Xie Feichen didn't know that an invisible storm was gradually brewing, and the core was the mysterious advisor of the Spirit Research Society that he was afraid of, but in the same place, even after a few hours of driving, he was about to start having a headache after being swept away by the tail of the typhoon.

The half-dead Lu Zhongyang was lying on the bed, even if his face was covered with an oxygen mask, his chest still did not rise and fall, and his dark limbs and festering skin looked like a ghost under the pure white hospital clothes, and he could only hear a painful moan from his unconscious mouth after a long time. By Lu Zhongyang's side, Lu Qingming's back and eyes seemed to be much older all of a sudden, and his original spirit was sluggish, obviously his only son's accident hit him deeply.

"Uncle Shi, do you see?"

Li Hao Lao Dao put his hands behind his back, looked down at the unconscious Lu Zhongyang, and a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest next to him asked respectfully. This middle-aged Taoist priest is the owner of Lingyun Temple, a Taoist temple in S Province, who has been going back and forth to rich and noble homes all the year round, and has made a big name for himself, and Lingyun Temple is the foundation founded by an outer disciple of Yuan Yi a few decades ago, so he is also staying in the temple when he goes down the mountain from Hao Lao Dao.

According to the words of the two women that night, Lu Qingming suspected that he had encountered something dirty, so he also sought a doctor and Lingyunguan. This generation of the master is the grandson of the outer disciple, although he does not know the magic, but because of the origin of these supernatural things, he also knows a little about these supernatural things, if it is the past view of the lord may not be willing to take over this hot potato, after all, I am afraid that I will accidentally ruin the reputation that I have worked hard to accumulate, but now there is a master uncle from this sect to stay in the temple, and it is a Taoist person who really knows how to spell, so after thinking about it again and again, I implore the old man to return to the old way.

Li Hao Lao Dao was originally going to go back to the mountain after seeing his master and nephew, but he couldn't bear the repeated pleas of the master of Lingyun Temple, and he couldn't wipe his old face, so he had to follow and take a look.

I saw that the old man was pacing around Lu Zhongyang step by step, and Lu Qingming's heart was also hanging a little bit, although he couldn't see that this trendy old man had the slightest appearance of a master, but the words of the Lingyun Guan Lord before made him raise a lot of expectations.

Suddenly, Li Hao reached out and grabbed a bottle of mineral water on the table, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip, then puffed up his cheeks and sprayed towards the hospital bed, and the mineral water turned into dripping droplets all over Lu Zhongyang's body.

"You ......" Lu Qingming didn't have time to shout, and then something that stunned him happened in front of him.

The water mist containing Dao power made a boiling sound when it touched the surface of Lu Zhongyang's skin, and the slight smell of decay suddenly diffused, and then a faint black smoke came out of Lu Zhongyang's skin, struggling to dissipate into the air.

"It's so fierce." Li Hao Lao Dao frowned and pushed open the window, letting the fresh air outside blow in and wash away the stench, turned his head to Lu Qingming and said: "Your son was killed by an evil ghost, so he became in this state." ”

"Killed by evil spirits?"

Lu Qingming was shocked, frightened and suspicious, and arched his hand: "Please also ask the Taoist master to use his magic power to save my son's life, I Lu Qingming is grateful." ”

"It's late." Li Hao's face was expressionless: "This son's whole body yang qi has been extinguished for eight or nine, if it is still saved in a few days in the morning, now that the external evil yin qi has invaded the heart, Dao Ye, I have no power to return to heaven." ”

A sentence shook Lu Qingming's eyes like a thunderbolt, staggered back a few steps, and after sobering up, he hurriedly pleaded: "Dao Chief, is there really no way?" Please be merciful, my Lu family is such a single seedling, as long as I can save my son, even if I go bankrupt, I will do my best to repay it. ”

"Dao Ye said that he couldn't save it, would he still lie to you?"

pleaded a few words, seeing that Li Hao gradually showed impatience, Lu Qingming did not dare to entangle any more under the observation of his face, so he had to turn his head to look at the middle-aged Taoist priest and motioned for him to help intercede. The middle-aged Taoist priest walked to Li Hao's side and asked quietly: "Uncle Shi, with your vast magical powers, is there really no way to treat the son of the Road Bureau?" Even if you can't keep him intact, as long as you can make some improvements! ”

"Hmph, you kid is not an outsider, and I won't hide it from you." Li Hao glanced at the middle-aged Taoist priest: "This kid's essence and blood are exhausted, and he has more breath than a dead person right now." If you want to save him, unless there is a cultivator who has already entered the innate nature to spend the essence to wash the marrow and cut the pulse for him to survive the death and rebirth, and also use the elixir to replenish the vitality and generate muscles and bones, even if he is barely rescued, he will only survive for three or five months, paralyzed on the hospital bed and waiting for death, it is better to die and be happy now. ”

"This, this ......" The middle-aged Taoist priest was also dumbfounded, although he didn't cultivate Taoism, but he also knew how difficult it was to enter the innate world, at least this uncle and ancestor who was already a master of the Dao in his eyes was still a kick away, not to mention that it was a fantasy to ask such a master to spend his own yuan to help such a wine bag and rice bag. As for the so-called "elixir" that replenishes vitality, the middle-aged Taoist priest can make a bunch of them himself, but the elixir in Lihao's mouth is obviously not as simple as the ordinary tonic that he usually fools believers.

"Huh?" Suddenly, he sighed lightly, turned his head to look at the open window, his eyes were like electricity, his expression was cold, and he said angrily: "Where did the lonely soul and wild ghost come from, dare to peep at the Taoist master and look for death!" The shouting was like thunder, and the middle-aged Taoist priest was deafening, and the air outside the window fluctuated, and after a light bang, it turned into a small yin wind and collapsed.

"Master, uncle, what is this?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest was shocked, but he saw that the old Taoist was full of ravines and his face was full of anger: "Hmph, originally I thought that this kid had met retribution for his own sin, but now it seems that someone is actually driving ghosts and committing murder. ”

Daomen Wushu Mountain Doctor's fate is divined, and he is also a little familiar with Hao's skills of people, so after meeting with the Lu family father and son, he knew from the face that these two people were not doing a lot of evil, and they had been quite cold in their hearts, but now they found that there were ghosts monitoring the Lu family father and son, which made it clear that someone was manipulating the ghosts to make trouble, although Yuan Yi did not require the accumulation of merit like some sects, but how to say that he was also a decent family, and he naturally could not turn a blind eye to the evil law and harm people.

Of course, he can also report this kind of thing to the relevant departments of the authorities, for example, the Yanhuang bloodline where his nephew Luo Xu is located is an official organization specializing in managing the affairs of the domestic supernatural realm, but Li Hao Lao Dao adheres to the traditional habits of the old school of cultivators, and if he is not forced to do so, he is not willing to deal with the official at all, not to mention that in the impression of Li Hao Lao Dao, most of the people who raise ghosts and harm people are some unpopular foreign Taoist warlocks and murano wizards, and they are not vulnerable at all.

"Uncle Shi, so there are other mages targeting the Lu family?" The middle-aged Taoist changed his face after hearing Li Hao's words.

"With Dao Ye here, what are you afraid of?" Li Hao glanced at him, and reprimanded him with some annoyance, if it weren't for the fact that this guy had some relationship with his own lineage, and he had served quite diligently during this time, he really didn't bother to pay attention to this immature thing.

"Yes, yes, with your old man, Uncle Zu, naturally it is as stable as Mount Tai." The middle-aged Taoist smiled bitterly and admitted his mistake, but he was annoyed in his heart. In any case, in his opinion, it is not worth it at all to grudge with a mage who can control ghosts and harm people for the sake of this father and son surnamed Lu, but now it is impossible to let Li Hao Lao Dao give in, and the wood is already in the boat, and he can only hope that this uncle can solve the opponent in one fell swoop.

However, the middle-aged Taoist priest thought about it in his heart, turned to Lu Qingming and said solemnly: "Road Bureau, you have also heard, your son's situation is not a simple sudden illness, but someone is using evil ghosts to assassinate your father and son. ”

Lu Qingming was stunned when he heard these words, and he was suddenly shocked, and he was suspicious, personally, he really didn't want to believe in these gods and ghosts, especially when the information was unfavorable to him, and he didn't see what the old Taoist priest had just now.

However, his son's inexplicable encounter is in front of him, Lu Qingming does not dare to assert the truth, but he would rather believe it or not, if what the Taoist priest of Lingyunguan said is true, he quickly recalled in his mind what he had done that might attract revenge, the more he thought about it, the more he felt weak, and his back was involuntarily wet in a cold sweat, and then looked at the only son who was lying on the hospital bed and dying.

"Daochang Liu, as long as you can catch the murderer for me, no matter what the price, even if I lose this position desperately, I am willing to agree." Lu Qingming gritted his teeth and whispered to the middle-aged Taoist.

In the hospital ward, Xie Feichen, who was slowly peeling apples for his cousin, suddenly stopped and looked thoughtful.

"Cousin, what's wrong?" Feng Ling, whose complexion had improved greatly, was a little puzzled.

"It's nothing, girl, it's time again, you turn over." Xie Feichen put down the half-peeled apple and said softly.

"Oh." Feng Ling's face was slightly drunk, and he turned around and lay on the bed with some shame, letting Xie Feichen gently rub his palm on his back. Although he was a little embarrassed, his cousin's massage was indeed very effective, Feng Ling only felt that a stream of heat was transmitted from his cousin's palm to the skin, and it was so warm that it stimulated his body like a hot spring.

After a while, seeing that Feng Ling was already asleep, Xie Feichen removed his palm, took back the water spirit that he had secretly summoned, and pulled out the corner of his cousin's clothes and quietly walked out of the ward.

"The geist sent to check on it lost its senses, is there something wrong?" Xie Feichen was suspicious in his heart, the distance was too far for him to actually know what happened to the wandering spirits, but he could sense the interruption of contact with each other.

"It seems that I have to go through it myself, and it's time to put an end to this matter."