But no matter how angry Yan Xi was, he could do nothing about this woman.
He watched the person come in and watched her go out.
No matter how much he shouted.
Ji Bohan still showed no sign of waking up.
He was sleeping soundly, as if he had been drugged.
After Xia Meng went out, she hurried back to the second wife.
The second wife saw her and hurried forward to ask, "How is it? Is it done?"
Xia Meng was still frightened, her hands were still shaking. She nodded, too nervous to speak.
Seeing this, the Second Wife smiled triumphantly, "Very good, now it's up to the Master."
That night, everyone in the villa except the second wife, Xia Meng and the Taoist priest slept soundly.
The Taoist priest hurriedly completed the first life-extending ritual and then performed the second one.
Xia Meng looked at his focused expression, moved closer to the Second Wife, and whispered, "What's going on? Why is there a second round?"
The Second Wife looked up at her and said expressionlessly, "We've borrowed his life. If he dies in half a month, he'll definitely come back for revenge. With this ritual, even if he dies, he'll just be trampled under our feet and will never get up again."
After hearing this, Xia Meng was shocked, her heart beat faster, and she dared not make a sound.
The Taoist priest drew a formation at the fountain, walked around it, and muttered something. After a long time, the ritual was finally completed.
Seeing this, the Second Wife and Xia Meng hurried over and asked, "How is the Master?"
The Taoist priest smiled faintly, "It's already done. When he dies, his soul will be trapped under this fountain, exposed to the sun day after day. Over time, it will surely be reduced to ashes."
The Second Wife lowered her eyes, hiding the excitement in them, "Then, my son..."
Taoist priest: "Don't worry, his internal organs will slowly recover and his wounds will heal quickly."
"Thank you, Master!" The second wife immediately smiled.
Xia Meng didn't say anything, but she felt more or less happy when she heard that Ji Baiheng would get better.
The three of them cleaned up the scene and went back to their rooms, pretending nothing had happened.
Xia Meng stood by Ji Baiheng's bed, looking at this man, feeling inexplicably flustered.
She kept thinking about what the second wife and the Taoist priest had said.
Ji Bohan will die in half a month.
The master also performed a ritual to suppress him.
This shows that he might turn into a ghost after his death.
Xia Meng was a little scared.
Fear of retaliation.
The more Xia Meng thought about it, the more anxious she became. She looked at Ji Boheng lying on the bed, slowly lay on top of him, listened to his heartbeat, and suddenly felt a lot more at ease.
It's okay, it will be okay.
The master is so powerful.
He certainly can't escape.
Anyway, he was disabled for life and was miserable living, so death would be a relief.
Xia Meng kept comforting herself, and gradually, the remaining fear and guilt in her heart completely disappeared, and all that was left was the anticipation for Ji Baiheng to wake up.
At the same time, on Yan Xi's side.
He has been trying to contact Ji Baihan.
Over and over again.
Yan Xi’s voice became hoarse from shouting and she was tired from crying.
He fell to the ground helplessly, hugged his legs, curled up into a ball, his eyes dull, "Ji Bohan, wake up quickly, they want to take your life... No... It's murder, naked murder, wake up quickly..."
Yan Xi felt that he was having difficulty breathing, and his vision went dark and bright. Gradually, he lost his support, fell to the ground, and lost consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, he came to an endless sea of flowers.
At a glance, he saw Ji Baihan sleeping under a big tree.
Yan Xi's eyes narrowed, and he ran over with all his might, "Ji Bohan!"
Ji Baihan, who was under the tree, heard the sound and slowly opened his eyes.
He looked around and saw the person running towards him. He was slightly stunned, then he stood up and walked towards him.
The two people are getting closer and closer.
Yan Xi hugged his waist tightly, looking up at him breathlessly, "Ji Bohan, wake up quickly. The Second Madam and Xia Meng have teamed up with a Taoist priest to take away all the remaining life you have. If you don't wake up, you will die."
Ji Bohan opened and closed his mouth but did not speak, his brows furrowed, "What do you want to say?"
Yan Xi was slightly stunned, "Can't you hear what I say?"
Ji Bohan nodded, "I can't hear it, and I couldn't hear it last time either."
Yan Xi seemed to understand something and held his hand tightly, "So you were never a fantasy in my dream, you are the real Ji Bohan, right?!"
"Of course." Ji Bohan smiled slowly.
Upon hearing this, Yan Xi suddenly chuckled, "Listen, you are going to die, but you won't die so early. Think carefully about why."
Hearing the words "You are going to die", Ji Bohan was stunned. It was this sentence again.
He thought about Yan Xi's words, his eyes turned cold, "Do you mean that I will be killed by others?"
Yan Xi nodded hurriedly, "Yes, think about who in this villa wants you dead the most."
"Second Madam?" Ji Baihan suddenly raised his eyes.
Yan Xi was delighted and nodded frantically, "Also, you must remember to lift up the pillow and take a look when you wake up, Ji Bohan. I can only say this much. The rest depends on you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Bohan watched the person in front of him turn into pieces and disappear bit by bit, and he woke up from his dream.
He propped himself up and sat up, looking at the pitch-black room. He turned on the desk lamp, lifted the pillow, and a yellow talisman paper came into his eyes.
Ji Bohan narrowed his eyes and his face became gloomy.
He should have guessed the purpose of this talisman.
Ji Baiheng...If I can't live, you can't live well either!
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