Chapter 145 (2/2)

The middle-aged woman just glanced at Xiao Jin, turned her head to Zhitong, took a strong breath and pressed down the agitation in her heart. Then she slowly said: ”the disciples dare not hide the master. In fact, shortly after my father died, our family moved in, but...”

When she said this, she suddenly had a meal. The panic that had been hidden in the depths of her eyes also spread at the moment and became more obvious. Her expression stagnated for a while, as if she had organized a language in her heart. Then she slowly said: ”master, after my father died, our family moved in, but only lived for a month, my husband...”

Tears splashed down from her slightly frightened eyes, and a touch of crystal came out of her eyelashes, which also made her originally good face show a moving beauty.

Zhitong listened quietly, without interrupting or prompting. He only showed the mercy in his eyes more clearly, showing a bit of the style of an eminent monk.

Encouraged by Zhitong's unfathomable appearance, the mood of middle-aged women was slightly stable: ”master, soon after living in, my husband began to get sick easily, and always felt afraid of cold. I thought it was because his physique had always been poor, so I didn't care much, but later, my husband couldn't get up.”

”Oh?” Zhitong's eyes showed a trace of clarity without much surprise. While he was listening carefully to the waste of her narration, he sighed in his heart: ”the Qi of yin and evil here is so heavy. He has lived here for a month. If he is not ill, there is no justice!”

But at the same time, they were also secretly surprised, because middle-aged women felt no different from outside since they came in. This is a strange thing.

In fact, it's normal to put it in an ordinary place, but the problem is that it's not ordinary here, but a place where Yin and evil spirits gather. It's reasonable to say that middle-aged women should feel cold when they come in, but looking at her appearance, it seems a little afraid of cold.

Surprised, the waste could not help but transport the perspective eyes, but was slightly stunned, and then sighed: ”no wonder this woman was originally the body of Yang fire. She can naturally resist the Yin evil spirit in a short time, but I'm afraid she will be eroded by the powerful Yin evil spirit in the Villa over a long time, but her husband is not so lucky.”

He was soaked by the evil spirit in the villa, so he was weak and sick, cold and ill for a long time. He was admitted to the hospital and lived in the villa for a month. He really wanted to die himself.

What's more, his wife is still a body of Yang fire, which infiltrates every day, so that he doesn't feel too much about the cold, but it is this situation that also makes him infiltrated by the Qi of Yin evil for a longer time, so the Qi of Yin evil has gone deep into the bone marrow. I'm afraid it's more or less bad.

As soon as I read this, I looked up at the middle-aged woman in vain. Sure enough, the middle-aged woman had a sad expression on her face, tears in her eyes fell directly, choked and said, ”after my husband was hospitalized, but the doctors in the hospital did all the examinations, but they didn't find out what the disease was, and finally he...”

In the sad words, she cried even more bitterly. Even the two groups of fat meat in front of the magnificent chest trembled, which was very attractive.

”People can't come back to life after death. Please forgive me, benefactor.” Zhitong has a deep compassionate expression on his face, and his voice matches the expression very well. It makes people feel that his Taoist bone is high, which makes people feel admiration at a glance.

”Woo, woo...” but Zhitong said like this, the middle-aged woman cried more painful, and shrugged violently with her shoulders, which made people feel pity at a glance.

With a faint sigh, he secretly said, ”it seems that there is another secret. I'm afraid it's not just that my husband is ill and dead.”

Under the faint thought, the middle-aged woman finally stopped crying, but she directly stretched out her hand and pulled Zhitong: ”master, please save my daughter!”

”Oh?” Zhitong was slightly stunned and didn't have too many surprised expressions. It was obvious that he also expected this.

Waste is a squint of eyes, and then whispered in my heart: sure enough!