Chapter 6: The Crimson Mole on the Heart
Gui Lian was stunned and before he could react, Duan Anluo, wrapped in spiritual energy, pulled him to the ground, stepped on him, and rubbed him against the ground.
The cement floor, which had never been renovated, was rough. After being covered with a layer of spiritual energy, the granular texture seemed almost the same to ghosts as to humans.
Duan Anlu still felt unsatisfied, so his spiritual energy grew into spikes, turning into a piercing nail board. Ignoring Gui Lian's screams, he pressed the other party on it and crushed him repeatedly.
The ghost face screamed in pain. It was originally a mass split from the mother body, formed by evil spirits such as murderous spirits, resentment, and ghost spirits. After being injured, the evil spirits leaked out, and it became smaller and smaller, and the ghost face became more and more hideous.
Han Zhen subconsciously hugged his stomach and clamped his legs together. When he thought about the fact that this thing had been in his stomach for half a month, he felt like he was going to pee, and his penis trembled.
Jiang Yuan covered his mouth as well, he didn't dare to make a sound, he was too excited: his ideal self was just like his master!
If he could become as powerful as his master, he would be willing to take off his pants, do handstands, splits, spin, and pee with Han Zhen on the playground!
Duan Anluo had beaten the ghost face until there was still a trace of resentment left in it. He kicked it into the corner like a ball. The surrounding spiritual energy turned into a cage, firmly imprisoning the ghost face.
Duan Anluo sat down calmly. This body was too weak. He would feel dizzy if he moved a lot. He couldn't let his emotions fluctuate too much.
Jiang Yuan quickly took a bottle of Wahaha, inserted a straw, and held it in both hands and handed it over. If it had a tail, he would have shaken it twice, "Master, drink this."
Duan Anluo took it and took a sip. The sweet taste made him feel much better.
But that ghost face was still courting death. Even as he was about to disappear, he dared to yell at Duan Anluo: "My mother will not let you go!"
Duan Anluo put the Wahaha on the table, making a "dong" sound. The table that Jiang Yuan had just repaired two days ago was shaky. "Tell her to come to me, I will introduce her to a father!"
The spiritual energy formed a palm and crushed the ghost face directly. The remaining evil energy, together with the previous ones, gradually merged into Duan Anluo's body.
Duan Anluo felt that the dizziness he had just felt was gone, and he felt a little better than before.
These negative things can indeed repair his body.
As the black aura was absorbed, a picture appeared in front of Duan Anluo's eyes. In the evening, the drizzle was falling continuously, and several servants carried a gray sedan and hurriedly came to the door of a farmer's house.
The middle-aged man in the lead pulled out a small bag of silver from his sleeve and asked the man dressed as a scholar waiting at the gate of the dilapidated courtyard, "Are you ready?"
The scholar looked at the silver greedily and said flatteringly, "It's been ready for a long time. I've been waiting for you to carry the man all day."
The middle-aged man looked at him with disdain and then took out a contract. "During the lease period, she has nothing to do with you, and you can't go looking for her. If she runs away, you have to pay the rent."
The scholar took the contract in both hands and pressed his fingerprints. "Don't worry, she won't dare run away. Her son is in my hands."
The housekeeper asked one more question: "Isn't he your son?"
"Yes, my son, my biological son." The scholar introduced him with great enthusiasm, as if he were introducing a commodity. "Don't worry, she can give birth to a son, she's good-looking, and she can read. Master Huang can use her as he pleases. As long as my son is in my hands, she won't run away. If she dares to run away, I'll beat her up. She's tough and can't be killed."
The butler threw the small amount of silver over like trash and said, "Alright, I'll give you the money and the goods."
The scene stopped abruptly, and Duan Anluo frowned and looked at his hands.
He has a pair of wise eyes. People who practice cultivation will gradually develop wise eyes when they reach a certain level of practice.
He is not like that. He has been gifted with a keen eye since he was young. When he looks at a person, he can see his past, present and future.
Because he always predicted death, he was known as an unlucky person when he was very young.
When he grew up, he had learned to control these eyes. When the black aura was absorbed into his body, he was not on guard and automatically saw what happened in the past.
I don’t know if these experiences were witnessed by this ghost face, that woman, or by someone other than the two, but judging by their attire, they don’t happen recently.
After the revival of spiritual energy, some objects began to develop intelligence, but the person had been dead for so many years, it was impossible for him to become a ghost just because of the revival of spiritual energy. There must be something causing trouble.
"Why do I feel like there's another one inside?"
"Don't you realize that you are really fat?"
The conversation between the two children interrupted his thoughts. Han Zhen touched his belly. The big belly was gone and he felt much better. However, his belly still hurt because it was bloated before.
Han Zhen touched his chin and said, "Have I really gained weight? I think I have gained a little bit."
Come to think of it, his mother and sister treated him like a trash can, feeding him excess soup and dishes he didn't like. He did gain some weight during this period.
He learned his lesson and said, "I'll go running tonight!"
Jiang Yuan really wanted to remind him that it was not safe to run at night in this season because there were delicious foods everywhere and he would probably get fatter the more he ran.
Duan Anluo extended his hand to Jiang Yuan, "Where's the needle? He still has bloating in his stomach and needs some treatment."
Jiang Yuan asked: "What needle?
"Acupuncture needles."
Jiang Yuan's eyes were full of admiration. "Master, can you also treat illnesses?"
"The Five Arts of Xuanmen are mountain cultivation, medicine, destiny, physiognomy, and divination. Medicine involves the use of prescriptions, acupuncture, and spiritual healing to treat physical and mental illnesses. Didn't your master teach you that?"
Jiang Yuan asked quietly, "Is it possible that he doesn't know how to do it either?"
Therefore, they usually don’t use it and their family doesn’t have any preparations.
Duan Anluo imagined the scene of a useless child being chased by a dog. Not only could he not beat the dog, but he might also catch fish to fill his stomach, and even the fish slapped him in the mouth with its tail... How miserable!
He stroked the back of Jiang Yuan's head and coaxed him gently, "My dear grandson, although your spiritual power is so low that it's not even as high as the monkey I raised before, and your talent is so poor that you can't even lead a horse, you are also destined to be short of money and can't even support yourself. I don't know which fool of the Xuanmen would accept a disciple with a fate like yours. However, the Xuanmen protects its people. Since I have accepted you, the master will protect you for the rest of your life. In the future, the master will accept a few more disciples and let them support you."
Jiang Yuan was almost in tears. He felt so sorry for the ancestors of Xuanmen. He would definitely practice diligently in the future!
And study! He has to work and study at the same time, and can't let money affect his studies anymore!
Duan Anlu was satisfied. Seeing the child was moved, he had to coax him.
After being coaxed by him, his useless disciples became more and more enthusiastic in practicing martial arts, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Jiang Yuan felt uncomfortable and secretly counted his generations on his fingers. Wouldn't he be able to sit at home and have his grandfather come from heaven in the future?
People in their line of work have few relatives. If they were an orphan and younger than him, would they have to change their great-grandfather's diapers and take him to kindergarten?
It’s killing me!
He wants to learn! He wants to improve!
At the very least, he can't let his master find him a great-grandfather who wears open-crotch pants right now!
Han Zhen interrupted Jiang Yuan's ambitions, "Grandpa, please don't worry about me for now. What about my sister? Is she really pregnant? I'm a little worried. Can you take a look at my sister?"
Duan Anluo reminded him: "Ask your sister how she is now."
Han Ying was in the hospital for a checkup. She had been very stable recently. When she received a call from her brother, she said gently, "I'm fine. I'm just tired and weak. Don't worry. I asked and it's normal. It happens in the early stages of pregnancy."
Han Zhen said with a stiff upper lip: "Sister, do you suspect that there is something wrong with that temple? I also had one stuffed in my stomach, it was really scary."
"You are fat. I won't say anymore. It's my turn." Han Ying didn't want to hear her brother say anything unpleasant, so she hung up the phone directly.
The doctor looked at her checkup sheet in confusion, "Are you Han Ying?"
Han Ying was stunned. Her mother-in-law reacted first and asked nervously, "Yes, she is the real one. Doctor, what's wrong?"
The doctor said firmly: "She is not pregnant."
"Impossible!" Han Ying retorted subconsciously, her mind going blank.
She nervously flipped through the previous medical records, her whole body shaking. "Look, it's already been confirmed!"
The doctor gave her a soothing look and said, "Don't worry, you're definitely not pregnant now. It might have been a misdiagnosis. You're still young and healthy, so you'll definitely have a baby."
The doctor couldn't explain it clearly. Logically, her colleague shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake.
"No, how could this happen?" Han Ying collapsed and couldn't stand steadily. "No! Doctor, please take another look! You must have seen it wrong!"
Her mother-in-law was relieved, hugged her tightly and comforted her: "It's okay if you don't have it, my daughter, you have to think about the rest of your life. Zongzhi is dead, he can't come back, and you are still young."
Before she could finish her words, her tears were already dripping, falling silently without even a sound.
After the doctors and nurses learned about the situation, they didn't know how to persuade the patient. For some reason, there were several strange patients in the obstetrics and gynecology department in the past few days.
Yesterday, there was a high school girl who didn’t even have a boyfriend, but her belly suddenly grew bigger for no apparent reason.
The medical staff checked and found no illness.
His parents suspected that the girl was pregnant and insisted on bringing her to the hospital for an induced abortion. They also kept asking the girl who the boy was and threatened to go to her school to find her teacher if she didn't tell them.
The girl collapsed and wanted to jump off the building several times, but was stopped by medical staff. It is unknown how she is now.
Han Ying didn't know how she left the clinic until she reached the lobby. Her mother-in-law helped her sit down and said, "Drink some water. You've turned pale."
Han Ying looked up and saw her mother-in-law's red eyes and her hair which had turned completely white in just one month. She suddenly realized how ridiculous she was.
The person who should be most saddened by her husband's sudden death should be his mother, but she has been asking her to take care of her.
"Mom." Han Ying called out, her voice hoarse, all the strength in her body was drained, and she didn't know what to say next.
A pair of warm and strong hands held her in his arms, "Good girl, cry if you want to. After you're done, wipe your tears. Don't let others laugh at you. We still have to live our lives in the future."
At this time, an ambulance stopped at the door and several medical staff pushed the patient in.
Han Ying took a subconscious look and saw that it was a young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with sunken cheeks and dark eye sockets. Her loose clothes still couldn't cover her big belly, making her look like a pregnant woman about to give birth.
People around were whispering, "She's pregnant at such a young age, what kind of family education is that?"
"Is it because of illness? His face looks very ugly."
"What kind of illness could cause such a big belly? I saw her here yesterday. Her parents said she was pregnant, but she never told me who the man was. If I had a daughter like that, I would beat her to death!"
The passing wind blew on Han Ying's body, and she shivered inexplicably. It was so cold. It was already June and the temperature was over 30 degrees Celsius, but she felt like she was carrying a big stone on her back, cold and heavy.
At the same time, my stomach began to tighten and swell.
Just when she was at a loss, her heart suddenly felt warm, as if a fire was ignited, dispelling the gloom around her.
Han Ying covered her chest with her hands. She didn't know when a cinnabar mole had grown in this place, and it always felt hot when she was cold.
"Sister!" When Han Zhen found the hospital, he saw his distraught sister sitting in the corner, as if she had lost her soul.
Although his eldest and second sisters often teamed up to beat him when he was little, they loved him very much. He would fight anyone who dared to bully his two sisters.
Han Zhen ran over and greeted his aunt first. Looking at his sister's face, he squatted on the ground and asked cautiously, "Sister, are you okay? What did the doctor say?"
Han Ying looked at her brother, who was sweating profusely. "I'm fine. Why are you here?"
"I'm worried, so I brought a friend over to check on her. Great-grandfather, please look after my sister. Where's Great-grandfather?"
Jiang Yuan was getting anxious, but in the blink of an eye, his master disappeared.
"My master said that someone is consuming their soul to protect Sister Han Ying. She is fine for now. If there is no one to protect her, she will turn into a girl like that. He went to take a look."
What a fool! Doesn't the master know how old he is? They even have to give him a separate booth at the museum. Can he even recognize the signs to the hospital?
What should I do if I get lost?
What should I do if I lose it?
What should I do if I’m kidnapped?
What should I do if I'm taken directly to the operating room and my kidney is cut?
The author has something to say:
I was still wondering where the attacker was assigned. He should be coming out by now.
I haven't written in two years, my hands are as clumsy as a fork, and I haven't figured out the identity of the top yet. It can't be a real vixen, right? I haven't written a vixen yet.
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