C117 (1/2)

Very quickly, Weiqing found out from the doctor that there was a problem with Zhang Linlin's heart.

According to the doctors, Zhang Linlin's heart problem was not caused by Innates, but rather the day after tomorrow. Simply put, his heart had internal injuries, and the main thing was that he would be fine if he did not get too excited. Weiqing let out a long sigh. Most probably, this hidden injury of Zhang Linlin's was caused by the drunk Zhang Fugui when he was young, right?

The two of them tossed and turned for the better half of the night as Zhang Linlin finally calmed down.

Old Zhang's experience reminded Weiqing of a very popular saying in the countryside. It would either be that Old Zhang's lack of virtue had paid off, or that something had gone wrong with the Old Zhang Family's Feng Shui Ancestor. Zhang Fugui had lost his wife in his early years, lost his son in his middle years, died miserably for Zhang Fada, and now even Zhang Linlin had internal injuries.

Zhang Fugui's death had a huge impact on Zhang Linlin. Different from the usual crying and crying, he was just like a fool, lying on the sickbed without saying a word.

Losing two loved ones in such a short period of time was indeed a big blow!

Weiqing guarded Zhang Linlin's ward, no matter how he asked, Zhang Linlin did not answer, but took out his phone and played with it.

On WeChat, the little white rabbit looked for Weiqing to play games. Weiqing didn't reply, how could he be in the mood to play games now? Then, he looked at the records in the Tusita Palace chat group. They were all trivial matters of the Heaven Realm.

God of Plague: I've been busy recently too. Yama has recently shown off his power and expelled a lot of people, causing me, the God of Plague, to do all sorts of useless things.

Wasn't the affair of Ox-Head and Horse-Face just a soul reaper?

Weiqing's brain suddenly became active.

Weiqing: The god of plague, are you there?

After a long while, the god of pests finally replied. You, the great red man of Heaven Realm, you're looking for me for something?

Weiqing: (Sweating) Don't mock me when the plague is too great. In my eyes, you will always be my big brother, the Great God that I, as a mortal, can only look up to.

God of Plague: Tsk, come on. I heard from the group that from now on, this group will have all the mortal tasks for you to take care of. Hehe, this is the first time I have encountered such a situation, who would believe that no one in your Heaven Realm would fall for you? Let's stop talking, I'm in a hurry to hook up with the spirit!

Weiqing: Big Plague God, don't go. Let's talk more. I really have something to talk to you about!

God of Plague: Speak if you have something to say. I'm really busy.

Weiqing: Weren't you in charge of capturing ghosts? I just happened to have an elder here who accidentally passed away. Can you not hook his soul and let him come back to life!

God of Plague: (rolling his eyes) You dare to say that! A person's life and death had already been written in the Book of Life and Death when he was born. Not to mention a mortal, even if a deity died, there was nothing that could change the fate of that person. Otherwise, why would they even care about the underworld? Who wouldn't want to live the same life as that deity?

Weiqing: The problem is that my friend just died, it's just tonight. I heard that there's a number seven after a person dies? Ox-Head and Horse-Face would not lure him away during these seven days. Would he only reincarnate after he got home from the first seven days and had a final look at his family?

God of Plague: Hehe, I didn't expect you to know so much.

Weiqing immediately asked: Is there any hope in this matter?

God of Plague: Hard to say.