"Who said she was dead?" Zhou Sheng looked at He Yingying doubtfully.
He Yingying put her hand in front of her nose and said angrily: "You are still telling lies here. She is already out of breath. Is it possible that she can still live if she is not dead?"
"Hey, she is really alive." Zhou Sheng grabbed the embroidery needle on Qiuxia's chest and quickly pulled it out.
Qiuxia, who had lost her breath, trembled all over, like a drowning person who was suffocated in the water, taking a deep breath of air hungrily.
"Ah, it's a fake corpse!" He Yingying jumped up from the bed in fright.
Qiuxia, who was lying on the bed, woke up leisurely and said weakly: "Water...water..."
Only then did He Yingying react and quickly poured a bowl of warm water from the table into her mouth bit by bit.
"Qiuxia, how are you?"
"Sister Yingying, I feel much more relaxed. Where is Qiuya?" Qiuxia asked weakly.
"Don't worry Qiuxia, Xiaoya went to Zhang Xiaomei's house to play."
As Qiuxia woke up, the beetle in the glass bottle in Zhou Sheng's hand became violent again and kept hitting the glass with its body.
Zhou Sheng ingested another ghost energy to subdue the beetle. He asked Xiang Qiuxia, "Do you remember eating anything of unknown origin before?"
"Dr. Zhou, why are you here?" Qiuxia has been lying in bed since she fell ill. It was He Yingying who felt that Zhou Sheng couldn't be so easy, so she went to trouble him.
He Yingying's face felt a little feverish now. It was because she was making trouble unreasonably and smashed up the other party's clinic.
Now that Qiuxia was rescued by him, she was even more embarrassed to see him.
"Qiuxia, I'm here to treat you. You can recover after a few days of rest."
"Thank you, where is Dr. Zhou? How much is it, I'll give it to you." Qiuxia wanted to get up and get the money from the drawer, but Zhou Sheng quickly stopped her and asked her to lie down.
"It's not urgent. Do you think you've eaten a black bead recently?"
Qiuxia thought for a while and asked: "Are you talking about sesame balls?"
Zhou Sheng grasped the key point and quickly asked: "What sesame ball?"
Qiuxia explained: More than a month ago, Qiuya brought back a sesame ball wrapped in golden tinfoil for her to eat, and said it was given to her by a sister.
She was told to bring it to herself. At that time, she thought it was given to Qiu Ya by the sisters in the building, and she tasted one.
"Did your daughter eat it too?" Zhou Sheng asked.
Qiuxia nodded.
"Let's go!" Zhou Sheng grabbed He Yingying's hand and walked out. Qiuxia was lying on the bed and didn't know what happened?
"What are you doing? Let go! It hurts!" He Yingying shook off Zhou Sheng's palm to blame.
Seeing that the two of them were far away from Qiuxia's room, Zhou Sheng said, "Quickly, where is Qiuxia's daughter?"
"What's wrong?"
"Her daughter is in danger!"
He Yingying's face changed drastically and she immediately ran upstairs with Zhou Sheng.
Lu Zhou Sheng explained to her: The child Gu is in her daughter's body, and the mother and child Gu cannot be separated too far, and the mother Gu is so weak that it has naturally transferred its energy to the child Gu. Now that the mother Gu is trapped, the child Gu will definitely send a signal to the Gu Master.
The two of them ran all the way to the eighth floor and saw a room door open. He Yingying's face turned pale and her feet became a little faster.
"ah!"
He Yingying's scream came from the room, and she saw Zhang Xiaomei hanging from the fan on the roof.
She was wearing a red dress with a red rope tied to her feet, and a weight was tied to the end of the red rope. Blood dripped down the corners of the weight and fell to the ground.
A circle of mysterious symbols was drawn on the ground, and blood dripped in the center of the symbol.
Zhou Sheng's expression also changed. Before he died, he was wearing red clothes and had weights tied to his feet. This was a sign that people would turn into evil ghosts and stay here.
What a vicious Gu Master. By the time the body was discovered, the ritual had already been completed.
When the woman's first seven souls turn into evil spirits and kill all the residents living in this building, isn't she afraid of being burdened with debts and attracting divine punishment?
"Little sister!" He Yingying wailed and wanted to step forward to save her.
Zhou Sheng hugged her and couldn't touch the woman now. The ceremony was still going on. If anyone touched the woman, the Yin Qi gathered around her would attack her immediately.
"Let's see how Qiu Ya is doing first?" Zhou Sheng reminded.
"Yes! Xiaoya." He Yingying ran into the house like crazy.
Master bedroom, no one!
Kitchen, no one!
The bathroom is empty!
Until he pushed aside the utility room next to him, he found Xiaoya lying on the ground, her face pale and breathless.
There was a man sitting cross-legged next to him. He was a strong man, with his hands clasped together and silently reciting the Heart Sutra, as if he was praying for Qiu Ya's salvation.
Zhou Sheng, who was careful, discovered that there were six ring scars on the man's forehead, which were the signs of a monk.
He Yingying thought the man was a murderer and was about to go up to fight, but was stopped by Zhou Sheng.
She pointed at the man and shouted hoarsely: "What are you doing? The murderer is still over there!"
"He is not the murderer, he is saving Qiu Ya!" Zhou Sheng said in a deep voice.
As soon as he entered the room, he felt vaguely uncomfortable. Even Liu Qian on her chest heard that there was an aura in the room that made her uncomfortable.
When the utility door was pushed open, Zhou Sheng saw that the scriptures in the monk's mouth appeared as golden chains, binding Qiu Ya's soul next to him, trying to drag it back into his body bit by bit.
"Doctor Zhou, please save Xiaoya, she is just a child!" He Yingying knelt on the ground and begged Zhou Sheng.
Zhou Sheng helped her up: "I will try my best."
He walked up to Qiu Ya, took out the embroidery needle and carefully pierced it between the little girl's eyebrows, sending wisps of golden light of merit into her body.
As long as the golden light of merit is not offset by the energy of blood, it will be gradually replenished no matter how much you use it. This is also the result of Zhou Sheng's experiment in hell.
Qiu Ya's soul is currently separated from her body, and her body is gradually withering away. Although she has a round figure now, her body has long been decayed.
As long as she uses the golden light of merit to nourish her body, she will regain her vitality bit by bit.
At this time, the monk also raised his eyes and glanced at Zhou Sheng, showing a kind smile.
He had long felt Zhou Sheng's appearance. At first glance, he seemed to have a rich golden light of merit, which was the result of several lifetimes of good deeds. However, he did not expect that behind this golden light there was a dirty and broken soul.
The golden light of merit moistened Qiu Ya's body bit by bit, traveling throughout the body through the eight extraordinary meridians, just like a drop of water dropped into a dry spring. Although it was insignificant, it caused a reaction in the spring.
As the number of water drops increased, the spring began to gush out clear water, and Qiu Ya's soul also reacted and followed instinct and walked into the body little by little.
When the soul and body reunited and the monk's chanting stopped, Zhou Sheng also pulled out the embroidery needle from between her eyebrows.
The monk gave Zhou Sheng a meaningful look, got up from the ground and walked to the living room.
He Yingying hugged Qiu Ya and looked at her nervously. She breathed a sigh of relief after feeling that her breathing was stable.
"Dr. Zhou, how is Xiaoya doing now?"
"Xiaoya is fine and will wake up later. You can take her to Qiuxia's place first."
He Yingying carried Xiaoya and Zhou Sheng to the living room, where the monk just now was sitting in front of Zhang Xiaomei, reciting the Ksitigarbha Purdue Heart Sutra.
He Yingying glanced at Zhang Xiaomei sadly, and Zhou Sheng said to her: "You go back first, I will handle it here."
He Yingying left, and Zhou Sheng sat quietly on the chair waiting for the monk to recite sutras.
As the last word fell, the monk's body burst into golden light, and the shadow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appeared behind him.
The Ksitigarbha phantom stretched out his Buddha's hand to put down Zhang Xiaomei's body, but saw billowing black gas coming out of the corpse, forming a black-faced fanged ghost head and biting the Ksitigarbha phantom!
