The scholar was invited to the house to see Master Zhang, he would take the pulse of Master Zhang, touch Master Zhang's chest for a while, and finally understand the condition.

"Doctor, how's it going?" Yaoyao looked at the scholar doctor like this, and couldn't help asking.

"Master Zhang is suffering from tuberculosis." The scholar stood aside and sighed. "What tuberculosis?" Except for Yi'er who was not surprised, Yaoyao and Shi'er in the room opened their mouths widely.

"That's an incurable disease, so what's good?" Yaoyao said, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Tuberculosis fever, emaciation, worms in the lungs, making people cough and wheezing. This is called tuberculosis. That said, it's not that there is no way to heal. "The scholar's face is full of confidence." Oh? What's the method? Yaoyao said.

"To tell you the truth, my master has also suffered from this evil disease before, and I thought that I would not be able to return to heaven. Just after one herb picking, he coughed up blood. He healed himself like a dead horse. Put all the herbs you have picked into a casserole and boil them. What I didn't expect was that he was actually better. Finally he found out the herb that healed him, the leaf I had brought, the white wood leaf. The scholar finished. Open the lid of the basket.

"Well, this is it. You fry this white leaf in a casserole. Take its soup and drink it, and you can. Results in three days. After speaking, the scholar was ready to leave.

"Wait, doctor, don't hurry. It's a piece of gold. Yaoyao gave the silver to the scholar, "Madam, thank you, but although this medicinal herb is precious, it is not worth this ingot of gold." The scholar hurriedly waved his hand.

"Take it." Yaoyao forced the gold into his hand. Then the scholar walked out in the rain.

Yaoyao instructed her subordinates to boil this atractylodes leaf, but she didn't know about this move, which made her regret it.

As soon as this medicine was good, Yaoyao brought it over and prepared to give it to her father. At this time, Yi'er was originally smiling and not smiling, but a touch of panic appeared in the black pupils. Why does my heart hurt so much and what exactly have I done? A memory emerges.

"Yi'er, do you remember the past?" Man Na looked at Yi'er, "Remember, Daddy, Grandpa and Shi'er, they have never treated my Yi'er as a human being." Since I was a child, I was beaten and scolded, and they scolded me behind my back, saying that I was a bad boy. I didn't even care if I ran away from home, but luckily you saved me. Yi'er said, her eyes empty.

"Well, you just remember. You know what to do next. Manna raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction.

"Well, I know what to do." I thought of this. The fear in his eyes was gone, replaced by viciousness.

After a bowl of medicine, Master Zhang suddenly became energetic, and his face was unusually ruddy. He didn't look sick at all. He looked around and hurriedly got out of bed, wanting to tell everyone that his body was okay at the moment.

"Dad, just finished drinking this medicine?" Yaoyao asked her father. "I" suddenly opened the corner of the old man's mouth and blood flowed, he wiped the corner of his mouth, glanced at his hand, and then lay on the ground.

Except for Yi'er who knew that it was a toxic attack, no one noticed. The three of them rushed forward, and Yaoyao stretched out her hand to find that her father had returned to the west. Then Yaoyao and Shi'er let out a terrible scream, which alarmed the entire Zhang Mansion.

Manna led me into her room. To my surprise, she actually helped me change out of my wet clothes and bandaged my wounds. I watched as she wrapped the handkerchief around my arm, and a tear fell on the handkerchief that had just been wrapped. As soon as I looked up, a trace of sadness flashed through her eyes, and she withdrew her hand, hurriedly wiped her cheek, and returned to normal.

As a black-clothed soul envoy, I already know that Master Zhang is gone at this moment. This is a feeling that is unique to our soul. But what puzzled me was Manna's expression. She wants revenge in every possible way, and she can even describe what she did with viciousness. But why is he crying now, has he repented? Or did she never hate Master Zhang at all?

Seeing that I was looking at her, Manna hurriedly asked. "Are you hungry, I'll go make you something to eat."

"Okay, then you're welcome." I smiled, and she left the room. I looked around and there was nothing unusual in the house. It's just an ordinary woman's boudoir.

After a while, Manna returned. She walked in with a food box in her hand. She opened the food box and took the dishes out of it. Then put it on the table.

"Hei Manling, come, let's talk while eating." She called me to the table. I sat down at the table and couldn't help but be drawn to the smell of the food. "I didn't expect Sister Manna to be so good." I looked at the dishes on the table and couldn't help but be a little stunned. A plate of scorpions, a plate of bullfrog eyes, a plate of snake tongues, a plate of green vegetables, and a pot of rice wine.

"Since you call me sister, then I will call you sister." Manna poured me a glass of wine, and I nodded.

"What? Not to your liking? She smiled, and I picked up the chopsticks. Hehe, it's not unappetizing, it's too much to my liking. I laughed a little, and quickly grabbed a scorpion and chewed it in my mouth. I'm glad I had digested all the poison.

"Not bad, right?" Manna asked me. "Yes, Sister Manna, your craftsmanship is really good. You can make this kind of tricky dish, Hei Manling admires. I swallowed it reluctantly, but I pretended to like it.

"Sister Manling, I'm curious, how did you become a female black?" She asked, sipping the wine in her hand.

"It's a long story, but Moro's took me in." At this time, I can't tell how I feel, but Moro is a bole to me, and he found me. And the way he looked at me, I always felt that he was a little different to me. Now that he is mentioned, I can't help but miss him a little.

"Manling, do you think Moro is a good guy or a bad guy?" Manna actually asked such a question.

"Sister Manna, I think he's a very nice person. He took good care of me and helped me a lot. Once I was injured and lay in bed all day, and he delivered medicine to me every day. And he is an upright person, and he has always obeyed the orders of the Hades, although he is a bit old-fashioned. Although he hurt me, it was also out of responsibility, but it was a pity that I was different from him. "I seem to be a little bit unfinished.

"After all that, you think he's a good guy." Manna is really like a person who is not drunk at the moment, but who is drunk himself. His face was a little red. It's just that there is a bit of jealousy in her eyes.

"Hehe, it seems that he likes you very much, he has never done this to me. Every time I look at him, he dodges my gaze, am I that unbearable? She tilted her neck and drank again.

"Sister Manna, you're drunk." She laughed a few times, her cheeks flushed. "I'm not drunk, but I can tell you that Moro is not a good person. He betrayed me. Anyway, I'm his sister too. Manna cried and laughed in pain.

I believe that Manna is drilled into the tip of the horns, and it is difficult to do it with Moro in the middle. Even I think he was right to do so, and I sympathize with Manna. Sympathizing with him, he was forced to enter the devil's path.