The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

When it was getting dark, Qingxuan came to deliver medicine.

Being shaken awake by Ning Xinglei, Ning Xingruan opened his eyes tiredly, saw Qing Xuan holding a thermos, smiled weakly and thanked him for saving him again in the morning.

Qingxuan handed him the thermos cup, and said in a warm voice: "It's just a matter of raising your hands, and besides, it's my responsibility to make you sick like this."

After taking the thermos, Ning Xingruan smelled a familiar sweet smell, very similar to what he drank at Mr. Yu's place last night.He drank it all in one gulp, the sweet and sour medicine juice relieved the bitter taste in his mouth, after drinking the medicine, he obviously felt his headache relieved a lot, and his body became more relaxed.

Seeing that he was in better spirits, Ning Xinglei breathed a sigh of relief.After staying here all afternoon, Ning Xingruan still had a low-grade fever after receiving his IV drip, and he was so anxious that he couldn't stop.

"Brother, I'll come to accompany you tomorrow, I'll go back first."

Ning Xingruan waved his hand, thanked him and watched him go out.After the people left, he asked Qingxuan with a bitter face: "Master Daoist, what happened to me at noon?"

He briefly described what happened to him in the "dream". When it came to the male ghost, Ning Xingruan's already hot face flushed with embarrassment, and he lowered his head in embarrassment and shifted his gaze to the ground.

"...When I woke up, I thought it was a dream that I passed out with a fever, but the wound in my mouth was still there." He opened his mouth in distress and showed Qingxuan the wound, "I also wonder if it was because I knocked on the road when I fell down on the road. Arrived, but it always felt wrong.”

Qingxuan pinched his chin, leaned over and squinted his eyes to examine carefully, got up after a while and comforted him: "Your body is too weak, and you are haunted. Do you know about sleepwalking?"

Ning Xingruan nodded blankly, a little unacceptable and said: "After I fell asleep, while sleepwalking, I had such...such a ridiculous dream on the road?"

"It's not just that, your body is too weak after illness, and the three fires on your head and shoulders have dimmed, so you are easily affected by bad things." Daoist Qingxuan held back a smile and said, "Whether it's sleepwalking or the situation in the dream, It's all about them."

"...Okay." Ning Xingruan accepted Qingxuan's statement, whether it was a dream or being haunted, as long as he wasn't really being targeted by the black mist and that male ghost, he was at ease.

Qingxuan lowered his eyes slightly, played with the cup in his hand, and asked him inadvertently: "If your dream is true, what would you do? Would you ask that so-called male ghost for help?"

Ning Xingruan shivered, with a determined expression on his pale face: "I will ask you to take them in."

"That's it..." Qingxuan's smile continued, his eyes unpredictable, "Your dream reminds me of a very special fate."

"There is a kind of person who was born at a special time. From the moment of birth, they are the best delicacies in the eyes of evil things. Every drop of their blood, every inch of flesh and blood will become a great tonic for the evil things, not only that , They are also the best materials for talismans, with blood infused into cinnabar and bones used as eyes, which are more effective than any other material."

"Therefore, once this kind of person appears, whether it is an evil thing or a cultivator, they can't help but be tempted to crazily snatch even a drop of his blood. They are born to be a disaster, and if they are lucky, they will be eaten up on the spot when they are born. If so..."

Ning Xingruan's heart was beating wildly, his mouth was dry, and he subconsciously asked, "What happens if you're unlucky?"

Qingxuan sighed, with a pitiful expression: "If you are unlucky, you will naturally be raised in captivity. Slowly take blood and extract bones, peel skin and cramps, and squeeze every inch of bone and blood. In the end, even the spirit and soul can be used to the best of their ability. Pressed into Fengshui In the big formation, it is used to change fate against the sky."

Ning Xingruan looked at Qingxuan, seeing him feel pity for the unbearable fate recorded in the book, but for some reason, there was a sudden burst of great sadness in his heart. This sadness made his eyes turn red instantly, and the tears could not stop flowing down.

Qingxuan looked at him, and smiled helplessly: "Don't be afraid, my friend, this is just recorded in the book. It's my fault, I shouldn't tell you about this kind of thing at this time."

Ning Xingruan was out of breath, and he didn't know why he was like this all of a sudden, but he was caught off guard by his emotions, and he couldn't help it.

Embarrassed, he hurriedly lowered his head and wiped away his tears. This wave of emotions came and went quickly. After wiping away his tears, he has returned to normal.

Looking at Daoist Qingxuan very embarrassedly, Ning Xingruan explained that he probably had a lot of strange things recently, was depressed, and was too empathetic.

"Little friends are kind-hearted, so they shed tears for them." Qingxuan looked at Ning Xingruan with soft eyes.

Ning Xingruan sighed, he wanted to ask if there is such a special fate, even evil things are ignored, as human beings, why would they do something more cruel than evil things.But thinking about it, in front of interests, there are some people and some ghosts hidden in the human skin, and sometimes the human heart is more terrifying than ghosts.

"Okay, little friend, don't think too much, the rumors are just rumors." Qingxuan comforted, "Have a good sleep, and it will be over when you get up tomorrow."

Ning Pingyang hurried back from work at the ancestral hall, saw Qingxuan talking with Ning Xingruan, and warmly invited him to stay for dinner, Qingxuan politely declined and left.

After Qingxuan left, Ning Pingyang asked about Ning Xingruan's situation, touched his forehead and saw that his fever had subsided, and heard Ning Xingruan talk about the medicine Qingxuan sent, he couldn't help feeling that Daoist Qingxuan was a good person. Tian has taken good care of Ning Xingruan, and is more dedicated than him. In comparison, Qingxuan is more like Ning Xingruan's uncle.

Ning Xingruan was amused by his words, but speaking of it, Daoist Qingxuan treated him really well, so good that he didn't know how to repay him.

This is also an annoyance, he sighed sadly.

"Tomorrow we have to go to the ancestral hall together." Ning Pingyang said, "Hurry up in the afternoon to set up the gatehouse. To put up a plaque tomorrow, everyone in the village will go to watch the ceremony."

"I also heard in the afternoon that the two elderly people who fell ill last night are dying, but at the moment of the ceremony, we can't hold a big funeral, so we can only wait for the corpse, alas..."

There are so many people going to the ancestral hall tomorrow, Ning Xingruan is not worried about encountering anything again, so he agrees casually.Although the fever subsided, he was still very tired and went to bed early.

This time he slept very deeply, and he didn't have any more messy dreams. When he was woken up, he was in a trance for a while. It was still cloudy outside, but he was in a good mood.

When they were about to go out after dinner, it happened that Ning Xinglei came to look for him, and the three of them walked towards the ancestral hall.Passers-by were in a hurry, and when they arrived at the ancestral hall, there were already many people standing in the square in front of the gate.

At a glance, it was dark and dense, among which the elderly accounted for the vast majority.Ning Pingyang led the two of them forward, saying hello all the way, and when they came to the gate, there were two young people surrounded by a large incense burner, and they were throwing something into it.

Seeing that person, Ning Xinglei excitedly nudged Ning Xingruan with his elbow and said, "Brother Xingruan, do you still know that kid?"

Ning Xingruan looked carefully, the younger of the two was wearing a peaked cap, with an immature face, looking fair and handsome.

"Ning Zewen, you forgot, when I was young, I called you little wife every day!" Ning Xinglei laughed narrowly, and Ning Xingruan vaguely remembered that when he was very young, one of his playmates was not in good health. The boy, who was often sick, liked to cling to him the most, and later left when he was in school.

The boy turned his head when he heard Ning Xinglei's voice, his eyes swept over the faces of the two of them in a bored way, and then fixed on Ning Xingruan, his eyes lit up.

He trotted over, grinned big, and said pleasantly, "You, you are Ning Xingruan, right?! You've grown so big!"

Ning Xingruan was amused by his words, if he doesn't grow so big, he can still grow smaller.

"I'm Ning Zewen, do you remember me? We played well when we were young." Ning Zewen blushed with joy, and then a regretful expression appeared on his face, "It's a pity that I went out for medical treatment. When I come back you all gone."

Ning Xingruan was infected by his enthusiasm, and responded with a smile.Perhaps it was because of his frailty that he was spoiled by his family since he was a child. Ning Zewen's personality is very childlike. He clearly expressed his love for Ning Xingruan, his childhood friend, and almost clings to him.

Ning Xingruan was not used to it at first, but seeing that he was pure and enthusiastic, she let him go.

At about nine o'clock, the gate of the ancestral hall opened, and a few middle-aged men in very formal attire came out carrying a plaque covered in cloth, followed by Taoist Qingxuan with a solemn expression and a group of elders.

With the sound of firecrackers, a string of fireworks flew into the air with the sound of firecrackers. After a crackling sound, the specially invited ceremonial team played music, and the plaque slowly returned to its original position amidst the music.

Next to the censer, another young man who had just stood there lit the incense, and the villagers lined up one by one to receive the incense and worship three times before inserting it into the censer.

Ning Zewen said to Ning Xingruan: "That's my brother. My brother treats me very well. He listens to me in everything. If you come to play with me in the future, I will ask my brother to drive us out."

Ning Xingruan saw that the young man had a solemn and steady face, and he and Ning Zewen were two extremes. The two brothers' personalities really complemented each other perfectly.

When it was their turn, Ning Zewen walked over quickly, trying to take the incense for two from his brother, but was rejected, so he stood aside with his mouth pouted, insisting on waiting for Ning Xingruan to come and say goodbye together .

Ning Xingruan: ...

He was also very helpless, took the incense from Ning Zetao, quickly bowed and took Ning Zewen to the side.

Ning Xinglei wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh out loud, he covered his mouth and laughed out of breath.

The crowd slowly dispersed, and several clan elders were also helped to leave. Daoist Qingxuan walked towards them.

Ning Zewen was eager to introduce his good friend to his brother, stretched out his hand to hold Ning Xingruan's wrist, and rushed towards Ning Zetao.Ning Xingruan was about to say hello to Daoist Qingxuan, but was taken away by surprise, so he could only point to the rampant Ning Zewen with a wry smile.

Qingxuan waved his hand to signal him to wait, his eyes fell on Ning Zewen's hand holding Ning Xingruan, his eyes darkened.

Rushing in front of the incense burner, Ning Zewen stumbled for some reason, staggered forward, and knocked his face straight to the edge of the incense burner.

Ning Xingruan staggered and almost fell to the ground, but someone behind him grabbed his waist and pulled him back.

Ning Zetao grabbed Ning Zewen's shoulder with one hand, and protected his forehead with the other, and the back of his hand gnawed on the edge of the incense burner, and the skin broke instantly.

"Brother, I'm sorry, are you okay!" Ning Zewen yelled distressedly, while Ning Zetao gave Ning Xingruan a cold look, his eyes were cold and vigilant.

Ning Xingruan originally wanted to go there, but was stopped by his gaze.

Ning Zewen howled to drag his brother to the clinic for bandages, so he came over to make an agreement with Ning Xingruan before hurriedly leading the way.Ning Zetao followed behind. When Ning Xingruan passed by, he lowered his voice and said, "Excuse me, can I trouble you to stay away from my brother?"

Ning Xingruan felt angry when he heard this, and said in a cold tone: "I'm sorry, I don't know your brother well, but I really want to ask why? I don't seem to have offended you before?"

Ning Zetao didn't show the slightest expression on his face, only his eyes were cold: "No reason, I just want my brother to be well."

"Mr. Ning, please take good care of your younger brother. Xingruan has been very busy recently. Your younger brother is too clingy and will waste his time." Qingxuan came up behind him and said gently.

Ning Xingruan did not expect Taoist Master Qingxuan to speak for him, and cast a grateful look at him.

Ning Zetao looked at the two meaningfully, and finally smiled mockingly at Ning Xingruan.