Chapter 145: Reincarnation

Han Zhong realized something was wrong when he left the company. His fingertips started to feel numb again and his whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cave. The coldness was like countless needles piercing through his skin and into his bones, and even the blood flowing in his blood vessels slowed down.

He asked Yao Ping to get a thick cashmere coat from the lounge, and insisted on walking out of the group building and getting into the car.

Because he acted too normal, Yao Ping didn't notice anything at first. He just thought his face was a little pale, probably because he didn't get enough rest. It was not until the car stopped in front of Ziyuan's villa that he noticed that Han Zhong sitting in the back seat had fallen into a semi-faint state. His lips were bloodless and his face was bluish-white, which was very scary.

Yao Ping was so scared that he almost wanted to call the police. Fortunately, Rong Anzhou was at home. He sent the person into the house and asked Yao Ping to call Zhan Xiangchen immediately. At the same time, after feeling Han Zhong's body temperature, he also called Jiang Wu just in case.

Qingming Mountain is a three-hour drive from Linhai. By the time Jiang Wu quickened his pace and returned to Linhai, it was almost dark.

In the dim sky, he could see from afar that the fortune flowing above Han Zhong's residence was mixed with a few dark evil spirits, and when he entered the gate of the villa, he also noticed that the green plants in the corners of the yard had begun to wither and turn yellow.

Those places were where Zhou Yannan had buried the magic tools for the formation. He had dug them out before and had looked at them. They were all magic tools with spiritual energy that would only help plants grow. But now that those plants were withered, it meant that the magic tools buried underneath had lost their spiritual energy and were beginning to absorb the vitality of the plants in order to continue to maintain the formation.

His expression became more serious, and he quickened his pace as he walked into the villa gate. When he subconsciously pressed the doorbell, the facial recognition system at the gate had already recognized his face and unlocked it in one second.

Han Zhongyagen has no authority to delete him.

He paused with his raised hand, then opened the door and ran straight to the second floor. This scared Rong Anzhou who was talking to Dr. Zhan outside the door. He didn't expect him to come so quickly.

"Where are the people?"

"Inside."

Jiang Wu pushed the door and walked into Han Zhong's room. A dark murderous aura as thin as cow hair filled the entire room, and at the center of it was the man sleeping on the big bed.

It had been nearly half a month, and this was the first time that Jiang Wu saw Han Zhong face to face. Such a tall and strong man was lying there unconscious, his face with deep features was pale, his thin lips were bloodless, and his high brows were wrinkled even in his sleep, as if he was enduring something.

Although his body temperature had dropped to a level that a normal human could not endure, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Because the dense evil energy around him was penetrating into his forehead little by little, which was where his soul was.

Zhan Xiangchen knew that his style of doing things was different from that of ordinary people, and wanted to come in and take a closer look. However, he did not expect that the other party was just standing by the bed and watching, and it seemed that he was not looking at the person lying on the bed, but... above the person?

He couldn't help but whisper to Rong Anzhou beside him, "What on earth is he looking at?"

Rong Anzhou said nothing, his sharp and wild eyes staring at Jiang Wu's back, as if he wanted to see something from him.

Since he didn't say anything, Zhan Xiangchen didn't dare to ask more questions, but his heart was like a cat's paw, full of doubts.

Since he took over the big boss this year, he has been surrounded by various mysteries, such as massive bleeding in the lungs but the wound was not deep, someone climbed to the 16th floor to visit the patient in the middle of the night, inexplicable temporary amnesia but the EEG showed no problems at all, and at this moment the big boss's temperature dropped sharply to 30 degrees but he is not dead yet. It's almost enough to make a collection of bizarre diseases in the world.

I don’t know if I will be buried with the boss along with the dean if I can’t be cured.

While he was daydreaming, Jiang Wu had already walked to Han Zhong's bedside and sat down. Just as Zhan Xiangchen was about to remind him that it was best not to touch the patient, Jiang Wu's hand had already been placed on Han Zhong's brow.

He placed his index finger and middle finger side by side and tapped lightly on his brows. A slight coolness spread from his fingertips like needles piercing his tarsal bones, but was soon swallowed up by a strong and gentle spiritual power. As the spiritual power penetrated deeper into the spiritual platform between his eyebrows, the speed at which the pervasive evil spirits in the air invaded his body slowed down, and finally stopped.

The disoriented evil spirit quickly dissipated, and Han Zhong's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Zhan Xiangchen, a modern doctor, found this scene incredible when he saw it with his own eyes. He couldn't understand why Mr. Jiang just tapped the boss's brow with his finger, and his complexion improved a lot.

However, the next moment, something even more shocking happened to him.

Jiang Wu took out something golden and red from his pocket and tied it around Han Zhong's left wrist. After a while, Han Zhong's face, which had been frozen pale, gradually warmed up and his lips showed a hint of blood.

Half an hour later, Han Zhong's complexion had returned to normal, and even his breathing had become much steadier, and it was obvious that he had fallen asleep peacefully.

Zhan Xiangchen looked at this scene in disbelief, then immediately went over and touched Han Zhong's forehead. It was warm. He was stunned for a moment, then took out a forehead thermometer from the medical box and measured Han Zhong's forehead. It was thirty-six degrees.

It's low, but it's normal body temperature.

He stood beside the bed holding a thermometer with a dazed look on his face, not knowing what he was doing for a moment. He had just drawn blood and performed palpation, but couldn't find anything wrong. In the end, he could only wrap the patient in a large quilt, but couldn't stop the temperature from continuing to drop. He had even thought about where he would resign and open a clinic, but he didn't expect that this person could cure the patient just by touching his head. It was like a joke.

He was stunned, but Rong Anzhou was relatively calm and asked, "Is it done?"

"It only works temporarily." Jiang Wu lowered his eyes and looked at the man sleeping on the bed, and whispered, "I can't solve the real cause of the disease. It will get worse in the future. The lowered body temperature is only the initial symptom."

Rong Anzhou was stunned for a while, and then he seemed to suppress something and cursed in a hoarse voice, "So what the hell is going on? What's wrong with him?!"

God knows how panicked he was when he first touched Han Zhong's body. The temperature was not that of a living person at all. It was like touching an ice cube. But he measured the temperature and it was 34 degrees. It was really weird. He almost thought that Han Zhong was dead, and he was scared crazy and had hallucinations.

At that moment he was already thinking about how to hide it from his uncle and aunt. God knows how devastated he was. Damn it!

Jiang Wu didn't answer him, but just said, "Don't take the things in his hands," then stood up and was about to leave.

Rong Anzhou didn't dare to let him go, so he stepped forward to stop him, "Where are you going? What if he gets sick again?"

"Not for now." Jiang Wu blocked his hand and walked out the door, "I'm going to find someone."

Rong Anzhou wanted to ask him who he was looking for and let him go find him himself. He stayed to accompany Han Zhong, but when he walked out of the room, there was no trace of Jiang Wu. In the huge villa, there was not a trace of him.

Just like that night in the kitchen, Jiang Wu disappeared out of thin air again.

Rong Anzhou stood outside the door in surprise and suspicion for a long time before returning to Han Zhong's room. Then he saw Zhan Xiangchen pulling Han Zhong's arm. When he was about to go forward to ask, he saw what Han Zhong was wearing on his wrist.

It was a bracelet woven with golden-red silk threads, and in the middle was a jade buckle made of icy jadeite of the finest water color. It was clear and translucent, and even an outsider could tell that it was of good quality.

The two strands of the bracelet were made of an unknown material, but the color was darker than gold and cinnabar, and it was faintly glowing, invisible to the naked eye, and it was looming and exuded a strange quality.

"It's the knot of reincarnation." Zhan Xiangchen muttered to the side.

Rong Anzhou asked, "What is the reincarnation knot?"

"Legend has it that in ancient times, Nuwa pulled a rope through the mud and raised it to form a human being. In ancient times, ropes could communicate with gods, so ancient people worshipped ropes. Wearing ropes on the body meant having the protection of gods."

"The samsara knot also symbolizes the elimination of disasters in the four seasons and the reincarnation of karma. It is a very ancient blessing and wish."

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