Chapter 145

"Zhi..."

Just when vanity and Zhitong were surprised, Xiao Jin suddenly shouted with excitement.

However, its volume is very small, and its cry is not much. The middle-aged women don't care. They thought that Xiao Jin was ecstatic when he saw too many delicious food, but he tightened his arms even more.

Xiao Jin was so squeezed by her arms and fat on her chest that she naturally wanted to struggle, but suddenly remembered her wasted advice, and immediately took back her teeth and mouth ready to bite.

He just looked at the waste with his poor eyes full of infinite expectation and wanted his master to save it.

Idleness was awakened by its scream. He was stunned when he saw Xiao Jin's bright eyes.

Just then, a strange idea suddenly came into my mind: did Xiao Jin find any treasure?

As soon as the idea came into being, it quickly became deeply rooted. It made waste. I couldn't help looking at it along Xiao Jin's anxious line of sight, but I was seeing that the location was where the evil wind had just struck.

Bad breath!

The wasted eyes suddenly lit up. Did Xiao Jin like to be angry?

Thinking like this, the middle-aged woman has walked into the main house.

As soon as I entered the main room, the feeling of wasting my heart was more real. The cold feeling was suddenly aggravated. The bright sunshine seemed to be blocked out by this strong Yin Qi.

Is the evil spirit so heavy?

With a slight consternation, he turned his head and looked at the master, but saw that Zhitong was also frowning at the moment, with doubts in his eyes. The profound and unpredictable on his face had faded, replaced by a look of prudence.

Just then, the voice of the middle-aged woman also sounded: "master, after my father died, this villa has been empty, so it hasn't been cleaned. It's a little messy. Please forgive me."

Zhitong has now returned to normal, but he smiled calmly and waved his hand carelessly: "female benefactor, you're welcome. I have a question to ask."

The middle-aged woman was stunned, but for a moment she remembered that Zhitong was about to chant scriptures. Suddenly, a touch of joy appeared on her face: "what does the master have to say, but it doesn't hurt. The disciple must know everything."

"Benefactor, have you ever lived in this villa since your father died?" Zhitong's words were faint, but his sight slowly swept around and observed everything around him carefully.

The middle-aged woman's face was filled with an unnatural expression, but she noticed that there was a trace of fear in her eyes.

However, after all, she gently clenched her teeth, but gently put her hand together at the temples. However, she forgot that Xiao Jin was still in her arms, so that the little guy finally broke away from his imprisonment and jumped directly into the arms of waste.

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!