The first top lady

Black Plow Hall.

On the way to the inner courtyard, Song Yice looked around at the layout on both sides and said bluntly: "The feng shui of this courtyard is very bad. Go and invite that fortune teller named Man. Tear down what needs to be demolished!"

"Okay." Wu Kunyi immediately sent someone to invite Manhe.

Song Yixuan and Guan Qian stopped at the rest pavilion at the corner of the corridor and did not follow. Instead, they sat down face to face and played chess while listening to the sound of rain.

Sure enough, it is more comfortable to stay in a field that I am familiar with.

Shengkai almost became Song Yice's "book boy", following him around and carrying his schoolbag without complaint.

"Miss." Fu Qing couldn't suppress the joy on her face when she saw Wu Kunyi coming back safely and actually invited Song Yice.

"Miss Song and Mr. Jin are outside. Go and prepare tea and snacks." Wu Kunyi did not dare to neglect them.

Song Yice picked up the acupuncture needle again and wrapped the needle with red thread. He said calmly, "He has provoked an evil spirit and is suffering from an evil disease. Western medicine cannot find the cause of the disease, and ordinary Chinese medicine will be helpless."

"I've seen a lot of Western and Chinese doctors, but they all said there was nothing they could do." To be honest, Wu Kunyi is just trying his best to save the situation.

She did have some doubts about Song Yice's medical skills at first, but after an injection in the afternoon, Wu Lang's condition had obviously improved.

This is also the reason why she braved the rain to go to Qiongtian Yuzhe to seek medical treatment.

Song Yice has become her last ray of hope.

"There is a Yin Sha formation buried in Heili Hall. The formation has been consuming his vitality and weakening his soul for a long time. And those wronged souls are also driving his soul away because of their resentment, which led to his current state. You can understand that he has 'amnesia'." Song Yice explained slowly.

"Amnesia?" Sheng Kai asked curiously.

Song Yi pointed at Wu Lang's forehead and said, "Normal people have veins on their foreheads, but they don't fork. In other words, you can't see the multi-branched capillaries. But people with amnesia will definitely have many very obvious forked lines on their foreheads, just like this."

Sheng Kai looked in the direction of Song Yice's finger and indeed found the blue veins on Wu Lang's forehead.

Song Yice reached out and flipped open the back of Wu Lang's ear. "And dark blue veins will appear on the back of the ear. At first, the blue veins on the back of the ear will not be very obvious, but as the disease worsens, the blue veins will become longer and thicker. Once the blue veins exceed the edge of the ear string, the patient will be bedridden, almost like now. Then it will be very difficult to treat."

Wu Kunyi also stretched his neck to look at the back of Wu Lang's ear. The dark blue veins were pulling at Wu Lang's ear like vines, and had long exceeded the edge of the earlobe.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and she asked worriedly, "Can it be cured? Ah, I mean, how long can I live at most?"

"Both the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles and the Soul-Chasing Needles are used to treat evil diseases, but evil diseases are very different from each other. I only know the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, and I don't know how effective they are for evil diseases like amnesia. I can only do my best." What's more, this was his first time to "practice" on a living person.

Wu Lang's greatest contribution in his life should be this medical experiment, which will enable Song Yice to better use the Thirteen Ghost Needles to treat others in the future.

Wu Kunyi said: "Just do your best. No matter what the result is, I can accept it."

Twelve needles have been inserted into the acupuncture points.

Sheng Kai counted them again and again, wondering, "Aren't there thirteen ghost gate needles? This is only twelve."

Moreover, Song Yice didn't seem to have any intention of continuing the acupuncture.

Song Yice was too lazy to explain, so he just made up an excuse, "My master only taught me twelve needles."

"Ah? Is it possible?" Sheng Kai was puzzled and guessed in his heart, could it be that the master was afraid of being surpassed by his disciple and deliberately held back?

Song Yice glanced at him, as if he could see through Sheng Kai's thoughts, and defended him, "My master is not what you think."

"Ah? No," Shengxin said guiltily, "I didn't say anything."

Song Yice turned to look at Wu Kunyi, "I said this is karma, he must have murdered these lives. Although the thirteenth needle can completely cure him, it will only be disadvantageous to me, so I will not continue."

Sheng Kai suddenly realized, "Oh, so you can do it."

Wu Kunyi said calmly: "I know, this is enough."

She looked around the room, trying to find those invisible beings, and asked tentatively: "Then, what can I do for them?"

Song Yice took back the silver needle and carefully put it into his schoolbag. He flipped Wu Lang's eyelids, felt his pulse again, and then said, "Bury them properly."

Wu Kun nodded, frowned, and said hesitantly: "So much time has passed. The Forbidden City is not big, but it is not small either. Where should I go to find their bodies?"

Maybe only a pile of bones are left. How can she tell whether it is the person she is looking for?

Song Yice picked up his schoolbag and was about to leave. "Has the fortune teller not come yet? Ask him."

Wu Kunyi could see Song Yice's indifference and could only say that it was all their own fault, so he did not force Song Yice to stay.

"Miss Song, Master Jin," Wu Kun said as he said goodbye to Song Yixuan and the others, "what I said before about being able to help with technology is still valid."

Song Yixuan chuckled and said, "Forget it, it's all thanks to my brother. If you want to thank someone, just thank Yi Ce. This way, he will be happier."

Although Song Yice would not show his unhappiness in front of her, she could see that Song Yice was not very happy about coming to Heilitang this time.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to save this bad guy?" Song Yixuan asked in the car, "Why would you save him even if you're not happy?"

Song Yice sighed and said, "There's nothing I can do. Who made him not destined to die? Who made him meet me in his fate?"

"Did you figure that out through fortune-telling?" Song Yixuan raised his eyebrows, a sly look flashing in his eyes, "Then did you figure out that he will have another disaster tonight?"

"Huh?" Song Yice suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned his head and looked at Song Yixuan blankly, "No way? Did I miss something?"

Song Yixuan suddenly pulled out a dagger from his boots, curled his lips and smiled: "Sheng Kai, turn around! Kill people!"

That's right!

Wu Lang’s disaster tonight is her—Song Yixuan!

She wanted to go back and kill the person who had made her brother unhappy!

Sheng Kai had no doubts and just followed the order, turning the steering wheel immediately.

Song Yice had an expression that showed he saw through everything, and said helplessly, "Okay, sister, stop playing. You are not in his hexagram."

"Ah? Really?" Song Yixuan's smile froze, and he slowly lowered his arm holding the dagger. "After all, I have confronted him, so how could it not have an impact on his fate?"

"It does have an impact." Song Yi said, and suddenly thought of something, instantly perking up, "Sister, you will have a lot of interactions with that Wu Kunyi in the future."

"Oh?" Song Yixuan said with a smile, "Really?"

"Of course." Song Yice patted his chest and assured, "My divination cannot be wrong!"

……

After returning to Qiongtian Yuzhuo, Guan Qian got up from the bed in the middle of the night and secretly knocked on Song Yice's door.

"Who is it?" Song Yice got out of bed in a daze, walked to the door with his eyes closed, yawned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for you," Guan Qian paused and continued, "to tell your fortune."

Song Yice stood inside the door, hugged the pillow, and fell asleep.

Guan Qian opened his mouth and said, "I can give you money."

Song Yice straightened his neck in his sleep, stared with round eyes, and immediately pulled Guan Qian in. "With our relationship, money is not important. I have wanted to settle it for you for a long time."

You must have wanted to make money from Guan Qian for a long time.

"What do you want to calculate?" Song Yice laid out three divination tools, including coins he often used, sticks and a compass. "Fortune, career, love, marriage, children, life and death... I can calculate everything."

Guan Qian said firmly: "Even if it's me and your sister."

"My sister..." Song Yice shook the lottery tube slowly, a little hesitant.

He secretly calculated Song Yixuan's horoscope and it seemed that Guan Qian was not in his destiny.

But the reality is that Guan Qian really appeared in Song Yixuan's life.

He never found an answer to this question.

Guan Qian corrected him, "It's me and your sister! Or, your sister and I will do. It doesn't matter which order."

Song Yice: Is this the point?