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Yang Zimei had been in the room for three days and three nights before she came out. Her face was pale and haggard, and her lips were bloodless.
This time, she was exhausted because the baby clothes provided by Howard FOK were too far away.
Huo Wenhua, who had been waiting for her for three days anxiously outside, saw her coming out and rushed forward, "master Yang, are you ok? Is it serious? "
Yang Zimei waved to him, "I'll take a bath first and then tell you."
After three days, I was sweating all over my body during the rehearsal. It was sticky and miserable.
If she didn't take a bath, she felt as if she was coming out of the garbage.
Huo Wenhua was embarrassed to ask her when he saw that she was badly hurt. He had to wait.
Zhenzi quickly helped her to adjust the water in the bathroom, and according to her requirements, soaked in the relevant bath materials.
Yang Zimei lay in the bathtub, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while. When he felt comfortable, he gave himself a good wash.
Put on the clean clothes, dry the hair, Yang Zi Mei fang walked out with a feint step.
Zhen Zi hurried forward to give her a massage.
Huo Wenhua waited patiently for her to speak, praying secretly that she could find her brother.
Yang Zimei took a sip of tea, and Fang said to Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, just now I helped your brother deduce. His life was extremely rough. First, he was sold to Southeast Asia by human traffickers to work as a laborer. After about ten years, he escaped again. All the time, he returned to China and lived a dark life. He should be a miner."
Hearing about his brother's experience, Huo Wenhua was in a terrible mood.
All blame him for being mean and selfish at that time. He transferred his resentment to his own brother, but he trusted himself so much.
He called his brother cute again.
How can I throw out such a small child with such ruthlessness on that day?
"You don't have to blame yourself too much. Every one has his own destiny. You have been troubled by his conscience all these years."
Yang Zimei saw his face change, and comforted him.
"Master Yang, what about my brother now? Where is he? Is it life or death? "
Huo Wenhua asked anxiously.
"At the head of the body, the wandering soul is restless, wandering, unable to settle down."
Yang Zimei took out the map and pointed to the vicinity of Huangcun. "This is where he died."
"Right here?"
Huo Wenhua looked at the map carefully. "It's not far from a city."
"Well, I know this place. This is the Huangcun village where my mother lives. I have been there once before."
Yang Zimei suddenly thought of the ghost without body, and then thought of the fate of Huo Wenhua's younger brother's head in a strange place just now.
Is that the ghost is Huo Wenhua's younger brother?
If so, it would be much easier. For her, it would be killing two birds with one stone.
She also promised the ghost to help him find his body.
"But master Yang, the scope of this place is not small. Even if I know my brother died here, how can we find out where he was buried?"
Huo Wenhua asked anxiously.
"I need to go there in person. I can feel it. You don't have to worry about it."
Yang Zimei comforted him.
"That's good, that's good. I believe your ability is different from ordinary people."
Huo Wenhua quickly asked, "I don't know how many days master Yang needs to rest before he can help me to find my brother's body there?"
"Two days."
To be honest, Yang Zimei's psychology is a little resistant to going to Huangcun.
I really don't want to see those people's faces again.
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