Chapter 0064 What strange disease
No wonder this girl was walking so close to me just now, it turns out she was planning to steal my secret weapon.
Unfortunately, she miscalculated. The three talismans in the sachet are not that important to me.
It's worth it to exchange these three talismans for my peace.
It’s just that the Peach Blossom Marriage Talisman was taken away by her, so it won’t cause any trouble, right?
When I returned to the shop, it was already late at night.
I sat cross-legged on the bed, silently reciting the technique of Palm Thunder in my mind, circulating the faint trace of true Qi in my body, and practicing Palm Thunder.
This technique requires a very high foundation from the practitioner. Just practicing it once according to the method is already very difficult. Even the first level of palm thunder cannot be performed.
With insufficient true energy, it may be difficult to make progress in a short period of time.
A layer of sweat appeared on my forehead. I stopped to rest for a while and then started practicing the art of observing qi with my third eye.
After practicing for a while, I was exhausted and fell asleep on the bed.
The next day, before I went out for a run, I found two more messages on my phone.
"Li Yunfeng, I'm Zhan Lan, this is my number, remember to save it."
"Hey, what are you doing? Why don't you reply to my message? Don't tell me you fell asleep again!"
The message came at midnight last night, when I was indeed asleep.
It seems that she has a good relationship with Song Yalan, and she can even fight to this extent for her cousin.
It’s not that I don’t want to help her, but that I can’t help her.
I shook my head, didn’t reply to the message, and went out for a run.
I ran several streets without realizing it. When I stopped to rest, I saw Yunhui Yayuan and its strangely arranged buildings from afar.
I don’t know if Song Zhujun has moved out.
After thinking about it, I took out my cell phone and called Song Zhujun.
"Hello, how are you?" The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. The voice that came from the other end was not Song Zhujun's, but a clear and familiar young female voice.
I must have heard it somewhere.
I checked the number and found that I had not dialed the wrong number.
"Hello, is Ms. Song here?"
"Are you... Li Yunfeng!?" The young female voice on the other end of the phone sounded surprised.
I finally recognized the other person's voice: "Zhan Lan?"
"why you?"
We shouted out in surprise at the same time.
"How do you have my cousin's phone number?"
"Cousin?" I was stunned for a moment. "Song Zhujun and Song Yalan are sisters?"
"That's right! You have both of their numbers, and you still want to deny that you have a relationship with Sister Ya?"
"I didn't even know they were sisters! By the way, where are you now? Yunhui Yayuan?"
"Yes, Sister Zhujun is sick and I am taking care of her."
My heart skipped a beat: "Is she seriously ill?"
"Maybe I have a cold. I have a slight fever and I'm lying down to rest."
I said anxiously, "Send her to the hospital immediately. Don't stay in that house anymore. Quick!"
As I spoke, I stopped a car and rushed to Yunhui Yayuan .
"Why?" Zhan Lan was stunned. "She is feeling very uncomfortable now. Let her rest for a while and feel better before going to the hospital, right?"
"Don't delay any longer. The later you delay, the worse it will be for her health! And for you too! I'll be right there!"
Zhan Lan could hear the seriousness in my tone. She hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to follow my advice.
When we arrived at Yunhui Yayuan, I asked Zhan Lan to pick me up, and then I went with her to take the comatose Song Zhujun to the hospital.
After a series of examinations, the results were very strange. There was no obvious lesions in Song Zhujun's organs, but they were very weak, like a person in his seventies or eighties.
Zhan Lan was shocked by the diagnosis and looked at Song Zhujun lying on the hospital bed with worry.
"What kind of strange disease did Sister Zhujun have? Why did she become like this?"
Song Zhujun's face was frighteningly pale while she was sleeping, almost bloodless, she was extremely thin, and her cheeks were sunken.
There was an indwelling needle on the back of his skinny hand, and nutrient solution was injected into his body bit by bit, and the fever slowly subsided.
"She can't live in Yunhui Yayuan anymore." I said in a deep voice.
After meeting Han Wenshan, Song Zhujun still lived in Yunhui Yayuan. Obviously, Han Wenshan did not help her.
They are husband and wife, but they are so heartless.
"Why? What does this have to do with where you live? Don't give me that excuse about bad feng shui." Zhan Lan looked at me with a frown.
"If only it were just bad feng shui." I shook my head and said seriously, "I'm not exaggerating. Ms. Song's health is already very weak and she is in danger of death. If she continues to live in Yunhui Yayuan, she will die sooner or later."
Zhan Lan was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and his bright eyes widened.
"Sister Ya also lives in Yunhui Yayuan... Was her accident also due to the house problem?"
"Maybe."
"Li Yunfeng, what do you know?" Zhan Lan suddenly came close to me and stared at me closely. "They are all my sisters. I just want to help them. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know what happened to Song Yalan, but I can tell you about the problems of Yunhui Yayuan." I looked straight into her eyes, "But if I tell you, you may not believe it."
"I've seen people turned into black mud, so what else can't I believe?"
I glanced at Song Zhujun and waved my hand to Zhan Lan: "Let's talk outside. Don't disturb Ms. Song's rest."
Downstairs in the inpatient department, in the garden where patients take walks, I sat on a deck chair and lit a cigarette.
"The feng shui of Yunhui Yayuan is indeed not good, but Ms. Song, no, the reason why normal people cannot live there is not only because of the feng shui, but also because it has become a place of yin and evil, like a living grave."
"Think about it, if a normal person lives in a tomb and is exposed to negative energy over time, how can his body be healthy?"
"Graves, yin energy?" Zhan Lan couldn't understand. "But this is a modern big city with such a large population. How could there be such things as you said?"
"I've explained it. It's up to you whether you believe it or not." I exhaled a puff of smoke lightly.
After a while, Zhan Lan asked again: "How did you know my cousin?"
I told her how I met Song Zhujun.
"Perhaps, because they are sisters, connected by blood, some images of her sister remain in her memory."
"No, according to what you said, my distant cousin should not remember anything, but I am the one who remembers it most clearly." Zhan Lan shook his head.
"Maybe there's something special about you."
"What's so special about it?" Zhan Lan leaned his head closer again.
Her skin is fair and delicate, she has a faint fragrance on her body, there is a rare heroic spirit in her brows, and her eyes are very bright, as if there are stars scattered in them.
I was stunned for a moment and looked away.
"How would I know?" I put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, then I stood up. "Since Ms. Song is fine, I should leave too. Bye."
"Hey, Li Yunfeng, please stop. I still have a lot of questions to ask you..."
I quickly left the hospital when my cell phone rang urgently. I thought it was Zhan Lan, so I picked it up and was surprised by the name on the screen.
Han Wenshan.
