The old nine-door one eight mausoleum-style fake counselor Ba Ye

Zhang Qishan carefully recalled for a long time, how he aroused Qiongqi's power just now, tried several methods, but still couldn't figure it out, if it wasn't for the fragments of memory in his mind still appearing intermittently, reminding him that everything was not an illusion, He probably suspected that what he had just experienced was a demon caused by some unknown toxin.

In fact, at the beginning, he, the second master and the ninth master fell into a coma together. It seemed that an inexplicable force had shocked their minds, causing them to fall into their own inner world and be entangled by the fear in their hearts.

The illusion that Zhang Qishan saw, the Zhang family moved southward, his father died in front of him, and he was imprisoned, all flashed in front of his eyes for a moment before being covered up by a blood red, and he couldn't see anything except blood. It turned out that he lost his direction in the weird fog, ran around, and still couldn't find the exit. Just when he was about to give up in frustration, he vaguely heard Lao Ba calling him, telling him to help, Then he...

"I can't remember it, I can't remember it at all. It seems that someone has placed a barrier in his memory, firmly blocking his thoughts." Zhang Qishan pressed his throbbing forehead, looked up at the room in the room. It was a mess, and he couldn't help sighing. He thought that covering the sky with one hand in Changsha would be enough to protect Lao Ba, but now it seems that it is far from it.

Zhang Qishan shook his head, shook off the complicated thoughts in his mind, went to the corner to pick up Yin Xinyue who was in a coma, and sent her back to her own room, and then went to the first floor to wake up the second master and Jiu who were still in a coma Lord.

"Second Master, Old Ninth, wake up, Old Eight has succeeded."

"How is the girl? I'm going to see him now."

"How is the eighth?"

As soon as Xie Jiuye and Er Yuehong opened their eyes, they each became anxious. Er Yuehong didn't care about etiquette, so she lifted up her clothes and ran upstairs to the guest room.

"Lao Ba was injured a little, resting in my bedroom."

"I'm going to check on his injuries."

Xie Jiuye took off his glasses, lowered his head and wiped them, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and when he put them back on, his usual smile returned to his face.

"Go up by yourself, I'll go see the Second Master and the others."

Zhang Qishan had a lot of doubts in his mind, but now is not the right time for him to answer his doubts, so he can only deal with the situation in front of him patiently.

Xie Jiuye nodded slightly, went upstairs with Zhang Qishan, and entered the bedroom alone.

"Old Eight, how are you doing?"

Master Xie Jiu closed the bedroom door with his backhand, and moved another chair to sit in front of Ling Duan.

"It's okay, just rest for a few days. Is the girl awake?"

Ling Duan suffered from severe chest pains. He could not fall asleep even after lying on the bed for a long time. He wanted to sit up, but his arms were weak. Now Master Xie Jiu came. Ling Duan could only pull down the quilt and show his head to talk to Master Xie say.

"I don't know, I don't care."

Seeing Ling Duan's pale face, Xie Jiuye took two deep breaths, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and reached out to gently touch Ling Duan's forehead. "Your head is covered in cold sweat. You must have suffered an internal injury. The pain is severe."

"Well, a little bit. It will be fine in a few days. Don't prescribe those bitter medicines for me again."

Ling Duan curled his lips, remembering the traditional Chinese medicine Xie Jiuye prescribed for him last time, it was more impressive than his injuries.

"That's impossible. I not only want to prescribe you a decoction, but also double the amount of Coptis chinensis, so that someone who loves to lie can have a long memory."

Xie Jiuye saw Ling Duan begging him with a bitter face, and unconsciously eased his expression, and the violence in his heart was also a little less.

Ling Duan raised his head to look at Master Xie Jiu, thinking that Master Xie knew about his condition, so he had nothing to hide, so he simply stretched out his arms to signal Master Jiu to pull him to sit up and talk.

"Old Nine, am I the kind of person you said? Wasn't I forced by the situation? If I said I was not in danger, would you let me go? You see, I am in such a miserable state now, and you still have the heart to give it to me?" Do I prescribe such a bitter decoction? Double the number of Coptis chinensis? Your heart is too cruel..."

"If I can really be ruthless towards you, the girl died before entering the gate of Zhang's mansion."

Xie Jiuye took a soft pillow to cushion Ling Duan's waist, pulled the quilt that was messed up by Ling Duan to cover his legs, and then sat back on the chair.

"Old Nine..."

"Xie San next to me is the best at long-distance attack. I asked him to wait for my signal on the distant roof early."

Xie Jiuye pulled Ling Duan's wrist and examined him carefully for a long while, and he had some basic judgments about the injuries in his body. Coupled with the scene he saw in the illusion, he couldn't help but feel very scared, and what he regretted was that he softened his heart for a while. , Let the old bastard commit such a serious crime.

"Old Jiu, don't be angry, wait for me to recover, I'll treat you to dinner? Cough..."

Seeing Xie Jiuye's cold face, Ling Duan was at a loss for words for a while, so he could only laugh a few times dryly, which affected the injuries in his body again.

Seeing Ling Duan coughing, Xie Jiuye's face flushed, and he quickly leaned over to give him a sigh of relief.

"Old Ba, why don't you go to my house to recuperate. I am proficient in medical science and few people visit me in the backyard. It is very suitable for you to recuperate."

"I'm pretty good at Buddha's place. I'm used to his chef's cooking. It's better not to toss back and forth."

"Old man, Buddha has too many people in his heart, and too many responsibilities on his shoulders. If you follow him, you will not have a peaceful life. I know you don't care about fame, wealth and honor at all, so why not..."

"Old Jiu, this time it was just an accident. I know you are worried about me. Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again in the future." Ling Duan waved his hand, interrupting Master Jiu's words.

Xie Jiuye swallowed the sentence on his lips, why don't you come to me, he is crazy to say this at this time, he is just afraid, afraid that he will keep holding back, one day I won't even have a chance to say...

Master Xie Jiu raised his head and looked at the furnishings of the room. Some of the things that the Buddha used to use were placed brightly around the room. The old eighth was injured and had only been recuperating in the Buddha's bedroom. I don't have a chance to say it, that's okay, that's okay!In the troubled times, the most important thing for him is to pass on the centuries-old foundation of the Baojie family, and the love between his children must always be put behind him. If someone like Lao Ba really followed him, he would be wronged.

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