After lying in bed for about a month, the fractured wound on my leg was finally almost healed, and the cast was removed, and I was finally able to barely get off the ground on crutches.

During this period of recuperation, many 'neighbors' came to see me, and my medical skills gradually improved a lot through continuous practice.

After another period of recovery, I was completely healed.

And the first thing I did after I recovered was to go to the underworld, where there was another 'person' waiting for me to renew her life.

In the middle of the night, I came to the gatehouse of the cemetery with a needle bag, looked up at the plaque on the gatehouse, and saw that the words 'homecoming' on it disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a 'yin and yang gate'.

After sorting out my emotions, I stepped forward.

Just like last time, I was chilled all over, and then things changed in front of me, and a familiar scene appeared in front of me.

Walking forward, I silently recited in my heart the words He Dajun had warned me: If you don't eat the underworld, don't speak! If the demons of hell find out that I am a living person, the result will be ......

If you send a love for this string sound

The North Star echoes it in the distance

Then take out this paulownia wood piano for you

I played so hard again

……

As I walked towards the Bank of the Underworld, a heart-wrenching song suddenly reached my ears.

Following the prestige, I saw a woman in ragged clothes and long hair sitting cross-legged on the side of the road, with a paulownia wooden piano with several broken strings on her lap, playing and singing like weeping.

The song is like weeping, and the heart of the listener is sad.

I was in a trance for a while, and unconsciously walked towards her.

When I walked up to her, the singing stopped abruptly.

The woman slowly raised her head to look at me, her eyes revealing endless sorrow.

"Childe, can you do me a favor?" The woman said bitterly, her voice ethereal, but with an indescribable sadness.

The woman's voice seemed to have magical power, and I unconsciously opened my mouth:

"Girl, please tell me something."

As soon as I blurted out the words, I immediately came to my senses.

Broken! I haven't eaten the underworld yet!

I was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, and subconsciously looked at the woman, but I was immediately stunned.

The eyes are empty, how can there be any women playing the piano?

A gloomy wind blew through and made me shiver.

Hallucination?

I looked around, and the surroundings were still the same as when I came in, and all the ghosts were eating and shopping as usual......

"Hoo ......"

I let out a sigh of relief and reassured myself that I must have been too nervous to hallucinate.

Having steadied myself, I continued towards the bank.

Pushing open the door of the Underworld Bank, Fan Ziren, a ghost old man, was still sitting behind the shabby desk with his hands caged like an old monk.

"Yo, the high-ranking apprentice of He Dajun is here."

When Fan Ziren saw that I was coming, he immediately greeted with a smile.

He can be so enthusiastic about me, not because of He Dajun's relationship, but because I, like He Dajun, came to 'send' money to him.

After all, a netherworld, a thrush pencil costs 10 million netherworld, and these two things are the cheapest in the underworld.

The most pitiful thing is that both of these things are disposable.

But who made us human, the price is naturally different, but we can only be slaughtered 'willingly'......

"Hey, it's the same old way, isn't it?"

Fan Ziren put the earth and thrush pen on the table and looked at me with a wicked smile.

I reluctantly took out the money and handed it to him.

Holding back the nausea and forcibly swallowing the earth, I used my thrush pen to draw two more strokes on both eyebrows.

After appreciating Fan Ziren's big eyes, I turned my head and prepared to leave.

"Baby, wait a minute."

As soon as I walked to the door, Fan Ziren suddenly stopped me.

I turned my head and asked, "What's wrong?" Anything else? ”

Fan Ziren floated out from behind the table and said, "Before your master leaves, let me give you a word." He asks you to go to a place and meet a person. ”

I was stunned for a moment and casually asked, "Where to go?" Who to meet? ”

Fan Ziren continued to smile wickedly, stretched out his hand and said, "Hehe, twenty million." ”

"I wiped Nima's big B! O profiteers! Sit on the ground and start the price! Shameless! ”

"Hey, hey, no two prices."

reluctantly paid the price of 20 million, but in the end he only got five words from this ghost old man:

"Yuliang Palace, Zhong Xuan."

Spicy ...... next door

"By the way, Old Man Fan, what did you mean by telling me last time that you wanted me to be careful of He Dajun?"

I had already stepped out of the bank door with one foot, and suddenly remembered what he had said to me earlier, so I turned back and asked.

Who knew that Fan Ziren's words almost didn't kill me alive.

He said: "At that time, I made an old mistake and wanted to hook you up and sell you, so I ...... Hey, hey, hey. ”

If He Dajun hadn't reminded me before that this old man couldn't be messed with, I swear I really wanted to throw this old guy into the oil pan and fry it a dozen times.

"Bang!"

Angrily slammed the bank door, I came to the villa where Yu Hongmeng was.

The old lady just pushed open the door at this time, and saw that I was alone, so she asked He Dajun why he didn't come.

After briefly explaining it to the old lady, she let me out and welcomed me in.

When I saw Yuhongmeng again, I felt uncomfortable again.

It's too similar......

After sorting out my emotions, I opened the needle bag and gave Yuhongmeng another acupuncture according to the acupuncture points from last time.

Looking at her pale face, my eyes moistened unconsciously.

Duan Yaqing......

Coming out of Yuhongmeng's house, I was depressed to the extreme, Yaqing, where are you......

When I returned to the yang world with a heavy heart, it was already about five o'clock in the morning.

I don't know if it's because I've been in bed for too long, but I'm very reluctant to go back to bed since my injury healed.

Just as I was thinking about where to go, my phone rang.

When I picked it up, it turned out to be Yichen calling.

"Senior, call me so early."

"Come to Shahe, I need your help here."

Yichen's tone was very anxious, and he hung up the phone in a hurry as soon as he finished speaking.

I didn't have time to think about it, I looked up at the gatehouse, and saw that the word 'yin and yang gate' had changed to 'homecoming', so I quickly ran out.

It's not very far from the Shahe River, and it's only a few stops away from the subway. But the time was too tight, so I still endured the pain and took a taxi.

Take a taxi in the capital, but it is very expensive......

"Yo, buddy, it's early enough."

As soon as I got in the car, the driver greeted me with an authentic Beijing film.

I didn't have time to talk to him, so I told him my destination and urged him to drive quickly.

The driver snapped his fingers and said while putting himself in gear: "Well, you can just look at it, and make sure to arrive quickly." ”

"I said buddy, what's going on in such a hurry?"

The driver lit a cigarette and asked as he looked at me in the rearview mirror.

I was tired and really didn't want to speak, but I couldn't bear the strength of the Beijing driver, so I could only make up a reason to prevaricate.

I said that a friend had been in a car accident and wanted to rush over and take a look.

Who knew that as soon as the driver heard this, he suddenly became energetic, twisted his body and continued to talk to me:

"Hey, it's been early in the morning, and your friend is sad enough. Your friend must have had an accident by the river in the Sand River, right? ”

Before I could speak, the driver continued: "Dude, let me tell you, if your friend is there, I advise you not to go." ”

I have to admire the eloquence of the taxi driver in Beijing, in a word, it aroused my curiosity.

I asked, "What's wrong with that river?" ”

The car was just waiting for the red light, the driver threw away the cigarette butt and turned to look at me, and said with a mysterious face: "That river, evil!" There are a lot of cars already planted in them, and the scariest thing is what you know? ”

"What?" I asked as he spoke.

The driver glanced to both sides, then leaned closer to me, covered his mouth with one hand, and lowered his voice and said, "The salvaged car, there is no one inside!" ”