Requiem Chapter 80 The Last Curse
"Tang Yan, are you okay?" Yin Hun helped Tang Yan up, then put his ear to her chest and listened.
Well, there's a heartbeat.
Yin Hui smiled comfortably.
"Just now...just now...what happened? Cough, cough, cough." Tang Yan coughed violently twice, and then looked at Yin Hun with some shock.
"What about the female ghost?"
Yin Hui snapped his fingers: "Done!"
"Oh?" Tang Yan opened her mouth in disbelief, and then happily fell into his arms. She sobbed happily: "So, I can still eat the dishes you cook in the future?"
Yin Hui laughed in silence and scratched the nose of the beauty in his arms: "You! You only know how to eat."
Back in the hall, everyone was sitting on the ground with their arms and legs spread out. They had consumed too much energy just now, especially Yin Hun. After putting on the Demon-Sealing Gloves, his fighting power soared as if he had turned on a cheat, but his physical energy consumption was dozens of times that of usual. If he didn't have a good physical fitness, he would have passed out in shock long ago.
He took off the magic-sealing gloves and put them in his pocket. Of course, this was done in the blind spot of other people's perspectives. Taoist magic tools had extraordinary abilities and were easily used by people with ulterior motives, even those closest to him.
Changzhuang Funeral Home was newly opened, and there weren't many employees inside. Moreover, as a superstitious person, Zhuo Kai wouldn't stay here all day and all night. There were only four of them in the entire hall. There was also a security guard who was also a part-time receptionist, who was having a tryst with Zhou Gong outside and had no idea what was happening inside.
"Hey, how about going to the amusement park next week?" Shen Feifei pulled Yin Hun's ear.
"Hmm! That's a good idea." Yin Hun had no idea what to do with this little Loli.
"Really?" Tang Yan's eyes lit up.
"Haha! What do you want to play, or play it from beginning to end?" Yin Hun smiled slightly.
"Okay, okay!" Shen Feifei clapped her hands repeatedly, but Yin Hui rolled his eyes at her: "You are so excited, I didn't say I would take you with me. At most, I will take you to the zoo to keep the big bear company!"
"Hmph! Hateful!" Shen Feifei pouted.
"Hmph! Hateful!" Yin Hui imitated her and said in a pinched voice, which made Old Zhao and Tang Yan laugh.
But at this moment, Old Zhao's face suddenly changed, his eyes widened, and he looked at Yin Hun in disbelief.
"What's wrong, Master?" Yin Hun was extremely puzzled when he saw his master making such an expression.
"No, it's another aura that appeared at the car accident scene, but it's different from Zhang Xiuting..." Old Zhao muttered to himself. At the end, his whole body shook violently and he stood up abruptly.
At the same time, his old body suddenly jumped up with extraordinary agility, and finally pounced on Yin Hun.
With a loud bang, both of them fell to the ground at the same time.
" Master, what's wrong with you?" Yin Hun struggled to stand up while helping Old Zhao up.
But before he could stand up, the joints of Old Zhao's body made a "snap" sound. Yin Hun's face changed. Where his right hand touched, a red letter "7" was imprinted right on his master's back.
"How is this possible?" Yin Hun cried out in surprise. He looked up and found a child lying upside down above his head, grinning and making faces at him.
The head is three times larger than the body, with sparse yellow hair, a rabbit-like three-petal mouth raised high, and a pair of blood-red eyeballs are being played with in the hands.
Indeed, this is a real ghost face.
Rage made Yin Hun's face distorted and ferocious. He stretched out his right hand frantically, and suddenly, countless flame-like flocs wrapped around the entire magic-sealing glove. Then he stood up and quickly grabbed the ghost child's feet before he jumped away, and pulled it down fiercely. Then the magic-sealing glove struck with all its strength, and a desolate roar came from the corridor. Countless spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ghost child's body, until it collapsed and turned into fragments.
Yin Hun knew that its soul had been torn apart and it would never be reborn!
He knows this ghost child, it should be the thing in Zhang Xiuting's belly, right?
It's all my fault for being careless. I took all kinds of precautions, but still managed to overlook this point.
Yin Hun slapped his forehead in regret, then half ran and half fell to the side of Old Zhao.
Only then did he understand Old Zhao's intention. If Old Zhao hadn't pushed him away, then this number '7' would have sent him to hell.
Just like the ghost child that he killed, he will never be reborn.
Taking off his gloves, Yin Hun helplessly helped Old Zhao up, only to see blood-red foam constantly gushing out of the mouth of this white-haired old man, but there was no expression of pain on his face, on the contrary, there was a hint of a smile.
"Master, don't die. I will take you to the hospital. I know you were just joking with me and vomiting some tomato juice..." After saying that, he knelt on the ground and wanted to carry Old Zhao on his back.
"Haha! Boy, the master knows more than you. The curse is about to explode, and it's too late..." Old Zhao's intermittent voice came from his ears, but Yin Hun didn't care about it. His voice was mixed with endless grief: "Master, don't say anything, don't open your mouth, just rest assured." Yin Hun's heart began to bleed.
Tang Yan and Shen Feifei also rushed over one by one.
"What are you still standing there for? Call 110, 120. Otherwise, go find that tomboy!" Yin Hun didn't care about anything else and yelled at the two frightened people.
They knew that Yin Hun's spirit had completely collapsed, and at this moment, his mind was not clear.
Yin Hun gritted his teeth and mobilized the strength in his body, trying to carry Old Zhao on his back. However, after using the Demon-Sealing Gloves twice in a row, all the strength in his body had been drained away. How could he put in any more strength?
His tears and snot were falling, but his body still didn't react at all...
The rain pours down in this autumn full of sadness.
Old Zhao was sent to the city hospital by Ouyang Xue in a police car. When the director saw Ouyang Xue, he immediately allocated the best intensive care unit and a group of experienced professional doctors without saying a word.
But Yin Hun didn't care so much. At this moment, he was standing by the bed with a sad heart. He held Old Zhao's dry bark-like hands tightly with his hands, and his voice was choked with sobs. It was obvious that he could no longer control himself.
At this time, the dying old man opened his eyes slightly, and seemed to have some life again. His attachment to his disciple made him reluctant to leave this world, and he had his last moments of life.
"Boy, why are you crying?" Old Zhao made a vague sound in his throat. Of course, his voice was trembling and the tone was very soft. Only Yin Hui who was nearby could hear it clearly. Old Zhao smiled and whispered to him: "In ancient times, it was a happy event for people to die after the age of sixty. People should be happy."
“But,” Yin Hui shook his head painfully and said, “You are not yet sixty, there is still one day!”
"Stupid, life is full of regrets!" Zhao Deshui turned his head with difficulty. His blurred vision made it difficult for him to see who was behind Yin Hui. He could only ask, "Tang Yan, Xiao Feifei, are you all okay?"
"Yes." Tang Yan walked forward and held Old Zhao's hand tightly, tears welling up in her eyes: "We are all fine."
"That's great." Old Zhao nodded with satisfaction.
She no longer had the strength to speak, but refused to die. She just lay there quietly, staring at her husband with lifeless eyes.
No matter how much you practice Taoism, as long as you haven’t achieved enlightenment, you are still a human being.
The electrocardiogram has become a straight horizontal line and emits a long, harsh sound.
But the old man somehow managed to gather strength and insisted on not dying, and until late at night, he still held Yin Hui's hand tightly.
Yin Hui originally cherished this last moment, but seeing that his master was obviously holding on, breathing in but not out, and obviously in great pain, he couldn't help but feel distressed. Thinking that he still had some regrets, he asked softly, "Do you still want to see your relatives?"
Old Zhao didn't dare to speak, because he was afraid that once he opened his mouth, his anger would be released, and he would directly see the King of Hell, and stared straight at Yin Hun.
Yin Hui knew it wasn't her, so he asked again, "Is that Tang Yan?"
Old Zhao still didn't blink, so Yin Hui asked, "Is that... Shen Feifei?"
Old Zhao still didn't blink, obviously not yet.
Yin Hui thought for a long time and said, "Could it be Director Zhou?"
But still got a negative answer.
Yin Hui couldn't guess now, but he was more certain that his master had some unfulfilled wish, so he had to ask, "What else is on your mind?"
Old Zhao finally spoke, his voice so weak that Yin Hui had to lean close to his ear to hear: "What, time?"
"What time is it?" Yin Hun looked around the room, but couldn't find any timekeeping equipment. His cell phone was out of battery, and no one in the room was in the habit of carrying a watch. Normally, it was no big deal, but now he had to check the time, but he was at a loss. He had no choice but to shout outside, "Ouyang Xue, what time is it now?"
