Chapter 86 Yuzhang Chu Clan

[3 years old: Your illness is severe.

It seems as if your life will be taken at the next moment.

You are in so much pain.

Every bone in your body is sending you a signal: I'm so tired, really so tired.

Unfortunately, it may be that the King of Hell and the judge are praying for you day and night, praying for your physical and mental health.

You wandered at the gate of hell for more than three days, but finally turned back.

Your physical fitness has dropped significantly, and your health value has dropped significantly.

Your reputation increases slightly. 】

Wu You slurped a mouthful of noodles with some worry, and said vaguely: "Three-year-olds have so many problems, what about four-year-olds?"

"This one is useless again, ah——"

He continued to sip his noodles painfully: "This is quite delicious."

[3 years old: You vaguely hear someone say: "...It's a miracle!"

It's really a miracle that he survived the crisis of life and death.

You've survived, you're so resilient.

You felt your friend grab your hand in worry.

He was a little scared.

You tried to comfort him, your dry lips slightly parted: "Da Lang, I won't die."

Dalang pressed his forehead against your hot hand, using his cool body temperature to cool you down.

Your physical condition has slightly declined. 】

***

Doctor Wang stuffed the young master of the Chu family's hands back into the quilt and twirled his beard.

He turned around and faced the anxious Chu family.

Doctor Wang finally smiled: "Young Master has overcome the difficulties. All you need to do now is rest and your life will be safe."

The old lady of the Chu Mansion finally breathed a sigh of relief: "With the blessing of our ancestors, the Chu family has a promising future."

The Yuzhang Chu family is a family that has been passed down for thousands of years.

In the past, he was considered to be very famous in Xizhou, but in recent years... and it was said that he had no offspring. The sudden death of the previous child killed a royal doctor named Li, and now there is another child who is comatose and on the verge of death.

But a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and the Chu family is not someone a commoner like him can afford to offend. Doctor Wang did not dare to refuse, so he had to come with the expectation of dying.

Fortunately, he was cured, otherwise he would have died here and his ashes would have had to be left behind, which was somewhat not worth it.

Doctor Wang wrote out the prescription while thinking about it.

After instructing the Chu family on how to take care of the children.

So, under the escort of the Chu family guards, he returned to the small courtyard where he was temporarily staying.

Doctor Wang just left.

Old Mrs. Chu walked to the edge of the bed with her crutches, looking distressed, and bent down to tuck the corner of the quilt for Chu Songjun.

The area was surrounded by three members of the Chu family.

There are few people in the Chu family, and after Chu Zhengze's death, there is only one big house left.

That is Chu Bingtian, the head of the Yuzhang Chu family, who is currently the Minister of Dali Temple in the Xuanyuan Dynasty of Xizhou.

Chu Bingtian has only one daughter, who is over fifteen years old. She married Lu from Hedong last year and is not at home now.

The remaining son died two years ago at the age of ten.

The lady of the Chu family was surnamed Zheng. She was a daughter of the Zheng family in Fufeng and her name was Zheng Yuanying. At this moment, she also wiped the face of the child on the bed with a handkerchief with a look of heartache.

"Songjun, my son, please get well soon."

"I've been waiting for you so long that my eyes are almost swollen from crying."

Zheng Yuanying muttered to himself.

"Boss, your brother..."

Old Mrs. Chu looked at Chu Songjun's sleeping face and asked coldly.

Chu Bingtian was silent for a moment and sighed deeply: "As parents, we always hope for the best for our children."

"As long as the child is good, there's nothing wrong with that. Only by having a good child can we live up to the family's kindness in raising them and bring honor to the family."

"Zhengze has always been clear and awake."

Chu Bingtian's slightly cool hands gently lifted Chu Songjun's hair.

Old Madam Chu nodded slowly: "It's good to know, it's good to know, it's hard for them, it's hard for them."

"Husband! Mother-in-law! Look at Songjun!"

Zheng Yuanying, who had been staring at Chu Songjun, suddenly shouted.

"Water! Pine branches! Bring me some water!"

The child on the bed groaned, his dry lips opened and closed, and his hands twitched slightly.

"My son! My son is awake! Bring me some water!"

Chu Bingtian also became excited: "Hurry up!"

The maids around hurriedly brought the things over, and Chu Bingtian snatched it away and handed it to his wife.

Mrs. Chu hurriedly took the child into her arms and carefully fed him a mouthful. Seeing Chu Songjun swallow it, she quickly fed him another mouthful.

Chu Songjun just felt a splitting headache.

It seemed like it was about to explode.

My eyelashes seemed to be stuck with glue.

I can't open my eyes at all.

He always felt that he was going to be in trouble this time and it would be difficult for him to survive.

But Chu Songjun was a little unwilling this time.

It was even more unwilling than the dozens of times before.

If he goes to the underworld this time, he will definitely go up and punch the King of Hell a few more times to vent his anger.

Let him mess around with the notebook!

Why, why did you choose this home for him!

How could his parents have such a child?

After a person becomes a ghost, he will not enter the cycle of reincarnation, but can only hold on to his obsessions and live between heaven and earth like a walking corpse.

What a sad thing this is.

Why did things turn out like this.

The bruises on the side of my mother's neck were purple, but there were no extra scratches. She was wearing a red dress, and even an ordinary person would know the ominous meaning of red clothes. There was a crooked bench under her feet.

She looked like she was committing suicide.

The same happened to my father. His head and body were separated. His head was taken to the bedroom by my mother, and his body was left somewhere unknown. The cut on his neck was very clean, and seemed to be from the left side of the neck to the lower right. There were no other wounds on his hands, but there were traces of collision on his body from walking without a head.

He also looked like he was committing suicide.

But how could someone commit suicide so resolutely?

They had been arguing for almost two months, but the two sides could never reach an agreement.

How could they both die on this sudden night?

Chu Songjun didn't believe it.

He is not a three-year-old.

He is unwilling to accept this! He really is unwilling to accept this!

***

"I'm sweating! I'm sweating. Could it be that I'm having a nightmare?"

Seeing a light layer of sweat on Chu Songjun's forehead, Old Lady Chu hurried to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid, grandson. All our ancestors are here."

"Mom! Be careful!"

Chu Bingtian suddenly put his arm around his mother and pulled his wife with the other.

"Stay away!"

Chu Bingtian's breathing gradually became rapid.

A chilly cold air seeped out from the ground, and the fear that came from nowhere entangled their hearts like vines, tightening their grip.

It's like the feeling of weightlessness brought about by falling in an instant.

Goose bumps are popping up one by one, crowded together.

A pale, corpse-like hand reached out from the shadows on the ground.

Next came the extremely black long hair.

She raised her head and stared at Chu Bingtian with her gloomy eyes.

"Ho, ho—ho."

"Songjun!"

Zheng Yuanying couldn't help but scream, trying to push away Chu Bingtian's hand and hug Chu Songjun who was still lying on the couch.

"Yuanying, don't worry, she won't hurt Songjun."

Chu Bingtian increased his strength and locked Zheng Yuanying into his arms: "She won't hurt Song Jun."

"Zhiqing! That's your child! Don't hurt Songjun!" Zheng Yuanying shouted.

"Yuan Ying! Calm down!"

"She won't hurt Song Jun. She won't hurt Song Jun."

Chu Bingtian repeated, as if he was comforting himself with an emphatic tone.

"Song Jun is out of control." He was strong and calm, with cold sweat running down his back, and ordered his attendants: "Go and bring back Doctor Wang!"

The maids responded in unison and ran out in a hurry.

Chu Bingtian took a deep breath.

The red-clothed female ghost opposite was crawling out like a spider, and the cold and gloomy air rushed to the surroundings like a tide, and the house seemed to darken in an instant.

Songjun was only a thirteen-year-old boy, but he was able to have two ghosts following him because of his parentage.

Chu Bingtian originally thought that it would take about five or six years before he would see his brother and sister-in-law again, but he never expected to see them today.

Song Jun was so young and had just suffered a serious illness.

As soon as he passed the gates of hell, the evil ghost immediately went out of control. Could it be that the heaven was going to take Song Jun away?

Chu Bingtian felt more and more powerless, and his hands and feet felt cold.

"Bingtian."

Old Mrs. Chu suddenly held Chu Bingtian's hand.

The old lady's eyes were wide open, her face full of disbelief, and her trembling finger pointed towards the bed.

"how!"

Chu Bingtian shouted in a daze.

He saw a pair of eyes staring at him from above the bed, sweat dripping down the forehead into the eyes, but he didn't even blink.

Chu Songjun's throat was still dry, his lips were pale, and his face was lifeless.

He gritted his teeth: "Who are you?"

As he finished his words, the female ghost's long black hair suddenly fluttered and flew towards him at lightning speed.

Chu Bingtian lowered his head, his hands and feet were suddenly tied up, and he was suspended in the air!

“Uhh—”

Chu Bingtian was stunned.

"Song Jun, my son!"

"Grandson, you're awake! Are you feeling unwell?"

Chu Bingtian still hasn't recovered from his shock.

He was in a trance.

Is his son Songjun controlling ghosts?

Three years old?

At an age when he suffered a serious illness and unexpected changes.

Noble families all love to create child prodigies.

But everyone knows where this reputation comes from, it's just that the higher-ups helped to falsify it.

Song Jun was able to control ghosts at the age of three! What a natural talent!

How could there be such a beautiful and gifted child in the world? May our ancestors bless us!

As long as this child can survive! Then the Yuzhang Chu family...

"say!"

The ghost girl's hair suddenly pierced through Chu Bingtian's palm.

He groaned subconsciously, but a relieved smile slowly appeared on his face. He couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahaha——"

Chu Songjun was so angry that his throat hurt. He held back his anger and said, "If you don't want to say it, I will..."

He suddenly vomited blood.

The blood splattered on the bed and slowly seeped into the shadow.

Seeing this, Chu Bingtian hurriedly said, "Don't be angry, my son! Just listen to what your father has to say in detail!"

"Your father's surname is Chu! The Chu of Yuzhang Chu clan! I am your father's elder brother! He entrusted you to me! I have already recognized you as my own son! I will never hurt you!"

Chu Songjun frowned, and his entire body and internal organs seemed to be wailing. He pursed his lips in pain.

Feeling the mother's emotions.

There is no murderous intent in the tyranny.

The mother certainly had no hostility towards them.

Is it really...

He hadn't finished thinking and was about to continue questioning when he felt dizzy.

Chu Songjun only felt a darkness before his eyes.

The female ghost also instantly disappeared into the shadow. He fell on the bed and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Chu Bingtian fell to the ground.

Old Madam Chu hurriedly stepped forward with her daughter-in-law, passed Chu Bingtian, and shouted, "Doctor Wang! Where is Doctor Wang?"

"My son! Don't scare me!" Zheng Yuanying rushed forward with tears in her eyes. She wanted to wipe the child's face with a handkerchief but put it back. She kept her hands around the child but did not dare to move, for fear of scaring the child.

"The old illness has not been cured, and the ghost-controlling has hurt my body again!" Chu Bingtian struggled to get up.

The maid Songzhi, who went to fetch Doctor Wang, tripped over the threshold and stumbled as she shouted, "Here comes Doctor Wang! Here comes Doctor Wang!"

Doctor Wang, who was dragged in by the guards, was still a little dazed while holding the box.

What's going on?

Suddenly I became so anxious.

He shuddered subconsciously. It seemed that the room was very cold.

But soon Doctor Wang was no longer in the mood to care whether the house was cold or not.

He immediately saw the Chu family's head with a pierced palm: "Mr. Temple, your hand——"

But before he could take a closer look.

I could smell a stronger smell of blood at the tip of my nose.

He turned his head and was so frightened that his hands loosened instantly and he almost dropped the Chinese medicine box.

The bed was in a mess.

But what was even worse was the only descendant of the Yuzhang Chu family who had just escaped from danger.

God have mercy on me, how could this only child become like this?

But the one who was even more pitiful was Doctor Wang himself, who felt dizzy before his eyes.

As expected, he heard the head of the Chu family shouting, "I only hope that Doctor Wang will do his best to treat the patient! We, the Chu family, are willing to give everything we have! If you have any instructions, please let me know!"

He said that he would do everything he could to save the child, but what he meant was that if Doctor Wang couldn't cure the child, he would do everything he could to bring this quack down with him!

Look at the young master of the Chu family vomiting three liters of blood!

Didn’t he tell us how to take care of them? Is that how they take care of them?

God have mercy on us.

He just thought he had survived the Chu family's butcher knife, but he was gone in just an hour!

Why bother to play tricks on him like this! I will never become famous again in my next life as a doctor!

Doctor Wang took out the acupuncture kit painfully.