Many passersby helped Mrs. Zhou chase Miss Zhou, and even Zhuang Jiuge rolled up his sleeves and followed. However, Zhuang Li still sat quietly in his original position, gently stroking his thin, bright red lips with his slender index finger.

He was thinking about Miss Zhou's symptoms and also pondering the next treatment method.

The comments of others could only give him a general understanding of the situation, but what Miss Zhou said in person was of real reference value.

Pulling out the intestines? This is not a good image, especially for a woman.

When Zhuang Li fell into deep thought, the King of Qi was standing in the teahouse opposite, looking at him quietly through a bamboo curtain.

The young man was leaning against the table, his slightly curly long hair casually tied behind his head. He did not wear a crown or a hat, but only a pure white silk scarf loosely wrapped around it. There was still a strand of hair on his forehead that was not tied up, hanging down at his temples, swaying gently in the wind.

This kind of dress seems to be very frivolous, but it also reveals a sense of free and unrestrainedness.

The boy is handsome and elegant, but when he smiles slightly, he looks a bit weird.

The first time he saw the young man, the King of Qi's gaze froze, like ice absorbing sunlight, and his pupils lit up instantly.

Therefore, he suddenly changed his plan yesterday. Instead of rushing to the Qingtian Temple outside the city to look for Master Xuan Zhenzi, he inexplicably stayed in this teahouse.

As the young man carried the flag and walked slowly through the crowd, no one knew that his heart, which had been numb for a long time, suddenly began to beat, and a warm current gushed out from his ventricles, warming his chest.

The King of Qi was not very clear about what this sudden throbbing meant. He only knew that as soon as he stood there and looked at the young man, he could not take his eyes off him.

Fortunately, his guards were also very interested in the young man and were hiding behind the window watching with great interest, so they did not notice his abnormality.

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Mrs. Zhou finally got Miss Zhou back. The mother and daughter looked like they had suffered a great disaster. Their hair was messy, their clothes were dirty, and even the toes of their shoes had several holes worn out. They no longer looked as elegant and graceful as when they went out.

Zhuang Jiuge also came back, panting and waving at his brother. His forehead was covered with sweat, and it was obvious that he was very tired.

Because of this farce, more people gathered around, and everyone pointed at Miss Zhou, who looked crazy, and sighed.

Seeing her daughter surrounded by people, Mrs. Zhou began to back out. If she hadn't heard that this young man could get help from the gods, and her husband had strictly forbidden Taoist priests from visiting their house again, she would never have brought her daughter out today.

But she was forced into a corner. Taoist Lingxi couldn't cure those evil spirits, and Master Xuanzhenzi also came to her house, but was also helpless. Apart from the gods, who else could help her daughter?

Mrs. Zhou was unwilling to leave like this; if she didn't leave, her daughter wouldn't be able to bear the shock. Even her husband had completely given up on her, so what was the point of her struggling alone?

Faced with this dilemma, Mrs. Zhou's eyes turned red and she looked at the young master dejectedly and helplessly.

Zhuang Li pointed to the teahouse across the street and said gently, "Let's go sit down and chat at Jin Man Lou. It's quiet there."

"Okay, okay, please come in, young sir." Mrs. Zhou quickly made an invitation gesture.

Her mind was in a mess and she followed the young master's instructions in everything.

The King of Qi, standing by the window, stared at the group of people approaching slowly. Without even turning his head, he ordered, "Arrange the private room next door for them and serve them the best tea and cakes."

The commander of the guards opened the door and gave orders.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the private room next door. Miss Zhou was still struggling, mumbling some strange words.

The young man's gentle voice then rang out: "Madam, you should go and get some rest first. I'll wait for you here."

Mrs. Zhou was thinking the same thing, so she quickly agreed. The door creaked open, and a series of footsteps gradually faded away.

The King of Qi slowly walked to a place just across the wall from the young man, lay down on the soft couch, and listened quietly to the noises from the other side. He was a martial arts expert with profound internal strength, and even through the wall he could clearly detect the two breathing sounds in the opposite room.

One of them was breathing slightly, as if he had just experienced intense running. He must be the boy's younger brother.

The other one was slow and long, neither fast nor slow, who else could it be but a young man.

Unconsciously, the King of Qi closed his eyes, ignoring the other gasp and concentrating on listening to the boy's breathing. A long-lost sense of relaxation and tranquility washed over him.

Seeing the prince close his eyes and look calm and peaceful, several guards were dumbfounded and shocked.

They opened their mouths, wanting to ask the prince if he was sleepy, but were afraid to disturb his sleep.

The prince hadn't had a full night's sleep for several years, and staying awake until dawn was commonplace. If anyone else had endured this torture, the grass on their grave would probably be three meters high. Fortunately, the prince's martial arts skills were very strong, and his body was very strong, so he had managed to hold on until now.

"Go get a blanket!" the guard leader ordered silently.

The two subordinates nodded, then carefully opened the door, stepped over the threshold as if walking on thin ice, and went out quietly.

At this moment, the two young men next door began to speak, causing the King of Qi's peacefully closed eyes to suddenly open.

The commander of the guards slapped his forehead with a look of regret.

The King of Qi didn't feel anything at all, and immediately pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the young man's voice.

"Brother, can you even catch ghosts?"

"I can only catch the demons in people's hearts." The boy's deliberately lowered voice seemed to carry a kind of magic, making the King of Qi want to listen to it again and again.

The brain, which had been tortured by drowsiness and fatigue all the time, suddenly became clear at this moment, as if it had been washed by clear spring water.

The King of Qi slowly sat up, his thin lips slowly relaxed, and then rose up imperceptibly.

"What's in people's hearts?" the boy's younger brother asked curiously.

"The ghosts in people's hearts are not ghosts, but they are scarier than ghosts." The young man said in a ambiguous tone.

"Since it's not a ghost, how are you going to catch it, brother?" The younger brother became more and more curious.

The King of Qi also showed interest. Severe sleep deprivation had left him without the desire to perceive or explore his surroundings. After three years, he once again felt receptive to the world. He tried to absorb his consciousness into this conversation, imagining every shift in the boy's expression and every subtle movement.

How did the young man sit on the chair? What expression did he have when he said these mysterious words? What was he thinking in his heart? The King of Qi wanted to know everything.

"It's not me who catches ghosts, it's Miss Zhou herself." The young man said this with a smile.

The King of Qi closed his eyes and could almost see the beautiful curve of the boy's crimson lips. He looked best when he smiled.

Thinking of something, the King of Qi picked up his pen and wrote on the paper: "Did he encounter any trouble after returning yesterday?"

The guard picked up his pen and replied, "No, I followed your instructions and sent several experts to escort him back. They stayed outside his house all night and escorted him into the city this morning. We didn't encounter any thieves."

The King of Qi nodded, his tense face relaxing slightly, revealing a look of relief. He then picked up his pen and wrote, "Tell the men to continue guarding, and don't slack off."

The guard commander nodded in agreement, but he was secretly puzzled. Aside from the Crown Prince, he had never seen a prince so concerned about someone. Was there something special about this young man named Zhuang Li?

After thinking about it, Mrs. Zhou, who had washed up, stepped into the private room. Miss Zhou, who had been dressed up, was grabbed by the arms and mouth by two maids, and half-dragged and half-pulled into the room.

If people don't know their background, they will definitely think they are human traffickers.

Zhuang Jiuge, whose curiosity was completely aroused by his brother's words, could only swallow his questions and stand aside.

The King of Qi couldn't help but put his ear close to the wall to listen more carefully.

The idea that Miss Zhou catches ghosts herself is very interesting.

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Zhuang Li had no idea someone next door was eavesdropping. He was a weakling, a slouch in combat. He couldn't beat Zhuang Jiuge in a fight or Madam Zhou in a run, so how could he possibly detect a skilled fighter nearby?

He asked the maid to find a teapot and a copper basin, and placed the teapot on the flower stand with the spout slightly tilted, allowing the water in the pot to flow down drop by drop. The water was caught by the copper basin directly below, making a faint dripping sound.

Then he asked the waiter to bring a chaise longue and placed it behind Miss Zhou. The chair was padded with soft pillows and covered with a blanket.

Then, he and Madam Zhou officially began their conversation: "Why does your daughter always say that evil spirits want to rip out her intestines?"

Mrs. Zhou said fearfully, "She has nightmares every night. In her dreams, ghosts are ripping out her intestines, which always wakes her up. She hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time, and she's been fainting a lot lately. The doctor said her body is at its end, and if she can't sleep any longer, she might..."

Having said this, Mrs. Zhou covered her mouth and burst into tears.

Miss Zhou knew nothing and was struggling constantly.

After hearing these words, the King of Qi did not react, but his guard commander gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and showed a painful expression.

Miss Zhou's illness was very similar to the prince's: both suffered from chronic sleeplessness and were in a state of extreme mental exhaustion. However, the prince's condition was even worse than Miss Zhou's.

For the prince, having nightmares was a luxury, because his body was tortured by unimaginable pain every moment, and his short and intermittent sleep left him no time to dream.

The commander of the guards also put his ear close to the wall, wanting to hear how Zhuang Li helped Miss Zhou catch ghosts.

If he can help Miss Zhou, does it mean that he can also help the prince?

This sudden thought greatly cheered up the commander of the guards.

At the same time, the other two guards came back with a soft pillow and a thin blanket. Seeing that the prince had opened his eyes, their faces were full of disappointment.

The prince had poor sleep quality and could only sleep for a quarter of an hour every night. Then he would be awakened completely by the pain. When he was extremely tired during the day, he would also sleep for a quarter of an hour and then be awakened again.

He endured these intermittent naps, then the torment of prolonged fatigue, for three years. From the regent who could make the world go round with a wave of his hand to the emaciated, dying man he is today, this process was truly a hellish ordeal.

With red eyes, the two guards put a pillow under the prince's head and covered him with a thin blanket. They were about to say something comforting when they saw the prince raise his index finger and make a gesture of silence.

The room immediately became quiet, and the voice on the other side became clearer.

Zhuang Li pondered for a moment, then spoke bluntly, "The intestines are located in the lower abdomen, which refers to a woman's private area, and digging is a highly obscene act. Madam, I suspect your daughter isn't possessed by a ghost, but rather has been bullied by a wicked person. This is the root cause of her madness."

Mrs. Zhou: “!!!”

7480: “!!!”

"Master, how did you come to this conclusion? Wait a minute, my thinking can't keep up with you!" 7480 slapped his forehead and shouted.

Zhuang Li explained in his mind, "Dreams are reflections of the subconscious, a reflection of the real world. Every image in a dream corresponds to a real-life scene. The image of the small intestine corresponds precisely to the female reproductive organs, and scooping is a sadistic act. In ancient times, when etiquette was so strict, an unmarried girl frequently had dreams with sexual and sadistic overtones. What does this mean, don't you understand?"

7480: “…”

Fuck, the host can actually interpret dreams! From this perspective, there's no difference between psychology and fortune-telling!