The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 888 Dead Man
Even after shouting three times, he was still sleeping soundly on the bed.

Xie Zhifei lowered his eyes, as if he was speaking to Li Buyan, but also as if he was speaking to himself.

"I'm afraid she's tired. How about we wait for her for a while."

Li Buyan's eyes were filled with tears: "Third Master, Tangyuan said she has no energy and is dead."

Xie Zhifei: "That's nonsense. She asked Mingting to bring a message and asked me to come over today because she had something to say."

Li Buyan: "She always keeps her word."

"Do what you say."

Xie Zhifei seemed to smile: "She is still a goddess."

Li Buyan: "The goddess won't die, right, Third Master?"

"Certainly not."

Xie Zhifei said with determination: "She is a ghost fetus. The door of ghosts will be opened on July [-]th. Her soul is shallow. Maybe she was abducted by something dirty."

Li Buyan patted the edge of the bed and said, "Why don't Mr. Pei keep his words? Those eighteen monks didn't even see a single figure."

Xie Zhifei shouted: "Zhu Qing, go find Pei Mingting for me. What should I do with this kid?"

Zhu Qing's scalp was numb.

He followed the third master into the room, his eyes always falling on Miss Yan.

No breath, no breath from beginning to end.

"Third Master."

Zhu Qing had tears in her eyes: "Miss Yan is really dead."

The word "death" caused the panic and anger in Xie Zhifei's eyes to explode completely. He rushed over like a leopard and pushed forward with all his strength.

Zhu Qing was pushed back by him.

"Third Master, Third Master..." Ding Yi quickly hugged him from behind.

Xie Zhifei looked at Zhu Qing fiercely, with murderous intent in his peach blossom eyes.

"Did you expect her to die after she caught you? Let me tell you, even if I die, she will still be alive. Let me go!"

How dare Ding Yi let go.

"let me go!"

Xie Zhifei was like an animal trapped in a cage. After letting out a scream, he tried to hit Zhu Qing again. He was so strong that even Ding Yi was dragged away by him.

Zhu Qing jumped forward, knelt down in front of Xie Zhifei, and hugged his legs with both hands.

Behind him, Ding Yi also knelt down and hugged him tightly from behind.

Xie Zhifei's tears streamed down his face.

He was like a lonely ghost who escaped from the gate of hell on July [-]th. Looking at other people's flowers and the full moon, he couldn't help but cry to the King of Hell.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me..."

You cannot send her to me and then let her leave inexplicably;

You can't let me experience life worse than death once, and then let me experience it again;
You can't bully people like this.

unable!
Zhu Qing and Ding Yi have been with the third master for so long, and have never seen him cry like this.

The two of them thought about Miss Yan's good past, and couldn't help but feel sad and began to shed tears.

When Pei Xiao rushed in, he saw such a scene and was stunned.

He was picked up from the bed by Lu Da.

Lu Da said that Yan Sanhe was out of breath, and Pei Xiao was so angry that he spat out the saliva and cursed Lu Da bloody.

He, mother, don’t think that you, an old boy, are good at skills. I won’t scold you. Can you make a joke like this?
So, it's not a joke?

Yan Sanhe is really dead!
Pei Xiao rushed into the side room in despair, rushed to the bedside, and without even looking at anyone, he reached out and took Yan Sanhe's pulse.

Huh?
"You're not dead. Isn't it still beating?"

Li Buyan raised his head in disbelief;
Xie Zhifei rushed in like a gust of wind;

Zhu Qing, Ding Yi, followed closely by Lu Da, Huang Qi... rushed in one after another.

Pei Xiao let go and went to feel Yan Sanhe's breathing. After being stunned for a moment, he went to feel her pulse.

After touching it, go and sniff again...

Finally, Pei Xiao turned his head and showed a smile that was even uglier than crying. "I, I don't know whether she is dead or alive. How about... you go and invite my father here?"

Lu Da asked before everyone else: "Little Master Pei, what does this... mean?"

"Her pulse still beats weakly, but her breathing is indeed gone. If you don't believe it, you..."

Halfway through his words, he saw Li Buyan and Xie Zhifei rushing towards him at the same time like two evil tigers.

Li Buyan held Yan Sanhe's left hand, and Xie Zhifei held Yan Sanhe's right hand.

Li Buyan looked a little flustered and a little excited, "Third, Third Master, she is really not dead."

Xie Zhifei's lips trembled in an awkward manner, "I, let me just say, the goddess will not die, she just has a weak soul and was taken away by something dirty."

When Pei Xiao heard this, he thought that inviting his father was not enough, he had to invite someone else.

"Zhu Qing, go and invite Mr. Zhu Mansion."

Zhu Qing wiped away her tears: "Yes!"

Pei Xiao: "Ding Yi, go and invite my dad."

Ding Yi's voice choked with sobs: "Yes!"

Pei Xiao: "Go and see where those eighteen monks are. Why haven't they come yet?"

Huang Qipo burst into laughter: "Yes!"

……

Eighteen monks came and chanted sutras and practiced practices outside the wing;

Doctor Pei came and checked Yan Sanhe's pulse. After checking his breath, he found that his soul seemed to have been taken away by a ghost, and he was completely motionless.

Zhu Yuanmo also came. He threw away the copper coins, read the hexagrams, and even took out the compass and demonstrated it several times.

After working for a long time, Zhu Yuanmo walked up to Xie Zhifei, his face solemn and he hesitated to speak.

Still hesitating to speak?

Xie Zhifei's heart was lifted by him: "Brother Zhu, I beg you, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

"Then I'll just say it."

Zhu Yuanmo coughed: "Little Master Pei and Miss Li came to me a few days ago to predict Miss Yan's bad luck. Actually, there is something...I hid it."

Xie Zhifei: "What are you talking about?"

Zhu Yuanmo: "A dead person cannot predict bad luck or calculate hexagrams."

Xie Zhifei suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Zhu Yuanmo's shoulders, and said viciously: "What do you mean?"

Zhu Yuanmo's pupils tightened: "Miss Yan is dead, and..."

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

Before Zhu Yuanmo finished speaking, Imperial Physician Pei jumped out of the chair, waved his fist at Zhu Yuanmo and said:
"Dead people have no pulse, but Yan Sanhe does. She is still alive."

"and!"

Zhu Yuanmo turned his head and gave Pei Yu a cold look, and emphasized his tone: "She didn't just die today."

What does this mean?
What does this mean?
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, the expressions on their faces became more and more confused.

"I think……"

Zhu Yuanmo took a deep breath and burst out word by word with great difficulty.

"She has died long ago!"

Xie Zhifei chuckled: "Brother Zhu, what are you talking about?"

Li Buyan directly yelled: "Damn it, you just died. You died 800 years ago."

Pei Xiao rolled his eyes with a piercing eye, "Brother Zhu, are you old and confused?"

Zhu Qing sneered: "Can dead people eat, drink, and walk?"

Ding Yi said angrily: "Can a dead person transform his thoughts and demons?"

Huang Qi straightened her chest: "Mr. Zhu, Miss Yan is someone who has helped your Zhu family. If it weren't for her, your Zhu family would have been doomed a long time ago. You need to be kinder in your words."

Zhu Yuanmo: "..."

Speechless!

(End of this chapter)