Ji Bohan was absent-minded because of what happened in his dream.
He stayed in the study and didn't go anywhere.
However, he couldn't read any of those books.
He had a vague feeling of foreboding in his heart, which made him feel uneasy and anxious.
Unable to calm down, he went downstairs and stared blankly at the flower beds that were carefully cared for day and night.
Yan Xi has been following him, feeling depressed.
He didn't say anything today. He looked lifeless and dull.
Because he was convincing himself, convincing himself to accept the fact that there was nothing he could do.
In the afternoon, the second wife came back in a hurry.
A middle-aged man followed behind him.
No need to guess, you know that this man is the Taoist priest who aids and abets the evil.
Yan Xi thought he had become numb, but when he saw this Taoist priest, he still felt uncomfortable and unwilling to give up.
Ji Bohan knew nothing.
The Taoist went to see Ji Boheng.
Mr. Ji thought he was just an ordinary folk doctor and didn't hold much hope for him.
In the room.
The second wife and Xia Meng stared at the Taoist priest, trying to see something from his face.
After a long moment, the Taoist priest opened his eyes and looked at them. "…Young Master Ji's condition is very dire. His soul is unstable and could leave his body at any moment. I have just managed to stabilize his soul, but if he is not revived in time, he will still pass away."
When the Second Madam and Xia Meng heard this, their faces turned pale.
Xia Meng held Ji Boheng's hand tightly, as if she had made up her mind, "Master, use my life span to extend his life."
"Xia Meng..." The second wife hesitated to speak.
Xia Meng smiled and shook her head, tears in her eyes, "Second Madam, you don't have to persuade me. Bai Heng is so good to me. He just wants to lend me some life. It's fine with me."
As she spoke, she looked up at the Taoist priest and said, "Master, when can I perform the ritual?"
The Taoist priest looked at her, frowned, and shook his head, "You can't."
Hearing this, Xia Meng was stunned, "Why?"
"It's just not possible. There's no reason." The Taoist priest refused to give a clear reason.
He didn't want to point out that the woman had a very short lifespan and wouldn't survive this month.
There is no life to borrow.
"What about me? Master, look at me." The second wife hurried forward, her expression anxious. "As long as I can save my son, I won't do anything."
The Taoist priest looked at her, frowned and shook his head, "You can't do it either."
The second wife didn't understand, "Why is this?"
The Taoist priest asked in return, "Do you two really want to extend Young Master Ji's life? I advise you to think twice. Extending life is against the will of heaven and will definitely backfire."
"Yes, no matter what, I must extend my son's life. I only have this one son, and his life is my life. Without him, there is no point in me living." The second wife said, and she couldn't help crying.
Xia Meng's eyes moistened when she saw it. She walked over and hugged her, just like a real mother and daughter. "Master, I beg you, please save him. I am willing to pay any price."
Seeing this, the Taoist sighed softly, "Well, since you insist on doing this, I will help you, but you need to find someone who can extend your life."
Xia Meng and the Second Madam looked at each other and bowed to him excitedly, "Thank you, Master."
Yan Xi, who witnessed everything, looked at them coldly.
The Taoist priest was arranged to stay.
After he came out, Master Ji asked about the second wife's situation.
The second wife smiled and said, "The master said that Heng'er can be saved."
Upon hearing this, Master Ji's eyes lit up and his brows raised with joy, "Are you serious?"
"Yes, master, Heng'er can be saved. Those doctors out there are all quacks who say he doesn't have much time left. But our Heng'er has a lot of life left in him. He will definitely live to be a hundred years old!" The second wife looked determined, as if she was cheering herself up.
"That's good, that's good." Master Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and the joy on his face was visibly reflected. "Yes, my son will definitely live a long life."
Ji Bohan, who had just returned from a stroll in the garden, stood at the door and looked at the two people in high spirits, curling his lips and sneering.
Without saying anything, he pushed his wheelchair past them and prepared to go upstairs, as if he didn't see them.
Although Master Ji was used to him being like this, he was still a little angry and said coldly, "Your brother is in danger, and you are so leisurely every day. What are you still laughing at at this time?"
Ji Bohan paused, looked back at him, and said with a half-smile, "Master Ji, what you said is really funny. If I don't laugh, then am I going to cry? He's not dead, why should I cry? I didn't see you guys that sad the day my mother died."
Upon hearing this, Master Ji's face turned blue and red. He was speechless and could only watch him go upstairs with anger on his face.
The second wife looked at him, a hint of vicious coldness in her eyes.
You little bastard, you actually cursed my son to death, why don't you just die?!
Thinking of this, she was stunned for a moment and narrowed her eyes slightly.
Yeah, why not let him die?
He's just a waste. Just let him die. It saves me from being an eyesore and getting annoyed every day.
Heng'er is different. He has a bright future and should live a long life.
Thinking of this, the second wife curled her lips slightly and smiled strangely.
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