"Let's go, let's go in, finish it quickly and go back quickly."
Xu Yi spoke, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the air.
"Let's go, I also want to find out what's going on with you!"
Xiao Tong walked forward.
When they got closer and walked into the living room, they saw the familiar face at a glance.
"Sister Daoist, nice to meet you again. Why are you here?"
Xiaoyu walked towards Xu Yi with a look of surprise.
"Hi, a friend asked me to help." Xu Yi smiled indifferently.
Seeing Xiaoyu go over, the fat monk also walked over and nodded towards the supplies.
I don’t know how these two people came here. Were they sent by the Investigation Bureau, or were they taking private jobs?
The other person was wearing Taoist clothes and holding a whisk, and looked a bit like a member of the Zhengyi Sect.
This person is about 50 years old and has the air of a master.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Sun Zhenguo said, "Masters, please take a seat. Master Chen, please take the seat."
Master Chen was not polite and sat directly in the first seat without even looking at Xu Yi and the fat monk.
People are a bit arrogant.
Xu Yi found a random seat and sat down.
Xiaoyu sat close to Xu Yi, and the fat monk sat not far from Xiaoyu.
Sun Zhengguo stood up and bowed to everyone present.
"Masters, thank you all for taking the time to come. The thing is, my daughter has always been good at writing lyrics and composing music, but I don't know when it started, but whenever she picks up a pen and thinks about writing lyrics and music, she gets a headache.
She rolled on the ground in pain, sweat pouring down her face.
We went to many hospitals and did all kinds of tests. We saw both Chinese and Western doctors, but they couldn't find any cause of the disease.
We are really at our wit's end and have contacted you all. Please lend a hand and help my daughter.
As long as you can cure my daughter's strange disease, I, Sun, will reward you handsomely.
Aunt Wu, bring the box up."
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