Chapter 439 We are here to mourn

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In Xiahou Mansion.

"What, the stuff hasn't come yet? Waste!"

Mrs. Xiahou was furious at the housekeeper: "If you delay the young master's important event, I will use your granddaughter to take over!"

The white-haired Taoist priest's eyelids twitched slightly, feeling faintly uneasy.

"Madam, the auspicious time has come. We can't wait any longer. Even if the medicine is not introduced correctly, we can only do it reluctantly."

"this……"

Mrs. Xiahou stroked her chest: "Sir, if the introduction of the medicine is uneven, will the efficacy of the medicine be affected?"

The white-haired Taoist priest sighed: "It has dropped by at least 30%."

"Ah, what should we do?"

The white-haired Taoist priest shook his head: "After a certain period of time, the effect of the medicine becomes even worse."

"Master, just wait a moment. I'll ask the housekeeper to bring his granddaughter over. He happens to have two granddaughters."

The butler laughed harder than he cried. Unfortunately, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

"Madam, wait a moment, I'll be back soon!"

The Taoist priest waved his hand: "It's too late. I just had a sudden whim and calculated with my fingers. If I don't start now, the dispensing of medicine today will definitely fail!"

"this……"

Mrs. Xiahou had no choice but to glare at the housekeeper fiercely.

"Okay, let's get started, I'll take the trouble."

The white-haired Taoist priest nodded and arranged the ten little girls in a circle with his own hands.

A large tallow wax stick was lit in front of each little girl.

Mrs. Xiahou also had her son Xiahouyan taken out of the back room and placed among a circle of little girls.

"Medicine...give me medicine..."

Xia Houyan looked at the circle of girls around him and his mouth watered even more.

The white-haired Taoist priest stroked Xia Houyan's head kindly with his hand: "Poor child, don't worry, he will be fine soon."

After saying that, he took an ox-ear sharp knife from Mrs. Xiahou and a large blue and white bowl from the housekeeper. He walked up to a little girl and said with compassion: "Poor child, you have suffered so much that you have what you have today." Thanks to your merits, you will definitely find a good family in your next life and never want to be a woman again."

After saying that, the white-haired Taoist priest cut open the front of the little girl's clothes with a sharp knife, and chanted: "The body of the twenty-eight beauties is as soft as a crisp, and the sword at the waist kills the foolish man. Although no head is seen, secretly I teach you that the bone marrow is withered..."

When they heard the Taoist reciting poems, both Mrs. Xiahou and her son Xiahouyan fell silent.

The mother and son stared blankly at the sharp knife in the Taoist priest's hand, their eyes full of longing.

The butler next to him closed his eyes.

Three years.

This is already the third year.

Although the housekeeper is a bit older, what happened three years ago is still vivid in his mind.

Three years ago, Master Xiahou was still a gentle and elegant scholar.

Apart from the fact that he likes visiting brothels with his classmates, drinking wine, beating disabled people, kicking down widows' doors, and digging the graves of poor families, he has no other problems.

Later, I don’t know what happened, but I suddenly contracted a strange disease.

He keeps yelling about taking medicine all day long.

However, no matter what medicine his family brought him, he would not take it.

The doctor doesn't like it.

It’s useless for monks to chant sutras.

Finally, I don’t know who introduced a Taoist priest who said he was a real person who traveled from Zhongnan Mountain and specialized in treating various difficult and complicated diseases.

Xiahou and his wife found this Mr. Wang with the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a live doctor.

Taoist Wang only glanced at Xia Houyan, then took out a talisman, burned it into ashes, dissolved it in water and poured it into him.

Miraculously, Xia Houyan's illness eased as soon as he drank the Fu Shui!

Wang Daoren refused the generous thank-you gift from Xiahou and his wife to prevent them from being happy too early, saying that Xiahouyan's illness had not been cured, but was only temporarily suppressed by him.

Xiahou and his wife asked if there was any way to solve the problem once and for all.

Wang Daoren didn't say anything at first, but after the couple repeatedly begged, they finally told the truth.

It turns out that Xia Houyan has been controlled by the heart-eating demon for thousands of years. If he wants to be completely cured, he must use the girl's blood to prepare a special pill and take it for three consecutive years.

Thus, the old housekeeper's nightmare began.

In the first year, it was also the day before the Shangyuan Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The Xiahou family found four little girls. Wang Daoren used their hard work to prepare a lot of small dark brown pills, and asked Xiahou Yan to take one pill every three days.

After Xia Houyan ate it, his illness was cured immediately.

I am full of energy, more energetic than before I got sick.

The corpses of four poor little girls were found. Wang Taoist said that they would be saved and took them out of the city.

Also leaving the city were the four hundred taels of gold given to Mr. Wang by Xiahou and his wife.

In the second year, the number of little girls serving as medicine guides increased from four to eight.

The frequency of Xiahouyan's medication has also changed from two days to one day.

The gold given to Wang Daoren also changed from 400 taels to 800 taels.

This is the third year, and the number of medicine introductions has increased again, from eight last year to twelve.

Of course, Wang Daoren's reward naturally became one thousand two hundred taels, which is now placed next to his futon.

Maybe this time the young master will have to take one pill every day?

The old housekeeper shuddered when he thought that his two well-behaved little granddaughters were about to turn into cold corpses like the ten little girls in front of him.

In the butler's memory, Wang Daoren finished reciting his poem.

After singing, he was ready to pierce the little girl's chest with a little force on his hands!



Bang!

Suddenly there was a loud bang from the front yard.

The king was so frightened that his hand shook and he made a bloody gash on the little girl's chest.

Just as Mrs. Xiahou was about to speak, Wang Daoren waved his hand to signal her to be silent.

Then, Daoren Wang shook off the blood on the sharp knife and placed it again on the little girl's chest.

"ah!"

Suddenly, another shrill scream came from the front yard.

Wang Daoren was so frightened that his hand shook again, and with a swish, he made another cut on the little girl's chest!

The uneasiness in Wang Daoren's heart became more and more intense.

At this moment, another scream came from the front yard.

Moreover, each sound is getting closer and closer, as if something terrible is approaching!

"Madam, go and see what's going on. Don't let anyone rush into the immortal."

"Ma'am, please wait a moment. I'll be right back."

Mrs. Xiahou withdrew.

As soon as he went out, he slapped the butler who was following him.

"Trash, why don't you hurry up and see who is making noise in front of you, delaying the young master's important event and costing your life!"

"yes!"

The housekeeper came out of the backyard.

As soon as he arrived at the middle courtyard, the housekeeper was stunned.

A group of boys armed with knives and guns walked toward the backyard with murderous intent.

Several servants of the Xiahou family were hiding far away. A servant was lying on the ground, his thigh twisted into a strange posture, and it was obvious at a glance that it was broken.

"Stop, who are you and what do you want to do?"

As expected of a housekeeper, even if the situation was not good, he did not mess up. He stood in front of the moon door leading to the backyard, which was quite powerful.

"Do you know what the crime is for breaking into a private house?"

Yun Chao laughed: "You are wrong. We are not breaking into people's houses. I heard that someone in Xiahou's family died today, and we are here to mourn!"