Song Wenzhi, standing in the back row, was stunned. Why did he feel that his grandfather was acting like a lackey?
Yan Chiyu didn't have time to reply. He stood by the bed, reached out and grabbed something above where Song Suian was lying, and then leaned closer to take a look.
Song Wenzhi's expression was one of horror.
My goodness, what is Brother Yan doing?
Soon, Song Wenzhi smelled an unpleasant burning odor in the air. It didn't smell like ordinary burning materials; it smelled like something rotten was being burned.
Without turning his head, the boy casually ordered, "Open the window wider."
Grandpa frowned, and Song Wenzhi immediately rushed over to open the half-closed window as wide as possible, then turned back and asked, "And then what? What do you need to do?"
I thought there would be more complicated steps to follow, but I heard Yan Chiyu say indifferently, "That's enough."
Ah, this...that's it?
After Yan Chiyu stopped and went to the restroom to wash his hands, Song, leaning on his cane, approached him and asked, "How was it?"
"Back then, in order to save Song Sui'an, he was born prematurely, which damaged his vital energy. His destiny was weak and his body was frail. He should have avoided these things more often."
Yan Chiyu said, "Just now, his three souls and seven spirits were devoured by evil spirits. If it had been any later, his souls would have been completely swallowed up, and he would have been beyond saving."
"Brother Yan, I understand every single word you say, but I just don't understand them when they're put together," said Song Wenzhi, a newbie with a look of curiosity.
The boy glanced at him indifferently, "Old Man Song will explain to you later."
"Can I say?" Old Song was somewhat flattered.
Yan Chiyu: "Whatever."
The worry on Old Song's face hadn't faded yet, "Sui'an, him?"
"I'll have someone bring the medicinal herbs over." Yan Chiyu took out his phone and opened the WeChat account pinned to the top, named "Wu Songsong".
3D2Y: Wu Yue, go to Wu Nian's house and bring Gui An to the Song family's old house.
Need a leg accessory: Huh?
Wu Yue was a little confused by this sudden remark.
3D2Y: Xiao Sui'an's soul was being devoured by an evil spirit and was almost dead. He let Gui An enter his body to live in it, so that they could nourish each other's souls until they became one.
Need a leg pendant: There must be side effects to merging souls into one, right?
3D2Y: Hmm.
Wu Yue packed her things and went downstairs, asking the driver to take her to Wu Cunxu's house.
She sat in the car while keeping in touch with Yan Chiyu.
Need a leg accessory: What are the potential side effects?
3D2Y: May have a dual personality.
Even without standing face to face with Yan Chiyu, Wu Yue could imagine that he must be expressionless and indifferent at this moment.
That is indeed the case.
While listening to his grandfather quietly explain Yan Chiyu's identity, Song Wenzhi kept an eye on Yan Chiyu's expression.
If he had to choose one word to describe Yan Chiyu, he could only think of calm, composed, peaceful, indifferent...
Oh no, these words are going to keep playing in his head.
Song Wenzhi would occasionally widen his eyes to show his shock, and occasionally cover his mouth to show his admiration for Yan Chiyu.
Finally, he almost knelt down and shouted to Yan Chiyu: "Brother Yan is awesome!"
Thinking back to how Yan Chiyu teleported him just now, it was both terrifying and cool.
Wait a minute, the reason Brother Yan is in such a hurry isn't because he talks too much, but because he's worried about Sui'an. Yes, that must be it.
After a while, Yan Chiyu looked up at Song Wenzhi and said, "Go to the door and greet Wu Yue."
"Okay, sure, right away!"
Song Wenzhi agreed, but in his heart he was thinking that even something as simple as delivering medicine involved a family workshop.
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