Liangcheng, Lianghe Hospital.
Downstairs in the ward.
He Chuntao took out his mobile phone and called the nurse's service desk on the ward floor.
"Hello?"
"Hello, I would like to ask, have the family members of the patient in bed No. 2 in **** ward left? I am also a family member of the patient. I have registered. My name is He Chuntao."
"Wait a minute while I go take a look."
"Hello, the family members of patient Wang Chaoqiang left half an hour ago. His father specifically told us to contact him when he left, saying that if any family members come to visit, let us contact him. Do you think?"
"don't want!"
He Chuntao said hurriedly: "Don't! I had some troubles with my man recently. The child is lying on the hospital bed. I don't want him to see his parents at odds."
"Okay, I understand. Then come over. By the way, the balance in Wang Chaoqiang's hospital account is running low. Please remember to pay."
"well!"
After hanging up the phone, He Chuntao carefully observed his surroundings and walked towards the ward building avoiding people.
She had been very careful since she walked near the hospital.
Originally, according to He Chuntao's idea, the most perfect plan would be for her to adopt a child from her relatives.
It's not surprising that He Chuntao has such an idea.
When she was young, she lived in a rural area. It was normal for any family in the village to adopt a child from a relative.
He Chuntao wanted to use the excuse that her child was terminally ill to adopt a child.
Then he used the life and death talisman on his son and the adopted child to exchange the lives of the two people.
At that time, he would say that he accidentally killed the child, and that he was manslaughter. Even if he went to jail, he would not be punished by death.
What's more, if the action is secretive, it won't even alert the police!
However, every child is the heart and soul of their parents. He Chuntao thought very well, but all the relatives she knew who had just had children at home rejected her proposal to "adopt a child into their own home."
Some even hang up the phone right on the spot.
He Chuntao thought to herself, feeling that life was becoming more and more difficult.
When she arrived at the door of the ward, she first carefully pressed against the door and listened to the movement inside, and then quietly pushed the door open and entered.
Wang Chaoqiang's hospital bed is in bed No. 2 in the middle.
He Chuntao walked over lightly and looked at the pale and sleeping young man lying on the hospital bed, his eye circles suddenly turned red.
The young man sleeping in the hospital bed is He Chuntao's son, Wang Chaoqiang.
In recent days, Wang Chaoqiang has been sleeping longer and longer, and the doctor's critical illness notification has been issued several times.
After covering Wang Chaoqiang with the quilt that was almost drooping to the ground on one side of the hospital bed, He Chuntao just sat there and watched silently.
She clutched her satchel tightly with one hand and kept wiping her tears with the other hand. She looked like this for about half an hour.
He Chuntao was ready to leave.
If you want your son to survive, you can't just look at him like this.
"Super strong, mom will try her best to keep you alive!"
He Chuntao finished speaking with choked sobs and stood up. She habitually looked at the beds on both sides and saw the uncle on bed No. 1 over there looking under Wang Chaoqiang's bed.
Suddenly, He Chuntao shuddered violently!
She thought that her son was seriously ill and had difficulty turning over while sleeping. Why did the quilt covering him droop to one side? !
Realizing this problem, she raised her feet and was about to leave!
result--
Under the hospital bed, a strong man's hand grabbed her ankle!
He Chuntao looked back and saw her man's bloodshot red eyes lying under the hospital bed!
"Where's the stuff? Give it to me!"
The man's hysterical voice coupled with his twisted and ferocious face looked like an evil ghost lying on the ground.
...
Under the ancient city wall, there is a dark room at the bottom of the lake.
Yang Ning frowned slightly.
In front of him, the mummy of the "dog thing", whose bones had been burnt black, actually succumbed.
It whispered "Uh huh" while the dwarf next to it wrote on the paper with trembling hands.
Just now, Yang Ning first roasted the mummy on a high fire, preparing to take it away in a wave.
But thinking of his agreement with it, he switched to a low fire and burned it slowly.
Originally, the mummy had withstood the fire and was ready to move away, but it turned out that it could not withstand the small fire that burned slowly on its body bit by bit.
After all, no matter how fierce the fire is, it only lasts for a moment, but how long a small fire can burn depends on someone's thoughts.
The mummy glanced at the small flame on his body, "Hmm?"
The dwarf who was writing birthday numbers one by one on the paper asked Yang Ning in a trembling voice: "Guest, guest, Taichang Da, no, it's a dog asking, asking when can the fire on it be extinguished?"
Yang Ning asked doubtfully: "Destroy it? Is it so anxious? The game is not over yet, can it live a little longer?"
"You have lived for hundreds of years and still care about this moment?"
Mummy: "Uh huh..."
Dwarf: "The guest, said the dog, is feeling uncomfortable with a ball of flames dancing on his body."
Yang Ning: "Well, if you let it report two more wrong horoscopes, it will be even more uncomfortable."
"The thirty-first day of the twelfth lunar month is really an auspicious day."
dwarf:"......"
There is no thirty-first number in the lunar calendar, only in the solar calendar.
The twelfth lunar month is based on the lunar calendar, so "the 31st of the twelfth lunar month" is a completely non-existent date.
The dwarf responsible for translating and transcribing was so nervous and frightened that he did not even notice this problem.
The dwarf turned to look at the mummy, and the black "dog thing" hurriedly shouted!
The dwarf curled his lips, silently crossed out two of the eight characters he had already written, and started writing again.
While he was writing, he carefully asked Yang Ning: "Guest, is it not difficult for you to recommend people's horoscopes?"
Yang Ning closed her eyes and knocked on the table, and simply said two words: "I'm lazy."
Not long after, the dwarf respectfully handed the nine written birthday numbers to Yang Ning.
Yang Ning didn't even look at it, a flash of fire flashed in his eyes, and the talisman paper with the nine birthdays and eight characters on it didn't catch fire, it just turned into ashes in the dwarf's hands!
The dwarf was stunned by the scene before him!
"Invisible spiritual fire?! You, you have mastered the art of reaching heaven?!"
Yang Ning glanced at him coldly and said softly: "It's rare to see something strange!"
He picked up the silver bell he had taken out from his bag and shook it gently.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
A pleasant voice sounded.
Yang Ning coughed twice and said, "Everyone, little Karami, listen carefully. What I say below is very important to you."
"Because this is about your lives."
"I didn't leave the mountain before, so I didn't mention the past."
"From today on, from the moment I finish saying this, no one in this land dares to make a talisman of life and death——"
"I want someone to die."
After saying that, Yang Ning's lips curled up and a smile appeared on his face. He said softly: "Eh? It seems that a fellow Taoist is very unfortunate?"
"We are not that domineering person. Fellow Taoist, please destroy the life and death talisman in your hand that you are about to send out. Thank you."
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