Guan Qingchen and Li Jianshan were both dumbfounded: "What the heck?"
A deal with God?
If it's a god, how can it take people's lives? What kind of evil spirit or demon is this?
Guan Qingchen humbly offered his guidance: "What kind of god is this?"
I've never heard of anything like this since the beginning of time.
Han Yunluo: "If I'm not mistaken, this should be a fallen god. After falling, there will be no more offerings, and it will soon disappear from the human world. It can only survive by constantly absorbing people's life essence, but there is no precedent for taking people's lives in the past."
Of course, it's also possible that they don't know.
This is also why Jiang Si initially told her not to get involved.
It's just a matter of absorbing some of their essence; consider it a lesson to these rich kids who believe everything.
I never expected that someone would die this time.
Besides, whether or not one falls into depravity, one is still a god! Being associated with the word "god" means one is destined to be extraordinary.
Li Jianshan swallowed hard: "Is it that amazing?"
Jiang Si snorted coldly: "What do you think?"
I really can't stand Li Jianshan. How come he gets involved in all the bad things?
Li Jianshan shut up, it seemed like it was a very, very troublesome situation.
"He's a god, do you understand what a god is? Who do you take me for?" She'd been entangled in this for so long in her past life, and she'd never even gotten close to him.
Jiang Si was self-aware.
She was no match for these things.
Li Jianshan was somewhat desperate: "So, are we just supposed to wait to die?"
"Not necessarily," Jiang Si sighed. "Let's go check on those idiots first."
We can't just stand by and watch someone die, can we?
That group of people are now gathered in a top-tier private hospital, where there is a palpable sense of sorrow.
Mu Lianxi, the eldest son of the Mu family, whose symptoms were the most severe, was barely clinging to life with the help of various medical devices. The doctors were also helpless and could only offer their condolences.
Madam Mu cried until her eyes turned into walnuts.
I can't believe that my excellent son has turned out like this.
The Mu family invited a high-ranking monk to pray for Mu Lianxi's well-being.
In the fairly large ward, several high-ranking monks sat together, chanting incantations.
I do this simply to put my mind at ease.
Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate, and many things are beyond human control.
Mu Chengzhou patted his wife's shoulder to comfort her, then sighed and looked into the ward.
The doctor said he might not make it through the night.
Others were also worried.
Mu Lianxi's fate today may be his children's fate tomorrow; perhaps those children who seem so lively and energetic will soon follow in his footsteps.
How can this not make people anxious?
When Mu Chengzhou saw Li Jianshan arrive, he forced himself to stay awake and said, "Go in and see him."
Li Jianshan said, "No, I brought some people to check on Mu Lianxi. Maybe they can find a solution." He didn't dare to say no. Jiang Si was said to be a god. No matter how powerful Jiang Si was, she was still a human. How could a mortal fight against a god?
Jiang Si and Han Yunluo felt somewhat desperate when they stepped into this place.
In their eyes, wisps of life were slowly drifting out from various places, and then all drifting towards one place.
Jiang Si: "This is really difficult."
Han Yunluo: "Give it a try."
Li Jianshan led them to Jiang Si. Mu Chengzhou asked, "What's this?"
"This is Master Jiang, he's very skilled."
Madam Mu looked at the two beautiful women before her, her eyes red-rimmed. She gripped Jiang Si tightly and asked, "Do you have a way to save Lianxi?"
This is now her only hope.
"Let's save our lives first." If a person's energy keeps running like this, they'll be gone in no time.
What they didn't say was that it had also started affecting Li Jianshan.
At this point, the Mu family no longer cared whether he was a real master or a fake one; as long as he could be saved, that was enough.
Among the eminent monks was an acquaintance, Master Chengyuan, Guan Qingchen's master.
Master Chengyuan had never met Jiang Si, but seeing her with Han Yunluo, he guessed she was no ordinary person.
Most importantly, she couldn't see through Jiang Si.
"Amitabha Buddha, well said, well said."
Guan Qingchen greeted him, "Master."
Master Chengyuan asked, "Do you two have a way to save this person?"
They were Buddhists, and all they could do was pray for blessings, hoping that Heaven would truly have the virtue of benevolence towards all living beings.
Although Jiang Si did not like dealing with monks, she respected them.
This master was also a highly accomplished monk.
Jiang Si said, "I will do my best."
Jiang Si lifted the blanket, and Mu Lianxi could be described as emaciated, with sunken cheeks.
She told everyone else to leave and not to come in and disturb them.
Madam Mu looked back three times before leaving.
Only Jiang Si and Han Yunluo remained in the ward.
But it's okay, the glass outside the ward is transparent, so you can see through it.
Other families are also watching and waiting; if Mu Lianxi can be saved, it means their children will also be saved.
Inside the ward, Jiang Si swiftly drew blood from her fingertip. The blood droplet floated in the air, its crimson color shimmering with an unusual, luminous white light.
This was Jiang Si's own vital energy, enough to barely save Mu Lianxi's life.
She gently pried open Mu Lianxi's mouth and sent the blood droplets inside.
"Your turn next." After doing all this, Jiang Si's face was a little pale.
This definitely needs to cost more money. If we do it a few more times, we'll kill her.
Han Yunluo nodded and told her to rest well. She took off the prayer beads from her wrist, placed one hand on Mu Lianxi's hand, and used the other hand to fiddle with the prayer beads while chanting scriptures that no one could understand.
Including Jiang Si.
I've said it before, she has no affinity with Buddhism.
But Jiang Si knew that there was a Buddhist technique called "Anjing" (安神), which was similar in effect to her "Soul-Soothing Melody" (抚魂曲).
Mu Lianxi has been losing vital energy, and his soul is extremely weak. If he is not appeased, all his efforts may be in vain.
Jiang Si herself was too weak.
Madam Mu watched from outside the door, forgetting all about crying.
This must be a true master!
The others saw hope too; there was hope!
Which expert could be so anti-scientific?!
As Han Yunluo chanted sutras, Mu Lianxi gradually regained her vitality, and the various instruments beside her that indicated Mu Lianxi's life force finally emitted reassuring sounds.
When the two came out, Madam Mu asked anxiously, "Master, is he salvageable?"
Jiang Si felt much better after resting for a while and said, "It can only be said that it has been saved temporarily."
A deal made willingly with God cannot be taken back; one can only plead with God on one's behalf.
Perhaps even fallen gods have a compassionate side?
"The most important thing now is to find that god."
Even if they can't be found, the essence they voluntarily sacrificed will continue to flow out. Jiang Si isn't a blood ox; even if ten Jiang Si appeared, they couldn't save them.
Everyone else had symptoms to varying degrees, but Li Jianshan, who arrived relatively late, seemed to be doing well.
“I know,” Li Jianshan said, raising his hand eagerly.
Now, he'd do anything, even if you asked him to go down into an oil pit.
The so-called Master Sanqing lived in an abandoned temple far from the city.
The statues inside were dilapidated and grayish in color.
Even Jiang Si didn't recognize the statue.
As they approached, a voice that seemed to come from ancient times emanated from within.
"Who are our distinguished guests?"
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