"How's that for good? How is it good? ”

In a large mansion in the capital, a woman dressed in precious silk but frowning anxiously walked around the hall.

She spun around like a headless fly, and at last she began to spin dizzy, and as soon as it was dark in front of her, she was about to fall forward.

"Old lady..."The maidservant next to her hurriedly stepped forward to help. Old lady, sit down first, and don't turn around again. ”

"I... I'm sitting on pins and needles. She sat down with the help of the maidservant, rubbed her temples, and said with a sad face, "What about the doctor?" What about doctors? Why hasn't the doctor come yet? ”

"I have already gone to invite Dr. Song from Fu'an Hall, this is already the eighteenth doctor." The maidservant was also worried, and looked through the autumn water with the woman.

"It's coming, it's coming, Dr. Song is here." There was a rush of shouts, and through the long winding corridor, a housekeeper came over with a gray-haired doctor. Doctor Song didn't have time to look at the green grass and purple and red in this famous and wealthy courtyard, and nodded hurriedly to the woman: "Old lady." Where is the patient? ”

"You come with me." The woman personally led Dr. Song to the inner room, and watched Dr. Song quietly take the pulse of the child on the bed, and she didn't dare to come out, and stood aside with the maid for fear.

She folded her hands and opened her mouth, but she didn't make a sound. Only she knew in her heart that she was silently praying for the blessing of the Bodhisattva, she regarded her grandson as her life, and prayed that Dr. Song would definitely find a way to cure her grandson, and she was willing to die... No, even if she traded her own life for her grandson's life, she wouldn't frown...

"Old Madam Zhang, please forgive the old man for not being able to do anything." Doctor Song's reaction was the same as that of the previous seventeen doctors, after taking the pulse, he opened the child's eyelids on the bed and looked at the eyes, opened the child's mouth and looked at the mouth. In the end, he shook his head and sighed: "The little boy's pulse is weak, but the old man has been practicing medicine for many years, but he can't find out where he is sick." ”

This child is obviously not sick and painless, and should be alive and well, but his face is shrouded in a thin layer of death, unconscious, and he is in a state of running out of oil and lamps.

When Mrs. Zhang heard this, she immediately collapsed on the ground and cried: "God, how can this be, how can it be like this..."

...

Dr. Song felt incompetent, said goodbye without shame, and left quietly. In the empty inner room, except for the patients on the bed, only Mrs. Zhang and her personal maid remained. The maidservant took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears for her wife, and her eyes rolled to the bone, and she felt that the time was right.

She pinched her thigh hard in the dark, and squeezed out a few tears.

"Old lady, the doctors in the capital are well-informed but there is nothing they can do, the eighth young master is about to..."

It's going to be gone, she didn't say these words, the old lady treats her grandson as her life, and if she really wants to say it, it will only make the old lady angry.

"Old lady, the slave maid happened to hear the sisters in the family mention that there is a holy woman in the slave maid's hometown, if someone in the family gets something to cure her... Incurable diseases, as long as she comes out to pray for the patient in person, she can be cured within a few days. The slave didn't believe it either, but the last time I went home to visit my family, I saw it with my own eyes... That saint is indeed magical..."

Then she told her neighbor how severe nameless swelling and pain she suffered, how she wailed every day that life was worse than death, and how she miraculously disappeared after drinking half a bowl of runic water from the saint, and she was able to get up immediately...

"Where is your hometown?" Old Madam Zhang was in good spirits, staring at her like a torch and asked.

"The slave's hometown is in Gucheng." The maidservant bowed her head and answered, not letting the old lady see the joy that flashed on her face.

"Gucheng, but that Gucheng with a Tianji Alley?" A few days ago, she went back to her mother's house to visit relatives and passed by Gucheng, and went to Tianji Lane there to find a hexagram master and calculate a hexagram...

Not to mention how Gucheng Tianji Lane is full of talents, seeing that her baby grandson is getting weaker and weaker day by day, with less breath and more breath, where can Mrs. Zhang care about verifying the authenticity? Of course, he immediately stood up from the ground and grabbed the handmaiden's hand tightly, like grasping the last straw that saved his life: "Quick, please the saint!" ”

...

The grave was moved.

As soon as the Rakshasa Tower made a move, he knew if there was one.

The talent of the Rakshasa Tower really made her feel itchy. Since she was a child, she has admired such a killer organization, Chi Jing has proposed to Nie Yihan more than once, and when she has raised enough money, she will join the gang to be the deputy owner of the Rakshasa Building... But it was also rejected by Nie Yihan more than once. His reasoning was that she shouldn't have blood on her hands like he did.

Actually, she really doesn't mind fame. Isn't it necessary for people to live a lifetime to be free and easy? However, in view of the fact that she did not raise enough money, the idea of being the deputy landlord was put on hold for the first time.

It only took half a day for Nie Yihan to clearly tell her which Zhang family was the one who had taken the grave and where the ancestral grave was. I was afraid that she would not be able to find the way, so he specially hired a carriage and brought her here in person. The gods unwittingly stunned the grave keepers, and they swaggered into the cemetery.

Although the other party is very sophisticated in disguising the tomb as it is, it is still possible to distinguish the new soil from the old soil by careful observation. Li Si moved the green dragon position of the tomb, and dug down where the new soil was located, and after digging a few times, he encountered a hard object. Chi Jing squatted down and wanted to pick it up with her hands, but Nie Yihan stopped her and said, "Don't move, what if it's a mechanism?" Let me. ”

She smiled and didn't speak, watching him take out that thing from the dirt in front of the Zhang family's ancestral grave... Sure enough, it was exactly what she thought.

"If you bury this thing in someone else's ancestral grave, you can destroy other people's family luck, or easily put people to death, is there really such a simple way to harm people?" Nie Yi was surprised. "Then what's the matter with us in this world?"

"It's not easy to say." Chi Jing remembered what her father had said to her, and her expression was solemn. "Brother Nie, have you ever heard of 'Killing Master Land'?"

"Senior Brother Sha?" He asked puzzledly, "Who is Senior Brother Sha?" Could it be that in addition to Senior Sister Yu, you also have a Senior Brother Sha? Are the green eyeballs this time? "In addition to Jing'er, did Jing'er's master accept a group of strange-looking apprentices?

There seemed to be a wind blowing, and a large tree near the cemetery suddenly dropped a few leaves.

Brother Sha... I'm still a second brother... Chi Jing smiled and said, "It's not 'Senior Brother Sha', it's 'Killing Master'." As she spoke, she pulled out a dagger from her ankle, Nie Yihan had seen it a lot for a long time, knowing that she was used to hiding daggers or hidden weapons all over her body... So wasn't intimidated.

Chi Jing used a dagger to write the words "Kill the Master" on the ground outside the grave.

"Kill the teacher, the teacher, and the teacher." Dad also had a study on this killing teacher, killing the teacher, killing the teacher on the day. "Since ancient times, there are some days and hours that are not suitable for the Yin Mansion to point points, otherwise it will be unfavorable to the Kanyu Master. This kind of day is called the day of killing the teacher, and this kind of hour is called the time of killing the teacher. ”

But whether it is the day of killing the teacher or the time of killing the teacher, it is far less powerful than the killing place.