When she left, she entered through the large box in the garden utility room. Now the box is in the study. It must have been moved by my mother. In order to verify whether she opened the door according to the location mark or the mark on the "door" itself.

Now it seems that whichever door she uses, her position will change if the door's position changes.

In other words, if she goes to Wangshan City next time, she can ask the escort agency to transport a large box, and she doesn't have to stay there herself every day.

While she was relieved, Sang Que was also a little disappointed, because her mother would definitely ask her to go to school normally while the escort agency was transporting the boxes.

"Mom~ I'm back~"

Sang Que came out of the box with Xuan Yu, but no one responded.

Woof woof! Woof woof! The little general's voice came from the garden.

I took out my cell phone, turned it on, and called my mom.

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"Mom, are you hungry? Let's go eat duck blood vermicelli soup."

When he arrived at the hospital's outpatient infusion room, he saw his mother sitting there with an IV drip, and knowing that he had not lied to her, Sang Que finally put his heart at ease.

"So what are you going to do with this invitation?" Sang Que asked.

Sang Que put the watermelon aside, with a guilty look in his eyes, "I'm sorry, Mom. It's me who has implicated you again."

Sang Que exhaled, "Mom, where have you been?"

Sang Que suppressed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, smiled, and saw that his mother's bottle of medicine was almost empty. He went out to find the nurse to remove the needle and asked about his mother's condition.

"I know that if I don't tell you the truth first, you will definitely hide something from me. So today, Mom will set an example and keep our promise. I won't hide anything from you. In fact, I didn't get pneumonia suddenly. It's because I used the storyteller's ability and paid the price."

Sang Que bit the spoon and took the phone. He saw the notification message inviting him to join the group on his mother's phone. The spoon in Sang Que's mouth fell, his throat tightened, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Mom, why did you suddenly get pneumonia?"

She waited until Sangque came back before lighting the button, so that Sangque could see it and feel at ease.

"Besides, being able to help you is a sense of accomplishment for me. Who wants to be a burden, right? You are in such a dangerous place, it is impossible for everything to go smoothly. I hope that we, mother and daughter, can be honest enough and exert the power of one plus one being greater than two. This way, we can survive better, whether in the Gui Dynasty or here, whether it is you or me."

After eating and drinking, Sangque went to the supermarket again and bought some delicious food, fruits and other things for Xiachan.

The call was connected immediately, as if my mother had been watching the phone.

After removing the needle, Sang Que pushed the wheelchair out. A male doctor came towards them in the corridor. Sang Que was so frightened that he immediately squatted down and hid beside the wheelchair.

Sang Wan took the phone and said, "Although I am very curious about what is going on behind this group, our current strength is not enough. If we join rashly, we will only be used. If we leave it alone, unknown changes may easily occur, so..."

"Okay, then I'll put my phone next to you. If you have anything, call me immediately."

"When Aunt Xu sent me there last night, my condition was indeed very urgent, but by the morning, the symptoms had eased a lot, and even the doctor was puzzled. Finally, at my request, I was not hospitalized for observation, but only given an injection in the outpatient clinic. I will take some medicine to consolidate my condition, and there should be no problem. If you are free tomorrow, please go and thank Aunt Xu for me."

After returning home, Sang Que sat on the sofa holding half a watermelon and a spoon, ready to tell her mother about her experience.

But before Sang Que could say anything, Sang Wan interrupted her and handed the phone to Sang Que.

The summer night wind was blowing, full of the smell of barbecue. Sang Wan could see that Sang Que was in a good mood, probably because there was no trouble at the Gui Dynasty for the time being. During the meal, Sang Wan found that Sang Que had added a lot of duck blood, and her skin, which she had deliberately tanned before, had become a degree whiter, and her complexion was not very good, as if she was lacking blood.

Sang Wan looked at her mobile phone. The story chain group suddenly found her, which meant that she had begun to fall into the dark side of the world and was getting deeper and deeper.

Sang Wan continued, "I fainted last night. Aunt Xu, that is, Xu Shufen, called me. My phone vibrated and fell to the ground. Little General grabbed it anxiously and answered the call. I was dazed at the time and heard Little General calling. I don't know how Aunt Xu understood. When I woke up, I was in the hospital."

Sang Que unpacked two jars for Xuan Yu and placed them on the table. He quickly took a shower, changed his clothes, and blew his hair half dry before taking his cell phone and going out, leaving Xuan Yu and the little general at home.

Sang Wan decisively clicked "Reject", and then the notification message disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"Xiao Que, we are mother and daughter as well as comrades-in-arms. What we fear most is hiding things from each other. We all care about each other and are even willing to sacrifice our lives for each other, but we cannot really regard sacrificing our lives as our last resort. We should support each other and live well."

Sang Que looked over and saw that the table was clean. Did Xuan Yu say that there was something wrong with Mo? Sang Que hurried out of the study and looked around, but he couldn't find any trace of his mother, and he panicked.

After the male doctor walked over, Sang Que used Sang Wan's wheelchair as a scooter and took Sang Wan away from the hospital.

Sang Que walked over and sat down, "I'm fine, look at the wound on my neck, it has healed on its own."

Sang Wan smiled, "The reason why I told you so frankly is that I don't want you to struggle. I'm an adult and I know what I'm doing. You feel guilty because you care about me. I'm very happy, but I don't want you to be timid because of this."

Sang Wan made a 'staring at you' gesture, and Sang Que sighed. She had thought it all through and would not talk about the storyteller's matter for the time being. She did not expect that she could escape from the predicament in Ming Mansion, and that was with the help of her mother.

On the other end of the phone, Sang Wan cleared her throat and said, "Xiao Que, don't worry. Mom has some symptoms of pneumonia and is on IV drip in the hospital."

Sang Que was so shocked that she didn't know what to say for a moment. The mother and daughter looked at each other. Xuan Yu squatted on the coffee table, licking her fur.

When Sang Wan heard the voice, he seemed to be unable to react. He stared at Sang Que, looking around inside and out.

"Is it serious? This is the hospital next door to our house, right? I'll be there right away!"

"Only if you are strong enough, can we face everything calmly. Now tell me everything about the storyteller, no matter how big or small, don't try to lie to mom~"

Sang Wan felt relieved and smiled gently, "It seems that you have had an adventure, you are worthy of being the protagonist of a cool novel!"

"It's not serious. I'm feeling much better now. Take a shower and change your clothes first, then come pick me up. I'll be done soon."

"By the way, I have already told Aunt Xu about the group. She seems to know some 'relevant people'. I believe someone will investigate. For now, it is better for us to focus on you."

Meow~ Xuanyu jumped onto the desk and squatted next to the ink that Sang Wan used to write calligraphy.

Sure enough, she was just a protagonist in a novel, and her mother was the god who controlled everything! Sang Que offered a watermelon to her god, "You eat it, I'll say."

The night was long and the mother and daughter had no mood to sleep. They talked from the living room to the study. Sang Que never stopped talking, except that she was still eating.

Sang Wan had been taking notes, sorting out all the details about storytellers and summarizing the storyteller's rules one by one.

"...Mom, what do you think I should do next time I meet a storyteller to avoid being drawn into his story?"

(End of this chapter)