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Chapter 20

"Doctor Wang, please save Brother Qin!"

"Shark Yarn Grass?!" "It's not easy for you to find it! Now you, Brother Qin, are really saved!" Doctor Wang said as he went to decoct the medicine.

"Doctor Wang, I still have this!" Wan'er stretched out her hand, the warm bead still in her palm.

"Shark! Shark tears!!" Dr. Wang almost couldn't stop, he stepped back a few steps and supported the table before he could barely stop, pointed at the beads in Wan'er's hand and said, "Why do you have shark tears?"

"me......"

"Sin, sin!" Doctor Wang suddenly knelt down, "Sin--"

"Take a thousand years of spiritual energy to exchange a mortal's life span of more than a hundred years..." Doctor Wang suddenly turned around and pointed at Wan'er and scolded, "I'm not telling you to be greedy! Why don't you listen? You know the life of a mermaid There is only one tear. You not only killed a mermaid, you also ruined my old man’s life. I have saved people all my life, but I never thought of killing the Holy Spirit! Why don’t you listen to me... .”

Wan'er listened blankly, as if she couldn't understand a word.

She kicked Dr. Wang out.Random ground shark gauze was stuffed into Brother Qin's mouth, but Brother Qin couldn't swallow it at all, so she poured it in with water.But it's all useless.

Brother Qin is dead.Shark yarn grass is useless.

Wan'er held the shark's tears, looked at Brother Qin who was lying motionless on the bed, and stepped back step by step.She retreated until the door hit the door panel, and she suddenly woke up like a startle, and rushed out with the shark tearing away.

She won't give it!

She won't give it!

She won't give it!

Wan'er doesn't seem to be crying anymore.

The last time she cried was on the ninth day when the sea was broken into pieces of the setting sun, for whom she sang the fisherman's song over and over again.

From knowing love and hate singing to how much separation.

Then it was dawn.

Like a dream, maybe woke up, maybe not yet.

Day after day, year after year, Wan'er wandered on the shore of the East China Sea holding a warm bead, watching the tide rise and the sunset, humming the same song over and over again.

But the person who sang never came back.