Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

When Jian Xin fell ill, it was terrifying, spitting blood one mouthful at a time, still muttering something in his mouth, rolling his eyes white as if he would completely lose his breath in the next second!

The acupuncture and moxibustion used by the doctor did not work at all, Jian Xin began to convulse violently, his bony chest stood up, and his whole spine was suspended, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit.

The female relatives couldn't help covering their mouths in fright, but screams escaped from between their fingers. The veins on Zhang's temples twitched, and he drove the female relatives out with a gloomy expression.

Wu Weizi was brought back to Yiheju by the maid, and he smelled a stench as soon as he entered the door, mixed with the smell of rotting corpses that ordinary people can hardly detect.

The smell became stronger as you walked in, and Wu Weizi understood why Jian Xin became like this with just one glance.

The resentful ghosts haunted him all the year round, sucked away a lot of yang energy and became infected with corpse energy, even if he was rescued this time, his lifespan would not be long.

When Mrs. Zhang saw him, it was as if she had grasped the last straw: "Sir, please save my son!"

"The second young master has lost one of his souls, that's why he has epilepsy. Madam waits for the pindao to bring back the second young master's soul first, and then make plans."

Wu Weizi took out the Sanqing Bell from his sleeve robe. Inside the bell, there was a tongue that swayed and made a sound.

Wuweizi hung the Sanqing Bell three inches above Jian Xin Yintang, and said in his mouth: "Vibrate the Dharma bell, ghosts and gods are idle!"

Hearing this sound, Jian Xin convulsed more violently at first, then finally stopped coughing up blood, opened his mouth and began to breathe heavily, his chest slowly fell back, and his back was attached to the bed board again.

Seeing this miraculous effect, Mrs. Zhang finally retracted her heart hanging on the edge of the cliff, and her eyes were reddened uncontrollably. If she hadn't insisted on inviting Taoist priests today, her son might have gone by now!

But Wuweizi didn't breathe a sigh of relief because of this, Jian Xin has been haunted by evil spirits for too long, and the disease will only become more and more serious in the future, until he dies.

Therefore, it is necessary to find the troublemaker as soon as possible.

Wu Weizi took back Sanqingling, and said bluntly to Mrs. Zhang: "Second young master has stabilized for the time being, and the loss of energy and blood is too much. Let's prescribe some medicinal materials to raise it first."

"In addition, please ask Madam to arrange a guest room for me. I hope that the ghost can be found and expelled as soon as possible, otherwise Pindao will not be able to save the young master."

Mrs. Zhang was startled, and even said three good words, and hurriedly said as if she was afraid of Wuweizi's repentance; "If you have any other orders, sir, just say it! Do you need me to send someone to the residence of the master to fetch all the magical artifacts?"

Mrs. Zhang is thoughtful, but Wuweizi is worried about others taking his ancestral belongings, as if he just remembered that he still has an apprentice.

"Mrs. Lao is here. It's just that Pindao still has a little boy with him. Send someone to find him and let him pick it up."

So Xiao Lian, who fainted after Si Nian settled down, turned around and stopped on the way to find Jian Shou. He was not convinced and didn't want to take it, but Wu Weizi persuaded him with one word.

"If you bring all the magical artifacts intact, I agree that you will stay with me in the prefect's mansion during this time, and you can go to anyone you want when the time comes."

The prefect's mansion is more than 100 miles away from the ruined temple in the south of the city, and it would take about three hours at the fastest to go there.

Wu Weizi looked at Si Nian's disappearing back, stroked his beard in satisfaction, and was afraid that he couldn't cure this brat?

The servant girl bent down and made a gesture to open the way, and took Wu Weizi to a guest room next to Yihe Residence, and left a servant for him to send.

At this time, Jian Shou was kneeling obediently in the dark ancestral hall. There was a small window outside the ancestral hall. If the guards found that Jian Shou was lazy, they would definitely file a complaint.

Jian Shou lowered his head, his hair was sticking to his face with sweat, and his breathing was weak and light.

He looked up at the ancestors of Jian's family, but there was no his mother, and he twitched the corners of his mouth sarcastically.

In such a dark environment, instead of being afraid, he felt a little drowsy. His soul was injected into this body, and the huge and painful memories filled him in an instant, making him extremely tired.

He touched his hot eyelids, the eyeballs rolled between his fingertips, red and black pupils, can you see ghosts... It's extremely interesting.

【San San, is Si Nian the target of this world's raid? 】

His voice is long and long...

[But he's still a child now, I don't think I can wait for him to grow up. 】

Since the moment he regained consciousness, he has sensed malice from all directions.

Those who wanted him dead included Jian Zhizhang, Mrs. Zhang, Aunt Wang, Jian Min, and even the young master Jian Yun who had no relationship with him.

He is neither a heinous person nor a threat to them, so why do you want to put him to death so much?

The gleam in the pupils of different colors is probably because he is the indelible shame in their hearts, always reminding them of the crimes they have committed in the past, as well as the hypocrisy of the present.

If people want to be saved, they must forget the past.

However, there are always people who want to take shortcuts and wipe out those who can prove their sins, so will they be reborn?

Ah, maybe, it seems that it is not impossible.

【Host, there is a deviation in this world...】

Sansan's voice became weaker, a little hard to hear...

【Qin Shou is about to escape from the underworld, and he is going to find you. 】

It turns out that it has been 1000 years.

Jian Shou silently read the word "Qin Shou", as if he had never known him before.

【If you don't tell me, I can't even remember who he is, and he has been waiting for me for 1000 years...】

[The target of this... this, world's... attack is, it is Si... Nian. 】

Please be careful, my lord.

What a long and difficult 1000 years, it turned the youngest emperor into a ghost king who lived on ghosts. In order not to drink Mengpo soup, he has been guarding the deepest underground spring.

There are countless evil spirits in the river of forgetfulness that burns souls, and if you want to survive in it, you must learn to devour other evil spirits.

For thousands of years, Qin Shou saw the person he loved the most in his life walking on the bridge.

Seeing him walk over the Naihe Bridge over and over again, and drink bowl after bowl of Mengpo soup, it is a life that has nothing to do with me.

It was obviously painful but he couldn't give up. The thousand years of torture made Qin Shou completely unrecognizable.

He became sensitive and nervous, he would often forget why he stayed in the Wangchuan River, and then wake up after a while.

It wasn't until the 1000th year, when he saw that familiar soul passing through the Naihe Bridge, that he realized that he had finally waited...

Ah Shou, my A Shou, I'm here to find you.

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The road in the city is fairly flat, but it gets rougher and rougher when you get to the back.

Si Nian's straw sandals were broken, and his toes were exposed. Seeing his pace gradually slowing down, Si Nian gritted his teeth, took off the sandals, and stepped barefoot on the gravel and muddy ground.

The sound of howling wind pierced through his ears, and Si Nian was sweating profusely from running, his face turned pale, and the soles of his feet were torn to reveal bright red flesh and blood, which hurt to the bone.

What emerged in his mind was the image of Jian Shou crying on his back, and Si Nian felt like crying, feeling that he was really bad.

When the stone fell from the kick, Si Nian's eyes were completely red. He looked at the stone stuck in his palm and pulled it out bitterly.

If it was normal, he would yell at Jian Shou, and Ah Shouding would comfort him.

In fact, he is a lowly and tough little beggar, how can he be so delicate, Jian Shou spoiled him.

When the sun was setting, Si Nian stepped into the prefect's mansion under the last ray of sunset.

A young man greeted him at the door, and he was shocked when he saw the child's bloody feet!

"Young master, young master, don't run away anymore, I'll get you a pair of shoes first!"

The child looked at him, as if he had thought of something, and asked eagerly, "Don't go! Which adult's servant are you?"

"I'm a person next to Madam, and I'm serving the Taoist priest now, but the Taoist priest is worried and asked me to pick you up."

What Wuweizi is worried about is his pile of money-making net worth.

Si Nian's eyes lit up: "Then take me to the ancestral hall first!"

The boy couldn't bear to look at the bloody footprints left by the child on the ground.

But now the child's only focus is on going to the ancestral hall, and the boy thinks that he will ask the doctor to see him later and get some medicine for external application. After all, he is a guest invited by his wife.

There was only one old woman guarding outside the ancestral hall, Si Nian patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief.

Pretentiously walked over: "Hey, I order you to open the ancestral hall quickly and release the third young master!"

The old lady was not familiar with this brat, even though he looked quite confident, the old lady still didn't show any face, and stood upright at the door without answering.

Si Nian was not discouraged, put his hands on his waist, and was very domineering: "Don't underestimate me! My master is the Taoist priest invited by the wife of the prefect!"

As he said that, he deliberately opened a small hole in the bundle to show her: "My master is still waiting for me to deliver the magic weapon for him. If you delay me, the prefect's wife will definitely not spare you!"

The old woman's cloudy eyeballs rolled around, and she knew all the magic mirrors, magic swords, and rulers in the package. The old woman was tough, but extremely superstitious.

Besides, she saw the servant next to the boy again, isn't this the person next to the madam!

The third young master was sent by Aunt Wang, but at this time, the important person was a Taoist apprentice invited by the madam. The old lady made a self-evaluation in her heart.

Nodding, he took out the key in his sleeve and opened the door of the ancestral hall for Si Nian.

The lacquered gate was pushed open from the outside to the inside, and the orange glow came in, sweeping away the darkness and gloom in the ancestral hall inch by inch.

Si Nian's pupils narrowed slightly, and were locked on Jian Shou's motionless back. He knelt there with his back bent, his long hair like a waterfall hanging down on the ground, and his slanting shadow was faint.

It was like a statue that had lost its vitality, making Si Nian feel scared.

Si Nian slowed down his steps and even slowed down his breathing. He knelt beside Jian Shou and reached out to touch his swollen cheek.

With a little crying voice: "Ah Shou, I'll take you back."

Jian Shou, who was still in a daze, came back to his senses ignorantly, his long eyelashes trembled, but he never opened his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to Si Nian's Fang Xiang, showing a comforting smile: "Okay."

Jian Shou's palms were tightly clenched in Si Nian's hands, and his legs tremblingly were lifted up by the child. Suddenly, there was an unacceptable sharp pain in his knees, but he held back.

What is unbearable?After all, the disaster this child can bring him is far more than that...

Jian Shou's nose moved, and there was an undeniable smell of blood: "Are you injured?"

Si Nian shrank his toes and stammered in denial: "No, not at all."

No matter what, Jian Shou actually doesn't care.