The man's voice trembled, and after he finished speaking, he knelt down in front of Liang Meng.
Liang Meng was stunned. It was such a big deal, but it forced a man into this state.
"Get up first. If you have anything to say, just tell me. Yunmeng Hall is open to help you and will definitely fulfill your wish."
After hearing Liang Meng's certainty, the man stood up, shaking his body.
He walked to the chair next to him and sat down.
Seeing the man like this, Liang Meng frowned and speculated: Could it be that he has some terminal illness? Why is he so weak?
The man lowered his head and said nothing for a long time.
Liang Meng did not disturb him, giving him enough time to calm down.
After a while, the man raised his hand and brushed the dirty hair that was hanging in front of his eyes into wisps behind his ears.
But his eyes were not looking at Liang Meng, but straight ahead, and his fingers on his legs kept twisting his stained robe.
"Master, I am sick."
The man suddenly turned around, his eyes wide open and a strange expression on his face as he said this to Liang Meng.
Liang Meng???
I see. It's very obvious.
"you,"
Liang Meng had just opened her mouth to utter a word when the man interrupted her and said something else.
"But I don't know how long I've been sick. I don't know."
As the man spoke, he raised his hand and pulled his hair in extreme annoyance.
This? Liang Meng wondered, could this be a mental illness?
"I really don't know."
The man held his head with both hands, his eyes were red, and the hair that he had just brushed behind his ears now fell again in front of his eyes.
"I don't know how long I've been eating that filthy stuff."
"I used to think I had eaten something rotten, so my mouth always had a bad smell."
"Is it from that time that I became ill? Yes, of course."
The man's words were incoherent and confusing. Liang Meng and Chuanqi were both confused.
"Could you please elaborate? What did you eat?"
Seeing that the man was close to collapse, Liang Meng interrupted his monologue.
Unexpectedly, when the man heard Liang Meng's question, he suddenly fell to the ground and started retching.
This gave Liang Meng a fright.
What's wrong? What did I eat that made me so sensitive and disgusted?
The man's thin body curled up on the ground, trembling all over as he retched.
The shoulder blade almost poked through the clothes.
Liang Meng quickly asked Chuanqi to help the man up from the ground and sit him in a chair. He also brought him a cup of tea and asked him to drink some to relieve his nausea.
After the man finally calmed down, Liang Meng didn't dare to ask any more questions.
He would lose control of his emotions and become manic, or he would retch continuously.
How can I ask this?
"I hope the hall master will forgive me. I lost my composure."
The man held the teacup and gave Liang Meng a weak smile. His pale lips were cracked and peeling.
"If it's really hard to say it, then don't say it anymore."
"But,"
After hearing what Liang Meng said, the man thought that Liang Meng wanted to kick him out and was unwilling to give him treatment.
He stood up from the chair in a panic, and the unfinished tea spilled all over his stained green gown.
"Don't worry, don't worry."
Liang Meng raised her hand and asked the man to sit down in the chair.
"Just sit there and I'll take care of the rest."
After saying this, without waiting for the man to say anything else, she bit her finger and drew a talisman in the air. As the incantation came out, the talisman affixed to the man's forehead, and the Chixuan sword seal glowed faintly.
The man slowly closed his eyes. His body, which had been tense since he entered, gradually relaxed.
Liang Meng chanted the spell again, and the light of the Chixuan sword seal pointed directly at the talisman on the man's forehead.
After a moment, Liang Meng waved his sleeves at the talisman.
The talisman floated from the man's forehead into the air and slowly opened.
Liang Meng and Chuanqi stared intently at the scene of the talisman opening.
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