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No wonder this girl was walking so close to me just now. She turned out to be trying to trick me.

It's a pity that she miscalculated. The three talismans in the kit are not that important to me.

It's worth using these three talismans in exchange for my purity.

It's just that the Peach Blossom Marriage Talisman was taken away by her, so it won't cause any trouble, right?

Back to the shop, the night was already deep.

I sat cross-legged on the bed, silently reciting the palm thunder technique in my mind, circulating the faint trace of true energy in my body, and practicing the palm thunder technique.

This technique has extremely high basic requirements for practitioners. Just practicing it according to the mental method is already very hard, and even the first concentrated thunder of the palm thunder cannot be used.

If your true energy is insufficient, it may be difficult to make progress for a while.

A layer of sweat appeared on my forehead. I stopped to rest for a while and then started to practice the art of observing Qi with the Heavenly Eye.

After practicing for a while, I was exhausted, so I fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, before I went out for a run, I found two more messages on my phone.

"Li Yunfeng, I am Zhan Lan. This is my number. Remember to save it."

"Hey, what are you doing? Why don't you reply to my message? Don't tell me you fell asleep again!"

The message was sent at midnight last night, when I was indeed asleep.

It seems that she has a good relationship with Song Yalan, and she can actually fight to this extent for her cousin.

It's not that I don't want to help her, it's just that I can't help her.

Shaking my head and not replying to the message, I went out for a run.

Unknowingly, I ran a few streets, and when I stopped to rest, I saw Yunhui Yayuan from a distance, with its strangely arranged buildings.

I don’t know if Song Zhujun has moved out.

After thinking about it, I took out my mobile phone and dialed Song Zhujun's number.

"Hello, hello." The phone rang for a while before it was connected. The voice that came from the phone was not Song Zhujun's, but a crisp and familiar young female voice.

I must have heard it somewhere.

After looking at the number, I found it was correct.

"Hello, is Ms. Song here?"

"Are you Li Yunfeng!?" The young female voice on the other end of the phone was surprised.

I finally heard the other party's voice: "Zhan Lan?"

"why you?"

We shouted this sentence in surprise at the same time.

"Why do you have my eldest cousin's phone number?"

"First cousin?" I was stunned for a moment, "Are Song Zhujun and Song Yalan sisters?"

"That's right! You have both of their numbers, and you still want to deny that you have a relationship with Sister Ya?"

"I didn't know they were sisters! By the way, where are you now? Yunhui Yayuan?"

"Yes, Sister Zhujun is sick, and I'm taking care of her."

My heart skipped a beat: "Is she seriously ill?"

"Maybe he has a cold, a little fever, and is lying down to rest."

I said anxiously: "Send her to the hospital immediately, don't stay in that house anymore, hurry!"

While talking, I stopped a car and drove to Yunhui Yayuan.

"Why?" Zhan Lan was stunned, "She is very uncomfortable now. Let her rest and feel better. Is it better to go to the hospital?"

"Don't delay. The later it is, the worse it will be for her health! Including you! I'll be right over!"

Zhan Lan could hear the seriousness in my tone. She hesitated for a moment, but still chose to listen to my opinion.

When I arrived at Yunhui Yayuan, I asked Zhan Lan to pick me up, and then we took the groggy Song Zhujun to the hospital with her.

After some examination, the results were very strange. There were no obvious lesions in Song Zhujun's body organs, but he was very weak, as if he was in his seventies or eighties.

Zhan Lan was frightened by the diagnosis and looked at Song Zhujun on the hospital bed worriedly.

"What kind of strange disease does Sister Zhujun have? How did she end up like this?"

The sleeping Song Zhujun's face was frighteningly pale, with almost no blood, and he was extremely thin, with his entire cheek sunken.

There was an indwelling needle on the back of the thin hand, and the nutrient solution was infused into the body bit by bit, and the fever slowly subsided.

"She can no longer live in Yunhui Yayuan." I said solemnly.

After meeting Han Wenshan, Song Zhujun still lived in Yunhui Yayuan. Obviously, Han Wenshan did not help her.

A husband and wife, but so heartless.

"Why? What does this have to do with where you live? Don't tell me that your feng shui is bad or anything like that." Zhan Lan frowned and looked at me.

"It would be nice if it was just as simple as bad feng shui." I shook my head and said seriously: "I'm not being alarmist. Ms. Song's body is already very weak and in critical condition. If she continues to live in Yunhui Yayuan, she will die sooner or later. "

Zhan Lan was stunned for a moment, as if he thought of something, his bright eyes widened.

"Sister Ya also lives in Yunhui Yayuan. Was it because of the house that something happened to her?"

"Maybe."

"Li Yunfeng, what do you know?" Zhan Lan suddenly came closer to me and stared at me closely. "They are all my sisters. I just want to help them. Why don't you tell me?"

"I don't know what happened to Song Yalan, but I can tell you about Yunhui Yayuan's problem." I looked directly into her eyes, "But if I tell you, maybe you won't believe it."

"I've seen people turn into black mud, what else can't be believed?"

I glanced at Song Zhujun and waved to Zhan Lan: "Go outside and don't disturb Ms. Song's rest."

Downstairs in the inpatient department, in the garden for patients to walk, I sat on a couch and lit a cigarette.

"The feng shui of Yunhui Yayuan is indeed bad, but, Ms. Song, no, the reason why normal people cannot live there is not just because of the feng shui, but because a sinister place has been formed there, like a living tomb. "

"Think about it, if a normal person lives in a tomb and is contaminated with yin energy over time, how can his body be cured?"

"Graves, Yin Qi?" Zhan Lan couldn't understand, "But this is a modern big city with such a large population. How could there be these things you mentioned?"

"I've explained it before. It's up to you whether you believe it or not." I blew out a puff of smoke.

After a while, Zhan Lan asked again: "How did you meet my eldest cousin?"

I told her how I met Song Zhujun.

"Perhaps, just because they are biological sisters and connected by flesh and blood, some images of her sister remain in her memory."

"No, according to what you said, my cousin who is more distantly related by blood should not remember anything, but I am the one who remembers it most clearly." Zhan Lan shook his head.

"Maybe there's something special about you."

"What's special?" Zhan Lan moved his head closer again.

Her skin is fair and tender, with a faint fragrance on her body. There is a rare heroic spirit in her brows, and her eyes are very bright, as if there are stars scattered in them.

I was stunned for a moment and looked away.

"I didn't know." I stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can. I stood up. "Since Ms. Song is fine, it's time for me to go. Goodbye."

"Hey, Li Yunfeng, stop, I still have many things to ask you."

As I quickly left the hospital, my phone rang rapidly. I thought it was Zhan Lan. When I picked it up, I was a little surprised by the name on the screen.

Han Wenshan.