When the school bell rang, Ying Nan pursed her lips and quickly walked out of the classroom with her schoolbag in hand.
The driver was already waiting at the school gate. She got in the car, took off her gentle mask, her face was full of fatigue, "Go to the hospital."
The driver agreed and drove towards the city center hospital.
Ying Bei's ward was on the top floor and was the best room in the hospital. She opened the door and went in. She saw that her brother, who was full of energy not long ago, was now lying on the bed with no idea whether he was alive or dead. Even the top doctors at home and abroad could not detect it. If there is something wrong with his body, he can only use countless high-precision instruments to keep him alive.
However, the instrument could save Ying Bei's life, but it could not prevent him from losing weight day by day. The thought of the possibility of becoming like his brother made Ying Nan feel resistant.
The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant. Ying Nan took a deep breath and returned to Ying's home without staying in the hospital for long.
The parents of the Ying family were in a state of distress, discussing something intensely with the heavenly master they hired at a high price. They didn't even care about their daughter when they got home. Ying Nan did not disturb them and returned to the room silently.
As soon as she put down her schoolbag, she noticed that her vision suddenly darkened.
It was still dusk, and the curtains were not closed. Logically speaking, it could not be dark. However, this unruly scene still occurred. Ying Nan's body stiffened, and he did not dare to move as he was about to sit down.
She held a sachet, feeling cold all over, and kept comforting herself in her heart. She had the amulet to protect her, and the evil ghost could not hurt her.
As if he had guessed what she was thinking, a low and cold laugh suddenly sounded in the room.
It didn't belong to anyone in the Ying family, it belonged to a man, and it showed a cold and indifferent sarcastic mood.
Ying Nan's neck was suddenly pinched by an invisible presence. Her cheeks turned red and her breathing gradually became rapid. The pain of lack of oxygen was indescribable, and the girl's mind went blank. The yellow paper placed in the sachet burned out of thin air, turning into an attack force and rushing towards the hurting ghost. But that power was too weak compared to the ghost king who had existed for thousands of years with terrifying strength and resentment. Just when Ying Nan thought she would die here, the restraints around her neck suddenly disappeared.
Ying Nan fell to the ground. She had no time to think about why the other party let her go. The clothes on her back were wet with cold sweat. The girl got up in a hurry and ran out stumblingly.
The other party did not chase him. After Ying Nan left, the figure of the young ghost king appeared in the room.
The snow-white and loose robe spread out, and half of his long black hair slipped out from his temples, highlighting the young man's pale skin. His delicate and narrow eyes narrowed lazily, thoughtfully.
Holiness and weirdness intertwined to form a kind of contradictory beauty. The dark resentment hovered around his cold and slender wrist like a well-behaved pet, turning into a snake-like shape and nuzzling his palm obediently.
Yagiri casually tapped the black snake's head with his fingertips, watching it lie down lazily, its body slowly tightening, wrapping around his arm.
"That smell is a bit familiar." Yagiri whispered, remembering that Ying Nan's body was stained with, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the aura belonging to Ayaki, and his heart moved inexplicably.
However, the aura was not obvious. It was like a little bit of it that was acquired by staying in the same space, but most of it has now dissipated.
The room was covered with talismans used to deal with him. They were densely packed and brightly colored. Because he was too evil, cinnabar was not very effective, so the Heavenly Master had no choice but to replace it with more powerful human blood.
It looked particularly scary, but the corners of Yagiri's lips curled up slightly, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
These things can't deal with him. It was because his body and bones were suppressed before that the Ying family could keep him in the coffin for so many years, using his luck to exchange for the prosperity of the Ying family for thousands of years.
But now, there is no targeted body and bones. Ying's family is running around in panic, and all their efforts are in vain. They dare not dig out his body and bones, because it has been refined by Yagiri into his own territory for thousands of years, no matter what. Anyone in the past could be killed by Yagiri. After sacrificing several people, no one dares to pass now.
