Chapter 27: Grandma Wrapped in a Thick Deathly Aura

Huo Ning's eyelashes twitched slightly, wanting to continue to inquire for some useful information.

Unfortunately, the bus arrived.

There were so many people around and Huo Ning could only put the matter aside for the time being.

After getting off the car, Song Zhen and Huo Ning went straight to the hospital.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the ward, Huo Ning's brows furrowed.

The smell of disinfectant here made her feel very uncomfortable.

As soon as I opened the door of the ward, a gust of cold wind blew in my face.

Old Mrs. Song had gone for surgery and had not returned yet, so Song Zhen put the coat he had prepared long ago on Huo Ning.

"The air conditioner is very cold. I told the nurses several times but no one came to fix it. There is nothing I can do but put on more clothes."

When Song Zhen said this, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

They young people can bear it.

However, grandma is a patient. How can her illness be cured if she keeps using such a cold air conditioner for a long time?

Huo's gaze passed Song Zhen and fell on the empty bed next to her.

"Can't I apply to the hospital for a change of ward?"

This ward is filled with an eerie atmosphere and lingering resentment. If you continue to stay here, something bad will happen sooner or later.

Song Zhen sighed.

"I tried, but it didn't work. The other wards were full and they said they couldn't change them."

"And it's not just our room that has the air conditioning problem, it's the same everywhere else we move to."

Huo Ning thought that it was cold in the ward, but it was not because of the air conditioning.

She pointed to the empty bed next to her and asked, "Did the patient who slept in this bed before die?"

Song Zhen was shocked and looked at Huo Ning in amazement. "What a miracle, Ningning, how did you know?"

Huo Ning did not answer this question, but continued to ask with a frown, "After he was discharged from the hospital, was he stabbed twelve times with a knife, and each knife hit his vital parts? The doctors tried to save him for twelve hours, but still couldn't save him?"

This time, Song Zhen's expression when looking at Huo Ning was no longer one of surprise, but horror.

After the man in the next bed died, all the patients who were admitted to this ward and placed in the next bed would die within a week.

No matter how common the other person's illness is.

So the bed next door was left empty. Even when the hospital was overcrowded with patients every day, it did not dare to arrange patients to this bed.

Song Zhen touched her neck.

She inexplicably felt that Huo Ning's eyes were very penetrating.

"Ningning, why are you staring at that bed? That person has been taken to the crematorium by his family for cremation. It can't still be here!"

Huo Ning smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, it's not here, don't worry."

Actually, yes.

She could sense that the other person was nearby and was very resentful.

But if he said this, I'm afraid Song Zhen wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Song Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, but the doubts in his heart became heavier, "So how do you know this?"

Huo Ning had no intention of hiding the fact that she was doing a live fortune-telling show.

Because as her live broadcast traffic and fans continued to increase, it was only a matter of time before the Song family discovered her.

Instead of making up lies at that time, it is better to be honest from the beginning.

"I told you before that I had a serious illness and met a master. In fact, he cured the acne on my face. He also taught me some skills to make a living."

"I just found out that the problem on my face wasn't a skin problem, but acne."

Huo Ning stopped at the point, and what he said was 50% true and 50% false.

Song Zhen took a breath of cool air, "No wonder!"

She did not doubt the truthfulness of Huo Ning's words.

The first is trust, and the second is that before the Song family encountered trouble, they had hired a master of metaphysics.

However, the master met with an accident when he was seventy-three years old. He fell off a cliff and his body was never found.

People in the circle said that he was harmed by a ghost.

A few years after the master passed away, the Song family also fell into decline.

When he was a child, Song Zhen didn't really believe in ghosts and gods.

Think all this is feudal superstition.

As she grew older, she developed a sense of awe and began to realize that there are things in this world that cannot be explained by science.

"What are you doing now, Ningning? Catching ghosts?"

"Or is it Feng Shui?"

It’s not her fault that she is too curious. It’s mainly because Huo Ning just said that the master taught her some skills to make a living.

Unfortunately, Song Zhen didn't know much about these things, and for a while he could only think of catching ghosts and fortune-telling.

Huo Ning smiled and said, "No, fortune telling."

Song Zhen was just about to ask if he could also be counted as one when the door of the ward was suddenly opened.

A weak and hoarse voice, but full of surprise, came, "Ningning!"

Huo Ning turned around and his heart skipped a beat.

The old man who was speaking had grey hair and his face was covered with traces of time. He was not in a very good state of mind, but he had a kind face and was looking at her tenderly and with surprise.

Huo Ning recognized her; this was Old Lady Song, the original body's grandmother.

"Ningning, why are you back? Did your cousin call you?"

"This child is just worried. Grandma is fine. Are you very busy at work recently? Grandma sees that you have lost weight."

The old man kept on talking about these things, but tears were glistening in his eyes and his expression was kind.

Old Mrs. Song touched Huo Ning's face with her skinny hand full of needle holes.

Although she smiled, tears flowed down her face. "Good...good, you look more and more like your mother."

The man next to Old Lady Song also smiled, his eyes were gentle yet a little sad.

That was the original owner’s mother’s eldest brother and the original owner’s uncle, Song Xingwen.

"Yes, Ningning and Wanwan look really alike."

Huo Ning was stunned.

She was abandoned by her family since she was born because she was a girl. She never received love from her parents, let alone the care of her grandparents.

The loving eyes of the elders and this atmosphere of love were unfamiliar to her.

This is not to say that she was abused in Xuanmen.

Of course the master and fellow practitioners were very nice to her.

But many times, she is the one who has to sigh and play the role of both father and mother.

The reason why her heart skipped a beat was not the way the two elders looked at her.

But the faces of my uncle and grandmother——

Huo Ning's heart sank, and his expression became more and more solemn.

The foreheads of my uncle and grandmother were dark, with almost no light visible.

Especially my grandmother, the thick aura of death was like a huge mouth in the abyss, trying to swallow her up.

If it weren't for the golden light of merit protecting her body, grandma would have been in great danger.

Huo Ning saw that the vengeful ghost in the next bed was following her grandmother and suddenly revealed a ferocious look.

He looked like he wanted to devour grandma's soul and tear it apart.

It was only because Huo Ning was present that he felt fearful and hesitated to take any action.

Huo Ning's eyes turned slightly cold as he glanced at the resentful ghost.

Since she has taken over the original body, she will definitely take good care of the family members that the original person cares about.

She supported Old Lady Song and put an amulet into her hand.

"Grandma, this is the amulet I bought for you from the Taoist temple. It can keep you safe and healthy. Please wear it first."

As she spoke, she handed another one to Song Xingwen.

"Uncle, this is for you."

"Yours, cousin."

Song Xingwen and Old Lady Song were grateful for the child's sincerity and kept the amulet given by the child close to themselves.

Song Zhen thought that this might be given to Huo Ning by the master, so he dared not neglect it.

The moment they accepted the amulet, the expressions of the three people changed slightly.

The vengeful ghost following Old Lady Song glared at Huo Ning viciously.