Qing Shisan grinned: "Weird, but reasonable! With Mr. Zheng's temperament, he has no high-ranking officials and no children. What should he do with such a big fortune? Zheng Erniang is just an adopted daughter. Unless she temporarily recruits a son-in-law, if something happens to Mr. Zheng, the higher-ups will definitely raid the house! Change I'll copy it too! Anyone can copy it! I used to wonder why Mr. Zheng was so calm and calm in prison and didn't let me wait to rob the prison. It turns out that he had paved the way for his escape early. If something happened, he would have his legitimate son to succeed him and die without regrets. !”
"The timing of this legitimate son's appearance is indeed perfect. Although the master is imprisoned in Wangtiantai, the Minister of Punishment has not yet convicted him. Now that the illegitimate son is born, he will be honored. At this time, even if Lord Jiang, the Shangshu of the Punishment Department, is convicted, After signing the document, the Zheng family has an heir. There is no need to worry about various properties, and the incense will continue! For the Zheng family and the Zheng bloodline, Master Zheng did not hesitate to live his life! It is really great!"
Qingpi made some analysis and spoke eloquently, with bright eyes. He secretly admired Mr. Zheng's clever calculation. He stretched out his thumb and pointed in the direction of the rooftop: "Mr. Zheng, you are indeed tall! Tall and big!"
When Ji Hongou heard this, she almost fell off the wall.
In the courtyard of the east chamber, Qingpi and a serious woman were whispering.
Zheng Xiu pushed away Zheng Erniang's boudoir.
Carved lanterns illuminate the inner room, and precious sandalwood is lit at the four corners, curling up.
Zheng Erniang was lying on the bed, covered with a thick goose down quilt, her eyes closed and her beautiful eyebrows tightened.
"Second mother."
Master Zheng's breathing was slightly stagnant and he quickly stepped forward.
Outside the door, Zhizhi, Bobo, Pingping, and Lily had not entered. They looked at the young man's back with different expressions, each with their own thoughts.
"Master...Xiu'er,...Master, Xiu'er."
On the bed, Zheng Erniang vaguely noticed someone approaching, moistened her lips and murmured in a daze.
Zheng Xiu was stunned, she actually recognized him?
Zheng Xiu soon realized that he had thought too much.
Zheng Erniang did not open her eyes. After uttering a few nonsense words, she stopped making any sound and her breathing was weak.
Zheng Xiu looked at Zheng Erniang's face. The last time Zheng Xiu saw Erniang was before the butterfly effect happened. At that time, Erniang was radiant. But at this moment, Zheng Erniang seemed to have lost a lot of weight, her face was fair, her eye sockets were darkened, and her long hair was spread out on the pillow, making it difficult for Zheng Xiu to think optimistically.
"Bobo...sister, come in."
Zheng Xiu was silent for a moment and then snapped his fingers.
Zhizhi and the three of them pushed Bobo into the room with a total of six hands, and bang, the door was closed.
Jing Xuemei sighed softly, stood up holding the flute, and walked Yingying to the young master's side.
"What are your orders, young master?"
"What did the doctor say?"
"The cause of the disease can't be found, but I suspect it was a cold." Jing Xuemei hesitated for a moment and said softly.
"Did you hire the best doctor?"
"The person we invited is the number one doctor in the city, Situ Yong, who is known as the 'living dead'."
Zheng Xiu suddenly turned his head. The young man who looked exactly like Zheng Xiu had a cold look on his face: "Tell the truth!"
Jing Xuemei was surprised. She didn't know why, but at this moment she seemed to see the master standing in front of her.
"Ahem!" Outside, Qing Shisan suddenly knocked on the door with a cigarette stick and coughed twice: "But it doesn't matter, Master, he is not an outsider."
Now Qing Shisan admitted that this was the young master.
Jing Xuemei pursed her lips, paused for a moment, and said calmly: "We suspect that it was a thaumaturge who cast the spell on Er Niang."
"Thaumaturge?"
Jing Xuemei looked helpless and didn't know how to explain it.
But in his heart, he said that the young master is not an insider and does not know the inside story, which is normal.
"Master, you are still young and don't know the dangers involved."
There's a frying pan outside.
"Speaking is too difficult for Sister Bobo."
"Yeah, it's too difficult."
"We all know that Sister Bobo is good at bragging but not good at talking."
"We can't let the young master do anything for Sister Namba!"
The three of them pushed the door open and came in. Now that the conversation was over, they decided to let the young master know about the adult world in advance.
This is the responsibility of the late wife.
After some explanation.
Zheng Xiu had a look of surprise on his face, but actually his heart was churning.
It turns out that in this seemingly peaceful world, there is a cultivation path called "The Path".
There is no fixed way to practice "Gateway". From gangsters, street vendors, brothel singers, boat dancers, to literati and doctors, high-ranking officials, emperors and soldiers, there is a very small chance that they will get a glimpse of something by some chance and coincidence. Doorway, master thaumaturgy.
Those who learn thaumaturgy after stepping into the door are called "thaumaturges" in the circle.
When a thaumaturge commits a crime, it is called a "trick case" in the industry.
The evil sect case is independently handled by a department called "Ye Weiyang".
"Ye Weiyang" is independent of the six departments and is only under the jurisdiction of the emperor. Even the left and right prime ministers cannot call it privately.
Bobo silently stepped aside, while Zhizhi, Pingping, and Lily explained the key points to the young master.
But in a few words and in a hurry, the three of them could only barely explain the basics without going into depth.
Zheng Xiu was shocked. What shocked him was not the extraordinary power that appeared in this world due to the butterfly effect.
When he learned that Feng Bei and Wei Chen might be alive in this world, Zheng Xiu already had a vague premonition. This was unexpected and unexpected.
What really surprised Zheng Xiu was that the cultivation path they discovered was also called a "doorway".
In other words, Zheng Xiu’s [Prisoner’s Path] is actually one of many paths.
This reminded Zheng Xiu inadvertently of the terrifying vision that appeared on the game table when he came into contact with the Heart Prison on his first day in prison.
Forty-nine black lights scattered in all directions, and the last red light hit his forehead.
"Tianyan 49, the one who escaped? Is this a setting? Am I the one, Jiazi?" Zheng Xiu touched the knot on his forehead and speculated in his mind.
Zheng Erniang has been ill for six days.
Illness comes like a mountain.
He was fine at first, but then he fell down and couldn't wake up.
Zheng Xiu held Er Niang's hand, and the tentacles were cold. Seeing Zheng Er Niang like this, Zheng Xiu felt uncomfortable.
"You guys stand back."
Zheng Xiu stood up and asked everyone to step back. He took out the dice between his eyebrows and threw them forward.
【Investigation】!
【You are opportunistic! 】
[The investigation was a success! 】
[You are observant and aware of clues that are difficult for ordinary people to detect, and your investigation has gained some experience. 】
God rewards those who work hard, and Zheng Xiu achieved a great success in investigation.
Even if the throw is a big success, the experience value gained from the investigation is only "a little".
However, the difficulty of improving the [Investigation] trait has never been low, and Zheng Xiu knew that.
Zheng Xiu vaguely noticed that the success rate of shaking points seemed to be related to [luck]. The luck of [auspicious people and heavenly signs] often produced great successes, which was much luckier than the macho painter.
Unfortunately, the [Investigation] was a great success, and ten lines of intelligence appeared in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes. The information was generally consistent with the information provided by Qing Shisan and others, and it was of no use in diagnosing the cause of Er Niang's illness.
"etc."
Zheng Xiu slapped his forehead and grasped the dice. People always say that developing good habits is an essential element for success. But Zheng Xiu was usually used to using [Reconnaissance] and [Intuition] to open roads and explore, and he didn't think of [Evil Boy]'s new ability for a while.
But now that I remembered it was not too late, Zheng Xiu threw the dice.
The people behind him seemed to be unable to see Zheng Xiu's mysterious "throwing" action, and their faces remained as usual.
[Inspiration (a little understanding)] You were born in a scholarly family, but your parents died tragically, which caused you to awaken your psychic physique in grief, and you can detect strange auras that ordinary people cannot detect, but this rarely happens. Under "Concentrate", you can actively turn on "Spiritual Vision". The duration and depth of spiritual vision are closely related to whether you are concentrated enough.
The "concentration" in the trait description is easy to understand.
Just shake it.
Good fortune!
【eleven! 】
It was a pity that it was not a big success. But low points still passed by.
【More than ten o'clock. 】
[You are attentive enough. 】
[Turn on spiritual vision. 】
The moment the spiritual vision started, Zheng Xiu's eyes seemed to be covered with a filter, and the interior furnishings seemed to be cast in a light ink color.
Zheng Xiu looked back and saw that every move of the people behind him had a faint shadow.
This scenery reminded Zheng Xiu of his experience in "Eternal Darkness".
Zheng Xiu took two steps forward and carefully observed Zheng Erniang on the hospital bed through his "spiritual vision".
From head to toe, and from toe to head.
At this time, in Zheng Xiu's field of vision, under the silk pillow, a faint gray air mass appeared, about three fingers wide and as long as the middle finger, pressing firmly under Zheng Erniang's pillow.
The color of the gray mist is very light. In such a painting style, it is easy to miss it at a glance. If Zheng Xiu hadn't looked carefully, he might not have been able to spot it easily.
Zheng Xiu carefully took out the object from under Erniang's silk pillow, and was instantly stunned.
It is a safe talisman bag.
Zheng Xiu was familiar with this tip bag. Er Niang spent three thousand dollars to get it, and later handed it over to Zheng Xiu, saying that she wanted to protect Zheng Xiu's safety.
But how could it appear here?
Zheng Xiu took a deep breath and opened the bag of tips.
I thought something strange would pop up inside, but unexpectedly the bag was empty.
"It's empty?"
No one found it.
When Zheng Xiu opened the safety kit, Zheng Erniang's fingers suddenly stretched out under the goose down quilt.
