Tang Xiaobao said, "Uncle Li, don't worry. Li Jie's illness is special. Let's put it this way. He's not sick, but his soul has been taken away by someone."

"Haunted?"

Li Zongwan's face changed drastically.

If it is a disease, Tang Xiaobao can definitely cure it.

If it was an evil spirit, no one could save Li Jie.

Li Zongwan has now determined that Tang Xiaobao cannot save Li Jie, and saying this is just a way to save face.

Are you seeing a ghost?

The soul was taken away?

This is too far-fetched.

Tang Xiaobao didn't think too much about it and said, "You can understand it that way."

"Then there's no hope?"

Li Zongwan was on the verge of collapse, with tears welling up in his eyes.

Tang Xiaobao quickly said, "Who said there's no hope? I actually went to look for his soul, and I've already found it."

After saying that, he took out the white porcelain bottle.

"Brother Li Jie's soul is contained here."

Li Zongwan was confused.

He simply couldn't accept this statement.

Is it really a ghost?

Are there really ghosts in this world?

"Uncle Li, I chose to tell you because I hope you'll be careful in the future. Brother Li Jie's Yang Qi is naturally insufficient, so it's best for him not to walk at night. Also, this matter must be kept secret. Don't tell anyone, including Aunt Liu. I'm afraid others will be scared if they hear about this kind of thing, and they won't believe it. Do you understand what I mean?"

Tang Xiaobao said seriously.

Li Zongwan was so shocked that he was speechless. He nodded repeatedly in agreement without taking his eyes off the porcelain bottle.