The master stood up from the ground and dusted himself off.
"Master, you just..." Before I could finish speaking, I was interrupted by the master.
He sighed softly: "I think I finally know why you can't summon Zeng Ke's soul. The red line just now must be his last breath of resentment before his death. He asked me for the method of evil things, but at that time, he didn't He didn't tell me that the person he wanted to suppress was Tai Sui. As a result, I accidentally gave him the magic tool to exorcise ghosts. This is probably why the female ghost and Jiang Yue couldn't get in. "
The master’s words reminded me of the red marks on my wrists. I opened my sleeve and saw that the red marks were gone. I suddenly remembered that I had these red marks on my wrists since I escaped from the dungeon that night. Seeing this, the master quickly asked: "What's wrong?"
I put down my sleeves and looked at him doubtfully: "When I escaped from the dungeon, there were some inexplicable red marks on my wrists, which were very thin. I was wondering if the red lines just now were on my arms. "
He twirled his beard with his hand and speculated: "Maybe the last time he saw him was you. When he died, his wish was not fulfilled, so he had to turn into this red thread and attach it to your hand. The red thread just turned into white smoke, it must be When he sees that we are the ones who want to destroy Tai Sui, his resentment will dissipate."
I was enlightened, but there were some knots in my heart. It sounds so weird to have resentment attached to people.
It was getting late, so the master and I entered the study first. As soon as I opened the cupboard, something fell out of it. I picked it up curiously, flipped through it, and found it was Zeng Ke's diary. I know it's not a good idea to read other people's diaries like this, but at this time, the slightest clue may be a life-saving straw.
"Master, I found this! Zeng Ke's diary!" I turned around and saw that the master was not behind me at all.
I shouted a few more times, but there was no response. I stumbled around every corner, but couldn't find him.
"Xiao He, come and help me." I suddenly heard a voice in the kitchen. I glanced there in surprise, wondering, I had just been to the kitchen, why didn't I see the master? However, I still ran over, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw the master sitting on the ground with a embarrassed look on his face. After I helped him up, I suddenly heard a familiar voice behind me: "What are you doing here? Breaking into a private house?"
I turned around suddenly and suddenly saw Han Wanting's handsome but indifferent face.
"Why are you here?" I asked in a panic, feeling guilty.
"Arrange the relics. The male owner of this house is my cousin. How did you get in?" He put his hands in his pockets and showed a strong posture.
I pretended to be calm, looked at him and replied: "What a coincidence, the hostess of this house is my cousin. I'm also here to pack up the belongings. You see, I still have the key." After saying this, I proudly took the key out of my pocket. He took out the key and waved it in front of him.
He looked at the keys in my hand in disbelief.
I was about to turn around and ask about the master's condition. Han Wanting walked up to the master first, supported him, and asked: "Did you accidentally fall? Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?"
The master shook his head, but I could clearly see beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, as well as his increasingly pale lips. He didn't know what had just happened to make him hurt so badly.
Halfway through the implementation of the plan, it was also forced to terminate. Han Wanting said that Uncle Liu was waiting for him downstairs and could take the master to the hospital. I was about to call him "Master", but then I thought, if I call him that, it will definitely arouse Han Wanting's suspicion.
"Uncle Du, please go to the hospital first. Your health is the most important thing." I advised him.
The master hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
As soon as I arrived downstairs, I saw a black car parked in front of the door. Uncle Liu saw us coming out and immediately opened the car door neatly. The master was seriously injured. Since there were people around him, I didn't ask him the reason for his injury.
I thought Han Wanting would ask Uncle Liu to go to the hospital, but I didn't expect him to say: "Go to Dr. He."
Uncle Liu replied respectfully: "Okay, young master."
I was wondering in my heart, shouldn't I go to the hospital? Han Wanting seemed to know what I was thinking, and mentioned intentionally or unintentionally: "Dr. He is one of my family's personal doctors. He is very good at treating falls."
A private doctor who specializes in treating falls and injuries. Could it be that someone in his family often gets injured from falls?
Dr. He's home is very close to Xiluyuan, and it takes about ten minutes to drive there. His small villa looks very simple. The gray-white walls look depressing on a cloudy day.
Uncle Liu was very strong and could lift the master up by himself. The master's legs seemed to be swollen. Every step he took was laborious and he looked extremely painful. He didn't know who he had just met.
Just as Han Wanting was about to knock on the door, someone pushed the door open. I didn't see the person's appearance clearly, but I just felt that the room was dark with no light at all. I have been hiding behind Han Wanting. I don't know why, but when I saw the dark scene behind the door, I felt very uncomfortable. It was like someone was staring at me from inside, but I had no idea where he was.
Suddenly a lazy voice floated out from inside: "Master Han is here? But according to the rules, I don't seem to be working today."
Han Wanting said nothing and looked back at Uncle Liu. Uncle Liu is worthy of being the butler of a wealthy family, he can understand everything with just one look.
"This is a relative of the young master's cousin. He injured his leg. Please take a look. There are too many people in the hospital and we can't squeeze in. We have no choice but to come to you."
There was no sound inside, but a pale hand suddenly stretched out from behind the door. I shivered in fright and immediately covered my mouth. When Han Wanting saw my move, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and whispered in my ear: "So you are even afraid of the doctor's white gloves..."
Is he laughing at me? But it was quite embarrassing. I took a closer look and saw that they were indeed the kind of white gloves doctors wear.
Isn’t that right? Doctors also need to wear gloves at home? Could it be that he was performing surgery on someone else just now?
"Who is this?" Dr. He's voice came from behind the door. I don’t know if it’s because of my short-sightedness, but I can’t see his face clearly.
"He's my classmate and a relative." Han Wanting stood in front of me, as if he didn't want me to see the doctor. Or maybe I don’t want him to see me at all.
Dr. He laughed dryly and said: "Bring the patient in quickly, it will be bad if the condition is delayed."
Han Wanting frowned: "Why don't you light up the house? It's very dark."
Dr. He, who was standing behind the door, lit the lamp without saying a word, and then said with a smile: "Have you forgotten? I like the dark. It's not completely dark yet. It seems that your relative's injury is still very serious. Come in quickly."
As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the smell of potion. I held my breath and followed closely behind Han Wanting. Dr. He walked in front of us, and I saw clearly that he was wearing a white coat and a pair of medical gloves. He walked to a door and turned suddenly. Only then did I see his appearance clearly. The bridge of his nose was high, and his dark eyes seemed to be filled with stars. He wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses and looked very elegant and gentle.
"What if I can't save him?" He glanced at Han Wanting, and then moved his eyes to me.
"Dr. He, you are joking. Your medical skills are so good, how could you not be able to save me?" Han Wanting moved his body as he spoke, intentionally or unintentionally standing between Dr. He and me.
"You value me too much. If it is really easy to cure, why would you send it to me?" Dr. He smiled enigmatically, and the dim light of the wall lamp shone on his pale and bloodless face. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, showing off his master's style to the fullest.
I don’t know what he was thinking, wasn’t he just trying to save someone? Why is there so much nonsense? Didn’t I tell you that it might not be too late to go to the hospital? What an ink stain.
I suppressed the anger in my heart and glanced around displeasedly. This house and its owner made me feel increasingly depressed and irritable. I accidentally looked back and saw the master, only to find that he was closing his eyes tightly, as if he had lost consciousness due to excessive pain.
"Doctor He, please save him." I could only plead softly.
He glanced at me with interest. Suddenly I felt a sharp chill running down my back. He didn't speak, just looked at me silently. Han Wanting immediately blocked me from behind and said to Dr. He: "If you don't save me, there is nothing you can do. I can find other doctors to treat me." After speaking, he motioned for us to leave.
Dr. He suddenly stopped us and made a 180-degree turn in his attitude.
"This young lady just now looks very familiar to me. You look like an old friend of mine. Just for the sake of my friend, I will do my best."
Han Wanting sneered and prepared to leave. But at this time, the master suddenly screamed and fainted. The situation was critical, so I pulled Han Wanting's sleeve to tell him not to leave. He looked down at me and finally gave in.
Doctor He asked Uncle Liu to help the master into a room, and then locked us all out of the room. I stood in the hallway anxiously. Han Wanting suddenly asked at this time: "What did you call the person just now?"
I suddenly remembered that I had lied to him before. It’s really troublesome to make it round now.
I had to say: "He is my uncle."
"But how come I heard you call him uncle in the first place?" Han Wanting asked coldly. His eyes stared at me, making me very embarrassed.
I coughed a few times: "That's right, the customs in our hometown are the same for uncle and uncle."
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he was laughing at me. No, this is mocking. Could it be that he knew I lied?
I suddenly remembered something. But I think this can completely refute him: "You said Zeng Ke is your cousin. Generally speaking, a cousin is the son of your father's brother. In other words, his surname should also be Han. Why don't you have the same surname? Same?"
He looked at me in surprise, but quickly calmed down: "Same as you, our family is used to calling you that."
