Qin Zhen smiled and patted Xiao Youzi's head: "It's no trouble at all. Xiao Youzi hasn't made any requests to me. I will do my best to make it happen for you."
"Thank you, senior brother!" Little Yuzu gave a sweet smile.
Qin Zhen was immediately won over: "Okay, okay, okay."
"Hmm..."
The two were having a pleasant conversation when Chu Tian's voice came from the side.
He stood up, clutching his chest, and weakly sat back down in his seat.
Today was absolutely the worst day ever.
Being haunted by a female ghost was bad enough, but now, to make matters worse, he's suffering a backlash, making him even weaker.
"You're awake."
Chu Tian looked up and saw that Xiao Youzi and Qin Zhen were both looking at him.
Qin Zhen asked with concern, "How are you feeling?"
Yao Yao nodded and Chu Tian said, "I was feeling quite unwell, but the pills Xiaoyouzi gave me must have been very powerful; a warm current protected me for a while."
After I lost consciousness, I felt something water flowing down my throat.
He touched the corner of his mouth and found it was covered in ash: "Yue!"
"Did I just eat something? Why is there so much filth on the corners of my mouth?" Chu Tian asked, completely bewildered.
Little Yuzu gave a mysterious smile and did not answer Chu Tian's question.
Qin Zhen whispered a few words to Chu Tian, then smiled and said, "Thanks to Xiao Youzi, otherwise you would have been finished long ago."
"Little Yuzu, thank you." Chu Tian thanked her sincerely.
Little Yuzu smiled and said, "You're welcome, Uncle Chu Tian. Give me a thousand yuan."
"Haha, of course." Chu Tian transferred the money decisively.
With a smile, Xiaoyouzi transferred the two thousand yuan that arrived in her account today to a charity account: "Okay, time to go home."
"I'll see you off." Qin Zhen stood up and left with Xiao Youzi.
Inside the room, Chu Tian, who was left to pay the bill, paused for a moment before standing up with a wry smile.
*
"Pfft!"
In the basement of a villa, a person lying on the bed suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Cough cough cough!" He coughed violently, and black lines appeared on his face.
He suppressed his anger, his eyes bloodshot: "That familiar feeling again, who could it be!"
"Boss, what's wrong?" The basement door opened, and a man rushed in.
The whole house reeked of a terrifying, bloody stench.
The person on the bed glanced at the person who rushed in, and said with a slight parting of their thin lips, "Get out."
"Boss, you're injured like this, why don't you come up with me for treatment?" the younger brother asked with concern.
With a flick of his sleeve, the man sent his underlings stumbling backward.
"Bang!"
The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
The man glared at the statues of the Three Pure Ones placed beside him: "Grandmaster, why can't you stand on my side and help me?"
The statues of the Three Pure Ones naturally offered no response.
The man staggered to his feet, and just as he was about to take a few steps, he collapsed to the ground.
He gritted his teeth, clutching his fallen glasses, and with a squeeze, the lenses shattered.
Ignoring his blood-soaked hands, the man said viciously, "Don't let me find out who you are, or I'll tear you to pieces!"
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