy feeling in his wound, as if there were many ants crawling on it. Comfortable but a little unbearable.

"Thank you, Master Zhang." Li Xian could only nod his thanks as the silver needles were inserted into his entire arm.

"You don't have to thank me. After inserting the last needle, it's none of my business." Zhang Wei said, continuing to take out the silver needle from his pocket.

But this time, something unexpected happened after he put his hand in.

Because he found that the pocket was empty, and there was no silver needle at all.

"How is this going?"

Zhang Wei frowned, and searched in his pockets with both hands, but even after searching, he still didn't find any silver needles.

After searching for many times to no avail, Zhang Wei couldn't help thinking: "Could it be that this Bian Que Magic Needle will be used up one day?"

From the very beginning when he learned how to use silver needles in the Miracle Medicine Book, Zhang Wei found that no matter how he used them, the silver needles would not decrease very much, so he thought that there was an unlimited supply of these things, so he used them once and again, unscrupulously.

But today he realized that he was really wrong.

"Oh, forget it, isn't it just silver needles? Anyway, you can buy them in hospital pharmacies and so on. If you don't have them, they will be gone."

The matter has come to this point, Zhang Wei is too lazy to care.

After all, for him at present, this thing is only used as a silver needle, and he has not discovered its efficacy.

"Master Zhang, what are you..." Li Xian noticed Zhang Wei's strangeness, and asked cautiously.

"Oh, the silver needles are used up, please press the last acupuncture point yourself, it will take about 15 minutes." Zhang Wei said indifferently.

"En." Li Xian nodded, and pressed his left index finger on it.

After 15 minutes, Zhang Wei took off all the silver needles on Li Xian's arm.

Now it is not as rich as it was before, and it can no longer be used as a one-time use.

After some treatment, Li Xian could clearly feel the retelling of his injury. In this short 15 minutes, he felt like the century-old ginseng soup that Yan Xin gave him back then.

"I didn't expect that at such a young age, Master Zhang not only practiced well, but also had such superb medical skills. It really opened my eyes, Li Xian."

Zhang Wei smiled lightly and said, "Is there anything else? I'll go home first."

"It's okay, it's okay, please." Li Xian sent Zhang Wei away respectfully with a smile.

When Zhang Wei came home, he saw his mother was wiping tears on the sofa alone. Dingjun and Dingyuan also stayed beside his mother quietly. Sadness can't be concealed.

Zhang Wei was puzzled, and thought to himself, "Could it be the death day of my father or grandpa and grandma today?"

"Hey, big brother, you're back?" Ding Jun said in surprise when he saw Zhang Wei who was changing his shoes.

"Well, I'm back, what's the matter with you all wiping tears?" Zhang Wei pointed at the three of them, but looked at his mother.

"You still have the nerve to say it? Didn't you see so many people looking for you at the door? You dare to come back."

Zhang Wei continued to ask: "And then?"

"Then Auntie thought that you would be beaten to death by them, so she was sad here." Ding Yuan said.

"Well, Auntie has already prepared all the incense and paper money, just waiting for you to be beaten to death." Ding Jun said seriously with his small eyes open.

What?Just wait for me to be beaten to death?

Why did Zhang Wei feel that this sounded weird?

"Mom, don't cry. Look, I'm back. Well, I haven't even broken my skin." Zhang Wei knelt down and grabbed Zhang Ma's hand, and gently placed it on his face.

"Can you survive the first day of the junior high school and escape the fifteenth day?" Mama Zhang gave Zhang Wei an angry look, and another string of sad tears fell down.

"I didn't escape back." Zhang Wei said in surprise.

Didn't my mother lie on the window sill to watch her "heroic deeds"?

Indeed, when Zhang Ma saw Zhang Wei waving to her, she was so frightened that she closed the door curtain, went inside to prepare paper money and joss sticks, and waited for the neighbors to report the funeral.

"Then how did you come back? Are those people willing to let you go?" Mama Zhang stopped crying suddenly, and looked at Zhang Wei suspiciously.

"Why don't you let me go, I don't have any grudges with them, it's just a misunderstanding. And there is Master Li from the martial arts gym to mediate, so there is nothing wrong with it." Zhang Wei patiently explained to his mother.

Zhang Ma looked at Zhang Wei suspiciously, "I don't believe it, I want to go outside and have a look."

With that said, she walked towards the window sill wearing her slippers.When she opened the curtain to look, she happened to see Li Xian leaving with Yan Xin's men.

Before Zhang Wei left, he asked Li Xian to take Yan Xin's people back, otherwise his mother would definitely think that Zhang Wei was lying when she saw the vicious big men surrounded outside the community.

"How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I?" Zhang Wei quietly stood behind Mama Zhang, holding his mother's shoulders with both hands.

"Hmph! Brat, I warn you, I only have a son like you now, you better take it easy for me. If you die, I won't be able to survive." Mother Zhang warned Zhang Wei angrily.

"Don't worry, mom, in order to let you live a long life, I plan to live 99 years for your son."

"Brat, you know poverty. By the way, how did you get into trouble with these social gangsters?" Zhang Ma suddenly asked seriously.

"Mom, did you forget that I asked you to bring the money that night? The injured guy was not convinced, so he asked someone to come."

Zhang Ma nodded, and suddenly cursed viciously: "You bastard, why didn't you get beaten to death at that time. If you dare to trouble my son, aren't you afraid that your son will not have holes in his eyes?"

After saying a word, Zhang Ma raised her head and looked at Zhang Wei, "Forget about the bravery you did last time, you have to be careful in the future, don't join in all the fun. When you become a people's hero, your mother will become a hero." A widowed old man."

"Okay, I promise you, mom! In order for you to have someone to die and hold a grandson in your arms when you grow old, I will take good care of myself." Zhang said in a serious manner.

"That's right. This is my mother's good son." Zhang Ma couldn't help smiling when she said that. "Find something to do yourself first. I'll go and clean up those shrouds and white cloths first, and then make food."

Even the shroud is ready...

Zhang Wei only felt that countless blackbirds flew over his head, and even pooped all over his body.

Mom just got half of it, suddenly turned around and folded back, staring at Zhang Wei closely and asked.

"There is one more thing I forgot to ask you."

"what's up?"

"How did you get so much money under your bed?" Zhang Ma said with a serious face.

When Zhang Wei asked his mother to take the money, he knew that this matter could not be avoided, so he was already prepared.

He unhurriedly took out a folded old lottery ticket from his underwear pocket, shook it in front of his mother, and whispered, "I won the lottery ticket."

"Really?" Mama Zhang obviously didn't believe it, she took the lottery ticket and looked at it for a long time.

Since he wanted to do a good job of this scam, how could Zhang Wei not prepare a few more hands.

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, I'll check it out for you."

As Zhang Wei said, he took out his mobile phone and Baidu gave out the winning numbers before, and then put it in front of Mama Zhang, showing her the matching numbers one by one.

Seeing that the number on the mobile phone and the lottery number in Zhang Wei's hand were exactly the same in number and date, Zhang's mother believed Zhang Wei's lie.

In order to create this perfect lie, Zhang Wei went to the lottery center to buy the winning numbers of the previous lottery, and then asked the experts on the street to help change the date and number of the lottery. People, totally enough.

And he did succeed.

After believing that Zhang Wei won the lottery, the expression on Zhang Ma's face changed significantly.

She hit Zhang Wei hard and scolded: "You brat, you didn't tell me such a big thing. If you told me earlier, I would have the money to play mahjong with Auntie Li next door, I haven't played mahjong for three months."

Zhang Wei suddenly burst into sweat, with such a mother, what else can he say.

"Then you can get it under the bed later, and beat it as much as you want, okay?"

"Bah! Don't you have a long-term mind, kid? If you beat too much, I will win your Aunt Li and ruin your fortune. What will the neighbors think of me? Who will ask me to play mahjong in the future?"

Zhang Wei deserved a thumbs up for his mother in his heart, and sighed secretly: "Mom, you are the best, and my son will obey."

As soon as she thought that she could play mahjong again in the future, Mama Zhang immediately felt at ease, even walking while humming.

Zhang Wei watched his mother continue to go into the house to pack things, but found that a stack of newspapers had fallen from the crook of his arm when his mother was lifting the curtain.

"Mom, it's gone, it's gone." Zhang Wei yelled, but he didn't get a response from his humming mother.

"Hey, people are almost overwhelmed with mahjong." Zhang Wei shook his head, stepped forward to pick up the newspaper, and planned to throw it on the table inside the house.

He took the newspaper, flipped through it, and found that it was some old newspapers from five or six years ago.

Randomly flipping through the news twice, it was all useless or outdated news, Zhang Wei didn't think there was anything to read, so he just left it on the table casually.

The newspaper fell from the air to the table, and a few pages were accidentally turned over.

And it was these few pages that made Zhang Wei's body turn back.

Just as he was turning around, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a picture in the newspaper that made him feel familiar, which made him turn back.

"How can I still be familiar with things from four or five years ago?" Zhang Wei couldn't help thinking strangely.

At that time, it was high school, with heavy studies and no time to read newspapers at all, which was what made him feel strange.