Zhong Wang's face was a little ugly, he also told Qin Hao in the morning that he couldn't give the old man medicine to calm his nerves and replenish qi, but he didn't expect that this self-righteous fake divine doctor didn't listen to him.

"Doctor, how is Lin Lao's condition?" Sensing that Zhong Wang's expression was wrong, Steward Zhao asked cautiously.

Zhong Wang withdrew his hand and said in a low voice: "The situation is a little unoptimistic, let's go downstairs first."

Hearing Zhong Wang's words, Steward Zhao didn't dare to hesitate and walked out of the room with Zhong Wang.

Outside the door, Father Lin was already waiting there, and when he saw Zhong Wang and Steward Zhao coming out of the room, he greeted him and asked with a concerned face: "Little brother, how is the old man?"

"Let's go downstairs." Zhong Wang shook his head and took the lead in walking downstairs.

The hall of the Lin family, perhaps because of the heavy atmosphere, makes people feel a little depressed under the dim light.

"Little brother, what happened to my father?" Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more weird, Father Lin couldn't help but ask anymore.

"Uncle, you go and order someone to prepare a few things first." Zhong Wang's answer is not what he asked.

Although he didn't get a reply from Zhong Wang, Father Lin was also a smart person, and Zhong Wang's asking him to prepare a few things had already shown that he could cure the old man.

"Little brother, if you need something, I'll have someone prepare it right away." Knowing that the old man was still saved, Father Lin's hanging heart finally let go.

Zhong Wang asked the housekeeper to bring a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote down the things that needed to be used on the paper, Father Lin sat next to Zhong Wang, naturally saw what Zhong Wang wrote, and couldn't help but read it out with the handwriting: "Benzoin, five coins of realgar, two taels of rabbit dung, one tael of Tianling cover, one cent of turtle armor, five coins of wood incense, and one point of light powder to make powder."

"What is this?" After reading what Zhong Wang wrote, Father Lin was a little curious.

Zhong Wang handed the written paper to Steward Zhao and explained: "This is a prescription, you prepare these things, by the way, do you have a shovel at home?"

"Yes!" Father Lin replied without hesitation, and then turned his head and instructed Steward Zhao to buy those medicines, while he took Zhong Wang to get a shovel.

A few minutes later, under the stunned gaze of Father Lin, Zhong Wang took a shovel and began to dig in the center of the withered flower garden he had found earlier.

"Little brother, what are you?" Unable to guess Zhong Wang's intentions, Father Lin had no choice but to ask.

Zhong Wang continued to dig the soil under his feet and said, "I suspect that this is the source of the old man's disease, so there should be something hidden underneath."

"I see, little brother, you just rest, I'll call someone to do this." Father Lin said with a smile.

Zhong Wang stopped the movement in his hand, with his own strength, even if he digs for a long time, he may not be able to dig it, the Lin family is already rich, and it must be easy to find a few workers at random: "Then Uncle go and arrange it as soon as possible."

Although Father Lin didn't know how Zhong Wang concluded that this place was related to the old man's illness, he could only do what Zhong Wang said now, it can be said that Zhong Wang has become his only hope to save the old man, because before, he received a call from Old Doctor Ge, because his apprentice was broken by someone, Old Doctor Ge was already angry, and even involved the Lin family, saying that the Lin family did not protect Qin Hao, which made Old Doctor Ge speak and cut off relations with the Lin family in the future.

The Lin family deserves to be a wealthy family, and after only ten minutes, Steward Zhao had already prepared the things that Zhong Wang needed, and several workers also began to dig the withered flower garden according to Father Lin's instructions.

Holding a bag of things prepared by Steward Zhao, Zhong Wang was about to return to the house, but suddenly heard the occasional singing from the house.

Following the singing, Zhong Wang looked up at the second floor of the villa, which happened to see Old Man Lin's bedroom, at this time, Old Man Lin was standing by the window, and his eyes were also looking at the direction of Zhong Wang.

Because it was just getting dark, Zhong Wang couldn't see the expression on Old Man Lin's face clearly, but he found that Old Man Lin's eyes flashed with a deep green glow, which made Zhong Wang's heart suddenly, he knew very well that there was no such performance at all!

"Little brother, what's wrong?" Father Lin found that Zhong Wang didn't follow, so he couldn't help but look back and ask suspiciously.

Hearing Father Lin's words, Zhong Wang immediately reacted, in order to avoid the Lin family worrying too much, Zhong Wang did not say what he found, but showed a smile: "It's okay, let's go treat the old man first."

As soon as he entered the villa, Zhong Wang clearly heard the singing, which was clearly from the mouth of an old man, but with a strange hint of a young woman's voice, the combination of the old man's voice and the woman's voice made the song a strange tone, making the atmosphere of the whole villa a little weird.

"Dad, you're not well, why don't you rest?"

"Grandpa, you can rest first, and then sing when you are well."

There were faint voices of two women upstairs, Zhong Wang subconsciously looked up at the second floor, and knew in his heart that the old man's singing voice should have also attracted the attention of Lin Shanshan's mother and daughter.

"Do you have a silver needle at home?" Zhong Wang retracted his gaze and turned his head to look at Father Lin.

"Yes, Steward Zhao, you go get it." Father Lin also saw from the video Lin Shanshan showed him before that Zhong Wang used a silver needle to make the old man fall asleep in the morning, and he naturally didn't dare to slack off when he heard Zhong Wang's words, and he was even worried about whether there would be another situation like that in the morning.

Seeing Steward Zhao go to get the silver needle, Zhong Wang walked up the stairs and walked towards the second floor.

Because the old man didn't like the light, the corridor on the second floor was still not lit, and the sky was completely dark at this time, and the whole corridor was even darker.

The faucet in the bathroom was still not turned off, and the sound of ticking water came from time to time, which made Zhong Wang feel a little depressed.

"Uncle, hasn't anyone turned off the faucet yet?" Zhong Wang turned his head to Father Lin beside him and asked, it stands to reason that the people of the Lin family should also be able to hear this drop of water, but no one cares?

Father Lin was highly focused on the corridor on the second floor at this time, and suddenly heard Zhong Wang's words, he trembled in fright, and then said with a wry smile: "I closed it before, I don't know who used it again, I didn't close it tightly."

Father Lin's trembling was naturally seen by Zhong Wang, and without saying anything more, Zhong Wang continued to walk towards the second floor.

"Bang dang!"

As soon as Zhong Wang walked to the second floor, a crisp sound of glass breaking came from the room deep in the corridor, which made Zhong Wang stop his steps suddenly, and in the next second, Zhong Wang immediately sped up his pace and rushed to Old Man Lin's room.

"Dad!"

"Ahh Grandpa, what are you doing! ”

At the same time, the screams of Lin Shanshan and her mother came from the old man's room, which made Zhong Wang have a bad premonition in his heart, and he accelerated his pace again.

However, no matter how fast he used, he found that this passage seemed to have no end, and Zhong Wang could not run there even though it looked at the end in front of him.

Finally, Zhong Wang, who sensed that something was wrong, stopped, looked back behind him, and found no figure of Lin Shanshan's father, only a deep and bottomless dim aisle.