In the private ward of the hospital, Song Shiming led Wen Xi to the door and was stopped by someone.
"Master Song, our President Wang said that neither dogs nor you are allowed to enter!"
The bodyguard at the door stopped him very diligently, and one could feel the other person's coldness even through his sunglasses.
It was obviously a death order.
Song Shiming was very embarrassed. He wanted to rush in, but was afraid that it would backfire. He could only shout at the door, "Uncle Wang, please let us in. I brought someone to visit Wang Qinghe. She has a way to wake Wang Qinghe up. Believe me."
Click!
The door of the ward was really opened!
Song Shiming's eyes lit up, thinking that his words had worked.
A man in a white coat walked out. He had delicate features, a gentle temperament, and slightly upturned red lips. He looked harmless. Staring at him with those gentle eyes, one seemed to trust him involuntarily.
The middle-aged man beside him had a haggard face. His originally respectful expression suddenly darkened when he saw Song Shiming. He said fiercely, "Song Shiming, why are you here again? I told you, you are not welcome here. You've hurt my son like this, so why are you still here? There's no need for any false pretenses. Just get out of here."
Originally, the Wang family and the Song family were on good terms, and the Wang family had intended to rely on the Song family, so Wang Qinghe had a good relationship with Song Shiming, and he was happy to accept it. Who knew that such a big thing would happen this time? This was the only bloodline of his Wang family, and he was very annoyed. Not to mention the Song family, even if the emperor came, he would be so angry that he wanted to drive them away. He was afraid that he could not bear it anymore, and he really wanted to beat him up!
Song Shiming suppressed his doubts and said with a wry smile, "Uncle Wang, please trust me this time. I brought people and found a way to save Wang Qinghe. I'm not here to cause trouble. Everyone wants Wang Qinghe to wake up soon, right? Just let me give it a try. It won't hurt anything!"
President Wang snorted coldly, "I don't need you to pretend to be kind. This time, I've paid a large sum of money to invite the Nangong family's Heavenly Master to help me. You don't need to bother with it. It's unlikely that the person you invited can be more powerful than the Nangong family's Heavenly Master."
"Nangong family?"
Song Shiming was stunned. He looked at the gentle and elegant man and suddenly realized, "The Nangong family, one of the four major families of Xuanmen? Who is this Nangong family?"
A boy and a girl came out from behind the door. Both were wearing black coats, and the girl had two small buns on her head. They looked like the golden boy and jade girl standing beside the Queen Mother in a TV drama.
The golden boy and the jade girl put their hands on their hips and yelled at him fiercely, "Do you have any manners? Do you have any respect at all? How dare you speak to our young master like that? Be careful or I'll draw a circle and curse you!"
Song Shiming hesitated for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Whose Xuanmen comes out on a mission with two children?"
"What children? Your whole family is the children. I'm Miaotong, he's Miaoshu, and we're the young master's assistants. If you need anything from the young master, you have to go through us!"
Miao Tong was quite proud and complacent, and gave him a spoiled and willful look. "Why don't you guys retreat quickly and stop blocking our way? We still have to collect the souls of the guys inside. If it's too late and anything goes wrong, will you be responsible?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wang quickly apologized with a smile, "Miss Miaotong is right. The matter of collecting souls is of great importance. I will drive them away right away."
He turned around and glared at Song Shiming, gritting his teeth and saying, "Young Master Song, don't delay Qinghe's affairs any longer. Leave quickly. With the young master of the Nangong family here, Qinghe will definitely return safely."
Song Shiming certainly knew the Nangong family's reputation, but he also trusted Wen Xi. Besides, did they know about Lin Zihan's situation? Wen Xi said that he was an indispensable link in the cause and effect of this matter.
He remained standing there, not giving way. Facing their angry gazes, he said shamelessly, "Uncle Wang, we can't be left out of this matter. We are the only ones who know best what happened that night. Wen Xi also said that Qinghe's three souls and seven spirits were scared away. This time, we came to retrieve his soul, but just retrieving the soul is not enough. There are other tasks to be done."
"Wen Xi?"
Mr. Wang frowned and looked at the cold girl. He felt that the name was very familiar, and said distrustfully, "She's just a little girl. Can she collect souls? I told you not to mess around here. If you continue, I'll call Young Master Song."
"That's right, don't waste our time here. My young master charges by the hour."
Miao Tong pushed Song Shiming aggressively, then scorned Wen Xi and said, "Don't let anyone come and try to seduce us, Xuanmen. Metaphysics is a profound subject. Can she just take souls away if she says so? If something goes wrong, your crying won't help."
Mr. Wang quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, Miss Miaotong is right."
"Legend has it that hell is divided into eighteen levels, the first of which is the Tongue-Pulling Hell. Anyone who indulges in verbal abuse, slanders others, or sows discord in the human world will be sent to the Tongue-Pulling Hell after death."
Wen Xi smiled at her and spoke horrible words in a gentle voice.
Miao Tong's face changed, and she subconsciously covered her mouth. After coming to her senses, she realized that this action was really embarrassing. She quickly put her hand down, her face flushed, and said, "You, don't talk nonsense. I didn't sow discord or slander others!"
"To deny someone without understanding them is no different from slander. Apparently, that's just your master's character."
Wen Xi looked at Young Master Nangong with eyes as bright as the bright moon, and said with a curved lip, "Using the little ghosts around me to find Wang Qinghe's soul is indeed a task that can be completed quickly. I wonder how much Young Master Nangong charges for a mission?"
I really want to know how big the gap in competitiveness is between peers.
"Master, she can see me."
The little ghost floating near Nangong Jue came over, pointed at Wen Xi, and said fearfully, "There's something about her that makes me feel friendly, but when she smiles, I feel scared. It's really strange."
Nangong Jue's handsome face was tinged with a hint of sadness. He looked at Wen Xi and said gently, "It seems that this young lady does have some profound skills. It's the people around me who don't know the seriousness of the matter and their words were a bit harsh. Considering Miaotong is still young, let's not bother with her. Miaotong, why don't you apologize quickly?"
Miao Tong pouted in grievance and apologized obediently, "I'm sorry!"
"But you're so rude! Who would ask someone how much they charge for a mission the moment they meet? Don't you know this is an industry secret?"
Miao Tong still couldn't control her mouth. She looked at Wen Xi strangely and blurted out everything in her mind.
Wen Xi asked innocently, "Is it a secret? I thought we were all colleagues and could discuss it with each other."
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