When they came to Zhao Xiuhe's house again, Yuan Quanquan thought that the other party would still drive them away, but they didn't expect that as soon as they knocked on the door, someone came to open the door, and welcomed them in very enthusiastically.

This made the Yuan Quanquan very curious, but in one night, how did the attitude change, and the change was so big.

With a basket of questions, Yuan Quanquan and Shen Xiu followed the middle-aged woman yesterday into the Zhao Mansion.

As soon as I passed through the front yard, I saw a plump body. The plump woman came out of the house and greeted them with a smile on her face.

"Distinguished guests have come to visit, and I hope you will forgive me."

The woman in front of her was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, wearing a rose-red dress and a thin pink gauze overneat. Holding a round silk palace fan, the fan is embroidered with a masked woman sitting on a bluestone.

At first glance, the Yuan Circle thought that he was in the wrong place, and thought that he was entering a green building, and the one in front of him was the old bustard!

"This is the master of our Zhao Mansion, Miss Xiuhe." The middle-aged woman introduced the identity of the person to the Yuan Circle and the meditation circle.

It is very different from the image of the embroidery girl she imagined, and the Yuan Circle quietly looked this Zhao Xiuhe up and down, except for the exposed dress and the enthusiastic smile on her face, she didn't find anything wrong with her.

Stretching out his finger and quietly poking at Shen Xiu's arm, Yuan Huanhuan handed over a look.

What did you find?

As soon as he entered the gate, he already sensed that something was wrong.

There is an evil aura lingering in this courtyard, although it is not strong, but it can also be clearly felt.

And when he saw this Zhao Xiuhe, he moved the corners of his mouth even more, and let out a sneer in his heart.

Yuan Quanquan saw the greasy in his expression, temporarily put the question in his heart, faced Zhao Xiuhe, and smiled politely: "Boss Zhao, look up for a long time." We came from the capital, heard that the silk fan of Suzhou City is famous all over the world, and the fan sold in the Xiuhe Hall of Boss Zhao is all from your hand, embroidered merit, widely acclaimed, so we came to ask Boss Zhao for a fan, and wanted Boss Zhao to embroider a crane picture for us as a fan. ”

Yuan Quanquan's words were half an excuse, in order to contact this Zhao Xiuhe, so as to probe her details and find out that many people in the city were contaminated with evil qi and fell ill. Half of them are indeed here for the fans.

As soon as Zhao Xiuhe heard that people were coming specifically for her, a cold light flashed in her eyes, which was fleeting, and then she was dyed with a smile, and she was very happy to lead the Yuan Circle and the Immortal Cultivation into the main hall.

Instructed the middle-aged woman to go down and make tea, Zhao Xiuhe sat down in the main seat in the hall, the smile on her face never came down, she looked at the meditation and the Yuan circle respectively, shook the fan lightly, showed a little guilt, and said: "I have heard Aunt Mei say about the two of you who came to my house yesterday, and I was a little unwell yesterday, so it was inconvenient to meet the guests, so I neglected the two, please forgive me." ”

Although the other party has a good attitude and has been smiling, no matter how you look at it, you feel that this Zhao Xiuhe has a sense of incongruity all over her body, and she looks very disobedient.

But I can't say exactly where the discord is.

In short, it feels a little uncomfortable.

It's like...... Body and soul are not the same person.

…… Well?

Yuan Quanquan suddenly paused, then raised his eyes to look at the woman on the main seat, squinted at her for a moment, and turned his gaze to meditation.

Meditation Xiu could see what Yuan Quanquan was thinking at a glance, and nodded at her slightly, answering the doubts in her heart.

Damn, I'm really possessed......

Yuan Quanquan didn't expect that she really guessed correctly, and it was really a ghost.

What's going on with these ghosts, since they're dead, they all honestly go to the underworld to line up and reincarnate. If you don't want to be reincarnated as a human being, you obediently go to the ghost world to report, where do you have so many obsessions one by one, you have to stay in this world, and you have to rob other people's bodies and forcibly "resurrect".

What's wrong!

After complaining silently, Yuan Quanquan wanted to immediately pull out the wild ghost occupying the magpie's nest from Zhao Xiuhe's body, but she thought about it later and took a look at the situation first. She wanted to know what this wild ghost was trying to do.

"Zhao Xiuhe" apologized very politely to the Yuan Quanquan, who pulled his thoughts back from the other side and said with a smile: "It's okay." We are not in a hurry, as long as Boss Zhao is willing to embroider for us, we can wait later. ”

When he didn't know that the woman in front of him was not Zhao Xiuhe himself, but was possessed by a wild ghost who didn't know where he came from, Yuan Quanquan talked to the other party calmly, and told her her what she wanted, the pattern to be embroidered and the material used in the fan bone handle, etc., after negotiating, Yuan Quanquan and Shen Xiu said goodbye and left.

Out of the Zhao Mansion, Yuan Quanquan did not rush back to the inn, but went to a few more homes of people who were sick because of the evil qi because of the use of Xiuhetang's fan. Their conditions are almost the same as Miss Yu's, but each of them has different symptoms, and the degree is also deep and shallow, and some are just a little cold, and the doctor has recovered after a few days of recuperation. Some of them are inexplicably sick, and the doctor can't diagnose the cause, just like Miss Yu.

The Yuan Circle visited many people, and the meditation was like her secret weapon, which uprooted the evil qi for those who were dying of illness but could not find the cause of the disease, rejuvenated with her wonderful hands, and saved one life after another.

So, in just one day, the names of the "Pure Hands Divine Doctor" of the Yuan Circle and the Meditation Circle spread throughout Suzhou City.

People are saying that a couple from the capital came to Suzhou City, and their medical skills are very good, and the inexplicable diseases that even the most powerful doctors in Suzhou can not find out the cause of the incurable diseases can be easily cured, which is simply Huatuo in the world!

"Hahaha, a no-hand miracle doctor? I love the name! ”

After hearing this from the mouths of others, the Yuan Quanquan was so happy that he looked at the meditation cultivator, winked playfully, and jokingly called: "Master Divine Doctor!" ”

Meditation cultivation doesn't care about what kind of miracle doctor is not a miracle doctor, he is a ghost king, what is the use of asking for the name of this mortal? But looking at his small circle of very happy appearance, he reluctantly became this "miracle doctor"!

Yan Jiu listened from the sidelines, his face expressionless, but he didn't care in his heart.

Letting the ghost king of the ghost world do the kind of thing that the lowest ghosts can do, it is simply killing chickens with a knife and destroying the heavens.

Silently holding grievances for his own boss, Yan Jiu, a single dog, can't understand the feeling of Lord Ghost King's "as long as the lady is happy, the king will be happy".

And just when the name of the divine doctor of meditation spread all over the streets and alleys of Suzhou City, in the inner courtyard of Zhao's mansion, "Zhao Xiuhe" had a gloomy face.

"You mean the man and woman who came in the morning? Did they cure all those people? "Zhao Xiuhe" turned out to be quite beautiful face, and when he heard this, he instantly distorted.

Aunt Mei - it was the middle-aged woman who received the Yuan Circle at that time with her head down, she couldn't see the look on her face clearly, and her voice sounded very respectful.

"Yes, now the whole city of Suzhou is spreading this matter, saying that we have a pair of living immortals here, and the medical skills are superb, but Saihuatuo."

When "Zhao Xiuhe" heard it, his expression became more and more ugly.

"Really? Oh, interesting, it seems that these two people are not ordinary people! ”

When Aunt Mei heard this, her fingertips curled up invisibly.

"Zhao Xiuhe" When he said that, a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, he glanced at Aunt Mei from his eyes, and waved his hand, "You go down first." ”

After Aunt Mei went out, "Zhao Xiuhe" sat in front of the dressing mirror, looked at the face in the mirror, and suddenly smiled after a while: "Sister, it seems that someone wants to take care of our sisters' affairs!" Don't worry, I won't let them get involved in our affairs, so you can sleep in peace! ”

In a restaurant in the most prosperous area of Suzhou City, Yuan Quanquan and Shen Xiu sat by the window on the second floor to eat, and listened to the gossip about the "amateur doctor" at a table next to them.

"I heard that the amateur hand doctor made a silver needle in one hand, and it was like a needle to cure the disease. The second lady of the Qu family was cured by a few silver needles by the divine doctor. ”

"Eh, you're only half right. In addition to the silver needle, it is because the divine doctor has an immortal medicine, I heard Xiaocui of the Wang family say that the reason why the third lady's syndrome in their family can be cured is all because of the immortal medicine of the divine doctor, and the third lady's syndrome will be eliminated after eating one. ”

"You're not right. I have a cousin who works as a housekeeper in the Li Mansion, and he said that when the two divine doctors went to their mansion, they didn't have anything in their hands, neither silver needles nor elixirs. They, they rely on divine power to save people! ”

The three of them had a heated discussion on the topic of how the "amateur magic doctor" relied on to heal the patient, but the Yuan circle almost died of laughter when they heard it.

Even if you don't have silver needles, at least the acupuncture of Chinese medicine still has a medical basis. But what the hell are the elixirs and miracles?

Returning the elixir? When she is Taishang Laojun, can she refine the elixir of life?

And the magic is even more outrageous. They are not a cult, and they can save people by practicing their divine skills.

Listening to the gossip about himself, Yuan Quanquan complained while listening, and then silently corrected in his heart: They saved people by neither silver needles, nor any immortal medicine, nor Lao Shizi's magic skills, but spells!

Although this answer may sound less reliable than the first three, it is true!

The meditation cultivator, who was also listening to the gossip, was much calmer, drinking wine leisurely, raising his eyelids from time to time to glance at his own princess, and after feeling her inner thoughts, he smiled: "The imagination of mortals is really rich. Little circle, do you say yes? ”

Yuan Quanquan pouted at him, "No way, mortals, they are just full of food and nothing to do all day long, gossiping about people or things that have nothing to do with their own half a dime, otherwise how boring this life is!" ”

The ghost king, who has no interest in things that have nothing to do with him, and has a very boring life: "......"