inst the door frame, sighing and complaining: "Look at you, all flustered. Qiao is much more adept than you... You brought so many machines here, aren't you worried about being bothered Can you use a...It was probably the gust of wind that blew in from the window just now, it gave us a startle at the same time it stimulated Xi Linzhou.

She suddenly opened her eyes. I hadn't noticed while driving, and the young monk exclaimed in surprise, "Master! This person is awake!"

I slammed on the brakes again in fright and immediately ducked towards the car door. Mu Wanchen turned around instantly to check, discovering Xi Linzhou completely still.

Master Huqing was also stunned, clutching his rosary beads and on high alert, while the young monk had already jumped out of the car in fright.

However, just as a pitch-black hearse had just passed by, the air outside was filled with an eerie and sinister chill. The young monk hesitated, clutching the car door handle, unsure whether to jump out or close the door.

But Xi Linzhou just stared with her eyes wide open, she didn't suddenly lash out. She was wrapped in spider silk and Huicong's monk robe, looking like a giant egg.

The spiderweb only wrapped around her face a few times, and in order to keep her from suffocating, all of her facial features were exposed.

Seeing no movement behind, I cautiously peeked. Xi Lingzhou was staring with his eyes wide open, just like that.

"This... couldn't this be the legendary returning light, could it" I whispered.

It is said that people will suddenly become lucid right before they die, and say things that seem perfectly normal.

Mu Wanchen did give her precious pills, though it was only a pinch of powder. She shouldn't die like this.

Master Huqing swayed a rosary in his hand before Xi Lingzhou, who remained motionless with his eyes unblinking.

"Is she unconscious, or blind" Master Huqing murmured in puzzlement.

"I'll get it to your house as soon as possible, if we can make it in time, there might still be hope for Lianlong." Mu Wanchen said softly: "The elixir that Mu Xiaoqiao gave me should be a life-saving elixir, but she lost too much blood, perhaps it will be difficult to save her..."

"Then, shouldn't we take her to the hospital for a blood transfusion It's not that I don't trust Lianlong's medical skills, but even Lianlong wouldn't be able to create blood for her in this situation..." I suggested softly.

"No need to create blood, implant the puppet worms, let her hang on by a thread, and then gradually detoxify to reduce the influence of the poison. After her body recovers some function, you can remove the worm."

I don't quite understand, but Master Huqing listened with great interest. He said to his young disciple, "Look, my disciple, reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. Meeting a high-ranking person can always broaden your horizons."

I told Master Huisqing, "We're keeping things low-key. Please don't go around telling everyone."

"Amitabha, Lady Donor, you worry too much. This old monk never pretends."

“...”

I didn't expect things to be this complicated.

Originally, I thought I only needed to go to the hospital to accompany her and wait for good news about Mrs. Mu's safety.

Unbeknownst to us, we encountered these group of witches. When we hurried back to the hospital, our junior wife Mu Xiaqiao was waiting for us in the hallway of the delivery room floor.

She greeted Master Huicqing with a few polite words, then lowered her voice and said to me, “Sister Zhao is dead.”

"Dead"

She furrowed her brows, her expression grave. "The windpipe was bitten, he was barely alive when he arrived and we couldn't save him," she whispered.

My goodness... This, this is just too horrible...

"Just now I heard those witches shouting and cursing, I reckon the Ma old woman's family has completely fallen apart." The young wife sighed.

I've always had a bad impression of those witches. I said with a sneer, "They are making such a fuss not because they are mourning the death of their fellow members, but because they want to consolidate their positions and inherit Madam Ma's resources, right No matter who ascends to power among them, they will surely turn all their anger on Xi Linzhou, using her destruction as capital for their own rise. We should send Xi Linzhou to the Temple of Dharma as quickly as possible. One, to see if there is any hope for her. Two, to avoid another bloody massacre."

The little wife smiled helplessly and, crossing her arms, said to me: “Xiao Yin Luo, you are actually… quite calm.”

Calm

"Though you may sometimes be boisterous and make a fuss, I see that you have your own opinions, are kind-hearted, and have no prejudices. You are always willing to help others within your abilities and never shirk responsibility. Hee hee, you indeed possess the magnanimity of a princess!"

I scratched my head, this is a compliment to me, right

Although Xi Lingzhou might not be a good person, she looks quite pitiful now. Since we found her, we naturally shouldn't pretend not to see her and let her die. If we can save her, we should. Otherwise, our conscience wouldn't allow it." The junior wife murmured softly: "Although I don't like her either…"

"Haha, don't worry about that little wife. I'll drive all night to send her to Miao Wang City right now. Let's see if she has the will to live." I said.

The young wife nodded, I turned to Huiqing monk and said: "Master, if you're going to be good people, come with us Otherwise leaving her alone in the back row, no one watching over her, I feel a chill down my spine."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind me and said, "What's with the cold shiver down your spine"

"It's Yun Fan, my master. His tone was serious, and his face…well, it was helpless."

"Whoa, Master Yunfan! Shouldn't you be inside" I was taken aback. This was the VIP area, and Master Yunfan was still wearing a sterile suit. How did he get out

He should be in there with her, supporting her through labor!

Yun Fan Shifu's expression was indescribable, as if he were smiling but also extremely conflicted.

"Brother, what are you doing What's with that expression You don't look like you're smiling, and you don't look like you're crying!" The young wife asked anxiously, "What happened"

"Nothing much happened... ah, wait, it did! He's born..." Yun Fan's master was strangely speechless.

The young wife panicked, stomped her feet and ran past Master Yun Fan to the delivery room, where the family members were.

Before he had taken two steps, he saw Master Yun Fan and his junior sister's father walking over. He raised his hand and gave Master Yun Fan a slap on the back of the head—

"Dad, what are you doing" Yun Fan's master dodged with quick eyes and hands.

"You little bastard, do you have such a preference for girls over boys! You don't even want to raise a son!"

"Damn it, I wouldn't refuse to hold her! The nurse took her away to deal with it! You won't let me hold her anymore! I just ran out for some air, you nearly scared the living daylights out of me!" Master Yunfan explained hurriedly.

>

I widened my eyes and looked at Master Yunfan. He grinned at me and said, "He's born! Another boy, Ermao."

No wonder Master Yun Fan's expression was so hard to describe - he really wanted his daughter.

"Did the nurse take him away to be treated" Yun Fan's master's father asked suspiciously. "I thought you would just leave your son inside and run out yourself again!"

"How is that possible! You old scoundrel!" Yunfan's master cried out in protest.

"Hmph, back then how did I not throw you away!"

"You dare throw My mom will throw you first!"

……

Yunfan's master and Xiao Qiao's mistress's mother, it is said that she was the heir of the Shen family's previous generation and has already passed away. Occasionally, there are some rumors to be heard, but they are distant and vague.

Judging from Master Kan Yunfan and Mistress Xiao Qiao's appearance, they must be extraordinary beauties with elegance.

When I was driving away from the hospital, out of curiosity, I asked, "I heard that witches can communicate with spirits and the deceased. Is that true"

"...Yes." Mu Wanchen nodded.

"Have Master Yun Fan and his junior wife ever considered using this method to communicate with their deceased mother Or perhaps when his junior wife went to the underworld, she didn't consider seeing her mother's spirit"

"The deceased has passed on, does it matter if we see them or not—"

>sort in the suburbs and renovated it into an ancient, heavy-looking building. A sign reading "XX Folk Research Institute" hung above the door with a notice: "Keep Out."But my brother's car has a pass...