Gui Jianchou and his Ghost Servants have fallen ill, a disease that is contagious as soon as they speak.
By the looks of it, they are quite sick; Gui Jianchou has been clutching his chest, and even standing up is difficult for him.
The Ghost Servant held up a piece of white paper, bowing towards Li Banfeng, hoping he would plead with Sun Tiecheng on their behalf to save their lives.
But since they wanted to find Sun Tiecheng, why did they come to Songling Village? Shouldn't they go to Fool's City?
Li Banfeng still couldn't figure out the situation. He said to the others, "Senior Brother is in the city, right?"
Gui Jianchou nodded repeatedly.
Li Banfeng said, "You all wait here, I'll go find him right away."
The village of Songling was empty, leaving only Gui Jianchou and his Ghost Servants. Where had the villagers gone? Where was Mao Caoye?
First, let's find Senior Brother Sun, cure Gui Jianchou, and upon asking, things should become clear.
Just as Li Banfeng was about to leave, he suddenly saw a man in his forties, wearing a white jacket and black trousers, with his hair neatly combed, arrive in front of the farmhouse.
"Why are you here?" The man stared at Gui Jianchou, looking him up and down. Judging from his words, these two should know each other.
Gui Jianchou bowed again to the man; beside him, the Ghost Servant held up a piece of white paper, on which was written:
"We've fallen ill, a disease that transmits through speech. We beg you to save us."
Is this man a Medical Cultivator?
To be able to cure such a strange disease, his medical skills must be high.
The man let out a cold laugh, "How amusing. You came here, almost causing disaster. Why should I save you?"
Gui Jianchou gave the Ghost Servant a glance, and the servant quickly wrote, "Because you are the world's number one hero, because you are the world's greatest hero, you can't bear to see people dying without helping!"
The man snorted, "What's the use of flattering words?"
After speaking, the man took Gui Jianchou's wrist and checked his pulse.
After checking the pulse, the man slightly stroked his beard and let out a long sigh, "Strange, truly strange."
Gui Jianchou pursed his lips, wanting to complain but not daring to speak.
A nearby Ghost Servant held up white paper, "Do you understand medicine?"
The man shook his head and answered very honestly, "No!"
Li Banfeng didn't know how to describe this.
He didn't understand medicine, so what was he checking for?
Gui Jianchou's actions were even more puzzling; he seemed to know this man didn't know medicine, so why was he still pleading for help?
The man stood up and said to Gui Jianchou, "Enough, I'm soft-hearted, I'll give you one chance, just one,
if you win, I'll help you cure your illness; if you lose, leave immediately, even if you can't walk, you have to have your people carry you out, and you can't even leave your corpse here. Do you agree?"
What does that mean—does he want to duel?
Gui Jianchou doesn't seem fit for a duel in his current state.
Gui Jianchou looked serious and nodded to the man.
"Alright!" The man took out a dice cup, placed three dice into it, and began to shake it up and down.
Turns out, it's a dice gamble.
The man's technique was extremely skillful; the dice cup started in his right hand, spun around his head three times, then switched to the left hand, gliding across the back of his hand to the shoulder, from the left shoulder to the right shoulder, and then back to the right hand.
The dice cup flew into the air when he flicked his right fingertip; when it fell, the man quickly caught and pressed it onto the table, instructing Gui Jianchou, "Place your bets!"
Gui Jianchou looked at the Ghost Servant, who brought the paper closer to Gui Jianchou.
Gui Jianchou clutched his chest and dipped a brush in ink, writing one character on the paper: "Big!"
The man said to Gui Jianchou, "Think carefully, this is a gamble for your life, no regrets when it lands!"
Gui Jianchou nodded vigorously, indicating he would not regret it at all.
"Alright! Open!" The man uncovered the dice cup; the three dice showed four, five, and six—a big result, indeed.
The man remained silent for a long time and then sighed, "Fine, it's destiny, I'll save you this time, unrelated persons, please step aside."
The unrelated person, being Li Banfeng.
Upon hearing this, Li Banfeng quickly exited the courtyard, and the two Ghost Servants closed the gate.
With Li Banfeng's current cultivation level, he had plenty of means to peek or eavesdrop, but he didn't. Gui Jianchou was asking for medical help, and he couldn't disrupt serious matters out of curiosity.
After more than half an hour, the door opened.
Gui Jianchou was expressing his utmost gratitude to the man, "Junior Brother Song, I owe you my life, my whole family is in your debt, just say the word whenever you need anything."
Gui Jianchou dared to speak now.
This proved that he was cured.
Is this man his Junior Brother?
Gui Jianchou introduced, "Old Qi, this is my junior brother, named Song Qianhun, a master of two doors, and in my eyes, he's a dragon among men, the very peak of talent!"
Song Qianhun sneered, "Such fawning words, and you can still say them? A hypocrite like you is truly detestable!"
Having said this, Song Qianhun took out his Folding Fan, fanned it twice, and looked quite pleased.
He didn't seem too disgusted.
Song Qianhun, the name is quite unique, and given he's Gui Jianchou's junior brother, he should be a Nightmare Cultivator.
Gui Jianchou said he was a master of two doors; what's his other cultivation level? Is he a Medical Cultivator?
But he just said he doesn't understand medicine.
Song Qianhun and Li Qi exchanged a few polite words, considered as having made acquaintances, then Song Qianhun continued to tell Gui Jianchou, "Senior Brother, I've figured out your symptoms, but how you got ill, I still can't comprehend. I've never heard of a disease that spreads through speech."
Gui Jianchou didn't dare tell the truth. Going to Sage Peak was a task from Sun Tiecheng; even with a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to reveal it.