"Nocturnal walking is mostly caused by children, especially boys between the ages of five and twelve, one in five, often occurs at the moment of falling asleep for an hour or so, and the light one will open his eyes and stare into the air, and the adult will think that he is awake, but it is not.
The heavier person may sit up and get out of bed to move, but he will not touch or fall and get hurt, and sometimes he can do things, such as sweeping the floor, pouring water, etc., and then return to bed and fall asleep after a few minutes to half an hour, and when he wakes up, he has completely forgotten.
Old Cuihua said.
Han Sheng nodded and said, "Folk is also called sleepwalking, but it is actually a kind of epilepsy, which belongs to brain consciousness disorders. ” "That's wrong, normal people who are not sick will also have it, and the old lady can also let him sleepwalk at any time of the day and night."
Old Cuihua said with a smile.
"Of course, you can just lean over."
Han Sheng said disapprerovingly.
Lao Cuihua snorted and said, "It's not possession, it's hysteria." ” "Hysteria."
Han Sheng was stunned.
"That's right, hysteria.
I can use her senses of sight, smell and hearing to trigger hysteria, just as the two immortals of the fox and yellow use their farts to lure the women into evil.
Old Cuihua said proudly.
"Well, so what," Han Sheng asked with interest.
"You know someone who has hysteria and fell off a cliff unscathed, and that's because he's still sleepwalking, and his whole body's consciousness and even his heart, neuromuscular bones and even hair are completely relaxed, and people can't do it when they're awake."
Lao Cuihua explained.
Han Sheng seemed to gradually understand: "Oh, those high monks in the temple who meditate and meditate are trying to achieve such a state of complete relaxation with their minds, and then unexpected functions will appear. ” "Well, you kid is really different from a kitchen cutter and shaving his head, and the son is really teachable."
Old Cuihua smacked her lips in satisfaction.
"Is hysteria of any use?"
asked Han Sheng cautiously.
Lao Cuihua smiled mysteriously and said: "You listen, the most common hysteria of ordinary people can be temporarily intermittent to open the eyes of the heavens, see some dirty things, and it is very easy for the old cow to hold his breath, after holding his breath and convulsions, he can communicate with some small animals and fairies such as crows, rabbits, hedgehogs and even yellow skins, these belong to small fights, and they can often be seen in the rural areas of Kanto." ” "What about the highest level of hysteria," Han Sheng asked impatiently.
"The highest level is currently not yet attainable, it requires arduous cultivation, and it is said that you can smell like a wolf, sound like a dog, and see like a fly."
Old Cuihua said vaguely.
"Are you kidding like a fly?"
asked Han Sheng in surprise.
"Well, the sense of hearing and smell is actually only a cut higher than that of ordinary people, but don't underestimate the ability of flies, people who practice hysteria magic skills, the most powerful thing is that they can be like flies, and their reaction speed can be increased by 200 times."
Lao Cuihua said.
"Hysteria miracle" is cold and enduring.
"Listen well," Lao Cuihua said dissatisfied, "Looking out in the eyes of flies, the speed of people swinging the fly swatter is extremely slow, 200 times slower, so as long as it has paid attention to you, it can run away calmly. ” "Don't learn that boxing method or anything," Han Sheng asked.
"Of course, if you think about it, if a gun hits, you can easily avoid it, and you can even grab it in your hand, do you say it's powerful?"
muttered Lao Cuihua.
"Ah" Han Sheng was dumbfounded, for a long time, relieved himself, and stammered, "No matter how fast any master's punches, kicks, slashes, and stabs become slow motion, I can punch him in the chin after he stretches out his hand, haha, too, great." ” Lao Cuihua said solemnly: "But you must know that you have no other martial arts, your fists and feet are weak, and it is difficult to hurt the opponent's vital point." ” "It doesn't matter, you can buckle your eyes and kick the crotch and kick the second child" Han Sheng got carried away, and found that he also knew a lot of indiscriminate methods.
Old Cuihua smiled.
"It's amazing, the green sac corpse clothes plus hysteria magic skills, I don't have to worry about those bad guys on the rivers and lakes anymore, old Cuihua, teach me hysteria magic skills."
Han Sheng said eagerly.
"You must not let anyone know about this, can you do it?"
said Lao Cuihua.
"Never tell anyone."
Han Sheng swore an oath.
The moonlight is cold, the cold air hits people, and the heaven and earth are solemn Hansheng sat cross-legged on the snow, and he fell into deep thought Zhu Hansheng, the son of an ordinary rural barefoot doctor in Wuyuan, Jiangxi, got the Qing Capsule Sutra and the Corpse Clothes Sutra left in the world by chance.
He rejected Xiangxi Laosuo's "Thirty-six Heavenly Rulers" ghost valley secret technique, and did not want to practice the "Zhu You Divine Skill" of the Hakka Virgin Mother-in-law, after all, she personally killed the parents of Master Liu Jinmo, and the apprentices of Yang Gongyin and Jing Taiji, who were inferior to a group of beasts, and indirectly killed her father and Lan'er's mother.
Moreover, what if the martial arts are extremely high, today's society is no longer the era of the ancient times when there was recklessness everywhere, golden iron horses, and murder like hemp, but now there are the revolutionary committees of the people's governments, the public security bureaus, and the courts, and killing people is to pay for their lives.
What's more important is that there are guns now, no matter how high the martial arts are, what is the use of Zhu Biao is an obvious example, a dog tag in his hand, he will beat the old woman, if it is a machine gun But what I have seen and heard since I was a child is that in the world, either bad people kill good people, or good people kill bad people, but more often than not, one group of ordinary people kills another group of ordinary people in a daze, just like the previous wars and cultural revolutions.
In the past few months, he has witnessed too much blood, and it was not until the death of his father and Lan'er's mother that his heart was deeply shaken, and Han Sheng finally understood a truth, no outsider can protect himself and his relatives.
Now, since Lao Cuihua has the "hysteria magic skill" that can't even hit with a gun, and she doesn't have to spend too much time learning any martial arts routines, internal skills and other tedious things, why not do it herself I originally thought that as long as I cared about the common people and became a good doctor, I could hang the pot to help the world, but it was not feasible in the real society, and I must protect each other with strong martial arts, so that I could really hang the pot to help the world and benefit the poor people.
Although he needs to overcome the five major difficulties such as "old cow holding his breath", "hysteria", "mental breakdown", "returning to the light", and "looking at people with the eyes of a fly", he believes that with time, he will definitely be able to break through.
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And the wonderful thing about "hysteria magic" is that you can practice at night, lying on the bed with your eyes closed unconsciously, haha When Han Sheng returned to the big car shop, it was nearly midnight, and as soon as he walked into the courtyard, he saw that on the south-facing window of the main house, from the hole in the upper half of the window paper, one poked out.
Han Sheng was shocked, he lived in the south of the Yangtze River, and he had never seen such a scene, and the Kanto region was really strong.
Surprised, it shook twice, shook off the water droplets on its head, and retracted.
Immediately afterwards, another one poked out of the paper hole next to it, and with a "squeak", the water column shot out a zhang away Han Sheng walked into the house, and in the dark, the man was bare-chested, and he got into the bed as if no one was around, and went to sleep.
On the north kang, after a long day of running around, the female guests were already asleep, making a thin and even snoring sound.
"Where have you been," Feng Sheng said in a daze.
"Oh, it's convenient."
Han Sheng replied and took off his shoes and went to the kang.
"It's not a short time."
Feng Sheng muttered in his mouth.
"What is the flight speed of the bullet," Han Sheng suddenly asked Feng Sheng.
"The pistol is about 400 meters per second, which is about the speed of sound, and the rifle is about 800 meters, why do you ask this," Feng Sheng said half-asleep.
Han Sheng didn't answer, and lay on the kang and thought about it.
If the flight speed of the pistol bullet is four hundred meters per second, divided by 200, it is equal to two meters per second, well, it can definitely be caught, the rifle is twice as fast, even if you can't catch it, you can dodge it, well, the "hysteria miracle" is really an incredible stunt Ah In his sleep, Han Sheng still let out a soft laugh from time to time.
At dawn, a terrible cry woke the sleeping people Han Sheng got up and rubbed his eyes, and at this moment Feng Sheng jumped to the ground, climbed into his shoes and quickly rushed out of the door.
Outside the door of the big car shop, at the foot of the wall, there was a man who was only wearing a black cotton coat, naked inside, with an extremely distorted face, the upper body skin was pale, without a trace of blood, and a large amount of condensed black blood was splashed on the lower body, which was unbearable.
The male roots under the crotch have been cut off by Qi Brush, and they have rolled down on the snow, as ugly as a purple wrinkled sausage People gathered around, and no one could believe that it was real, that the dead man was the palm of a cart of mules and horses.
The first person to find the deceased was the shopkeeper, who was already squatting on the side in fright at the moment, trembling, and couldn't straighten his waist.
Feng Sheng turned over the body of the deceased, pressed the bright red corpse spots under the skin with his fingers, and said: "This person has been dead for three or four hours, and some of his muscles have been stiffened.