"My name is Zou Ming, an ordinary worker. My daughter... you don't deserve to know her name..."
Zou Ming gritted his teeth and tried not to speak.
Cold sweat soon broke out on his forehead:
"My daughter's name is Zou Wen... She suddenly became very poor starting from the second semester of her second year of high school. She could only rely on drinking Chinese medicine to maintain her health. Fortunately, she was admitted to a good university."
"They have a long school vacation these days. I heard that a charity hospital opened near my home, so I asked her to come over and see if she could recuperate her body."
"Who would have thought that my daughter would die the next day after taking the elixir prescribed by the medical clinic!"
Little Maitreya only felt that this matter was too strange.
"Are you sure she took the pill we gave her?"
Zou Ming's eyes widened:
"I just heard that Su Mian has two brushes and is profound in Taoism, so I watched her swallow the pill!"
As he spoke, he slapped himself hard, with snot and tears streaming down his face:
"Damn it! Why do I have to force her to eat it?"
"If she hadn't eaten, she might have survived."
The onlookers looked horrified.
The discussion became louder and louder.
"It's over, I used the mantra, it's clear that there's something wrong with the elixir!"
"What a tragedy for a child. The wonderful youth is gone at the last word."
"I'm just telling you, Su Mian is the result of capital speculation. She is only sixteen or seventeen years old, how can she be proficient in Taoism and refine elixirs?"
"You're so disgusting. Then why are you lining up here so early in the morning? Are you bragging..."
"Anyway, we have to give an explanation. Otherwise, aren't we just treating our lives like a game?"
"Yes! Give us an explanation!"
Seeing the crowd's protests getting louder and louder.
Little Maitreya was a little at a loss.
At this moment, a white Bentley parked steadily in front of the hospital.
The car door slowly opened. A girl bent over and got out.
She is tall and wearing a formal black suit skirt, which makes her oval face look particularly delicate and fair.
The pink lips are delicate and delicate.
only.
The girl's expression was serious and a bit cold.
Soon, another man got out of the car.
Everyone's eyes lit up again.
The man was wearing a black coat, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, and jeans of excellent quality wrapped around his long, powerful legs.
He walked to the girl's side in a few steps and walked side by side with her.
As soon as Little Maitreya saw Su Mian, he hurried over:
"Sister, I just used the mantra..."
Su Mian listened to what he said and walked up to Zou Ming:
"Where is your daughter now?"
Zou Ming looked at the cold woman in front of him.
He was already angry, but now he was even more angry.
But the mantra also has functions:
"at my place."
"Take us over there and have a look." Su Mian lowered her eyes.
Probably guessing that he would refuse, she added:
"You take us there now. If it is really because of us that your daughter died unexpectedly, I can make compensation."
Zou Ming was stunned:
"good."
Because Zou Mingjia is only two kilometers away from the medical center.
Some people who loved watching the fun also followed.
Su Mian didn't stop her.
Soon, a group of them came to a dilapidated small bungalow.
Most of the buildings here are self-built.
Some landlords buy small houses and move out.
Due to the complex number of people around, it was a mess.
Therefore, the rent is nearly half cheaper than the housing in the community opposite.
Zou Ming walked at the front, leading Su Mian and others up the stairs to the second floor.
There is a small bedroom inside, which is quite warmly decorated.
There was a young girl lying on the small bed.
The girl's eyes were closed and her expression was peaceful.
Little Maitreya put his hand in front of her nose, and his expression changed:
"Little senior sister, she, she is really dead..."
Zou Ming's face was frighteningly dark:
"Have you all seen it now? Do you still want to quibble?"
Su Mian glanced at the small bedroom and frowned:
"She is indeed dead, but it has nothing to do with me."
Zou Ming's chest was boiling with anger, and veins popped out on his forehead.
He raised his hand and slapped Su Mian on the face:
"Everyone is dead, and you still say such heartless things!"
Su Mian glanced at him.
Just as she was about to raise her hand, the man beside her stepped forward and quickly grabbed Zou Ming's wrist.
He flicked it lightly, and Zou Ming took several steps back.
Fu Jiuyuan's dark eyes narrowed, and the cold air coming from his body seemed to be frozen for thousands of miles:
"Wait until she finishes speaking."
Zou Ming looked at the violent man in front of him and did not dare to step forward:
"I want to see how you want to quibble?"
Su Mian's eyes turned cold:
"Look carefully, has anything been touched in this bedroom?"
"What do you mean?" Zou Ming looked wary.
Su Mian's smart eyes blinked slightly, and she explained patiently:
"The expressions of people who really died from inappropriate medication are not as peaceful as your daughter's before she passed away."
"In all likelihood, your daughter died while sleeping."
Little Maitreya has been listening.
He suddenly realized:
"Sister, I understand. In her situation, someone must have used a formation or a spell."
Su Mian blinked.
She talked about little Maitreya last time, but he has become more diligent recently.
"None of the spells I know so far can make people die peacefully. Most of the people who are cursed will struggle."
"So, the other party must be using a formation to kill people."
"Since the opponent used the formation, there will be traces on the scene."
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Mian quickly changed her tactics.
She raised her little face and began to recite the incantation to restore the scene:
"Yin and Yang are interdependent, the universe is reversed, and all things are restored! Rise up at the hour of Guimao and Hai!"
As soon as she finished reciting, the shadows of three talismans suddenly appeared directly above the bed.
