"Uncle."

I could feel my voice trembling, "Why didn't I respond?"

"Will it ......?"

But another voice in my head kept tugging at me—no, never.

"I know what you're thinking." Uncle Ya patted me lightly a few times, "They don't dare."

"If they want to become immortals, they must accumulate more virtue in the world, which is also one of the reasons why the Gray family took the initiative to retreat."

He tapped the table with his joints and sneered, "Don't say that killing a dead soul, even if you kill a cow or sheep, they will be terrified for days."

Of course I know about this, but now that the first year of junior high school doesn't give me any feedback, I still can't sit still.

"When a man is sick, he will languish for a few days, and so will the demons."

After saying that, Uncle Ya got up and was about to go upstairs.

I looked at the tablet of the first year of junior high school, pursed my mouth vigorously, and then put the tablet of the first year of junior high school back in its place.

Truly.

In a way, humans and ghosts are the same.

Since you are weak, eat more.

On this night, the incense in front of the tablet of the first day of the new year was burning from beginning to end.

By dawn, I was already dizzy from the smoke, and the visibility of the entire teahouse was only a few meters.

Uncle Ya muttered as he went down the stairs, "Are you going to become an immortal?"

"Go, go!" He walked up to me in a few steps, grabbed me by the collar with one hand, and lifted me up, "Find something to do, don't sit in a daze."

In the evening, I sat on a stool and felt restless.

Suddenly, I heard the voice of the first year of junior high school: "I'm here."

I stood up abruptly and looked around, but there was no sign of the first year of junior high school.

I grabbed Ji Canghai, who was wiping the table: "Did you hear that?"

"What do you hear?"

Ji Canghai stopped what he was doing and looked at me in a daze.

I swallowed my saliva and said word by word, "The voice of the first year of the first year."

Ji Canghai tilted his head sideways and listened carefully: "Like, I heard it."

"But vaguely, I can't hear clearly."

The first day of junior high school is back, which is undoubtedly the best news for me.

Although we haven't known each other for a long time, the first year of junior high school has a very special place in my heart.

She had been silent in the darkness for a hundred years, and when she saw the light of day again, she took me as her only support.

Not being able to protect her would be my biggest regret.

Perhaps, it's really like Uncle Ya said, she just needs to recuperate for a while!

I was full of interest and brought a few pillars of high incense to the crossroads in front of the door.

A few sticks of incense burned, and the aroma slowly wafted to my nostrils.

All this is dust to dust, dust to dust.

When all of this comes to an end, it means that all the troubles are solved.

And I can concentrate on dealing with foreign cults, so I don't have to worry about being attacked on my back.

The long-standing haze has finally been swept away, and I can clearly feel that my steps back are much lighter.

However, when I arrived at the teahouse, Xiaobai was the only one left in the house.

Looking at the tears on his face again, my heart immediately sank: "Don't cry, what's wrong?"

"The old man suddenly fainted, Brother Hai sent him to the hospital, let me stay here and wait for you."

Life seems to be very reluctant to let me go, and whenever I see a little hope, a bigger crit immediately smashes over.

"You stay here and watch the shop!"

After saying this, I have already run out.

When I arrived at the entrance of the hospital, I saw Liang Hai's business car from a long distance, and the driver was waiting with his hands down.

Just as I was wondering, the driver stepped forward first, "President Chen, Mr. Ji has gone upstairs."

Without saying thank you, I've already run out.

In the corridor, Ji Canghai sat alone on a blue plastic chair, I shook the sweat on my head and called softly.

"Two seas."

Ji Canghai stood up a little stunned, and walked up in a few big strides.

"Where's Uncle Ya?"

He pointed his hand into the room, "Doctor."

The room was so tightly blocked that I couldn't see anything, which made me a little more anxious.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Ji Canghai sighed leisurely: "Not long after you left, Uncle Ya suddenly fell, and I helped him up to see that he was already unconscious."

Uncle Ya usually doesn't smoke or drink, and he exercises perfectly in winter and summer.

I've known him for so long, not to mention being sick, and I haven't even seen him take medicine.

Now that he suddenly fainted, there is a high probability that he is in a hurry.