I saw a sick beauty lying on the hospital bed with her eyes tightly closed.

Her little face was pale and bloodless...but her breathing was extremely even. Apart from her pale and sickly little face, there was nothing else.

I saw that the expression on Zhong Tiandao's face became increasingly ugly.

Li Bujiu, who was standing next to him, suddenly said: "How's it going? Mr. Zhong, do you think Miss Youruo's illness is related to dirty things rather than a purely physiological illness?"

Zhong Tiandao next to him seemed not to have heard anything, but looked closely at Youruo who was lying on the hospital bed in front of him with an ugly face...

Nalan Mengxiong on the side also had anxious eyes... waiting for this little old man to speak!

Zhong Tiandao suddenly asked: "Li Bujiu, you haven't given her any medicine in these years, have you?"

Li Bujiu shook his head: "No."

"That's right!" Zhong Tiandao suddenly sighed.

Of course Nalan Mengxiong behind him didn't know what was going on.

He asked, "What's going on? Little old man, can you see my daughter's illness?" Nalan Mengxiong couldn't help but ask anxiously.

Zhong Tiandao ignored him.

Suddenly, he slowly took out a wooden box from a cloth bag that Chong was carrying.

The square wooden box looked as if it had been there for hundreds of years... it was old, and all the original vermilion paint on it had fallen off, but there was a bright little gold lock on the square wooden box.

After Zhong Tiandao took it out, he slowly took out a small, shiny gold lock from his pocket.

Then I saw him opening the small square wooden box.

After the wooden box was opened, Nalan Mengxiong behind him not only stepped over first... his big bright eyes opened, and he aimed hard for a few seconds.

Li Bujiu, the man next to him, was also looking with his eyes wide open.

As Zhong Tiandao's old hands slowly opened the wooden box...

I saw two or three gold needles inside.

"Old boy? What is this?" Nalan Mengxiong behind him suddenly opened his mouth and asked.

Li Bujiu next to him also looked at the three gold needles in the old wooden box in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Zhong Tiandao glanced at You Ruo lying on the bed with deep meaning...

He said slowly: "This is the soul needle!"

"Soul needle? What soul needle?" Nalan Mengxiong asked, of course not understanding.

Zhong Tiandao did not try to explain to him... knowing that even explaining to him would be useless, he simply ignored him!

Li Bujiu over there was quite calm and didn't say anything.

I saw Zhong Tiandao slowly bending down... Holding the first so-called soul needle in his hand, he pierced the white forehead of Nalan Youruo, who was lying quietly on the bed...

This moment made Nalan Mengxiong anxious!

He suddenly stretched out his big hand, grabbed Zhong Tiandao's arm, and pulled him back hard. At the same time, he shouted: "Little old man, what are you doing?" He let out an angry roar.

I saw an unprepared Zhong Tiandao being pulled so hard by Nalan Mengxiong, his body was violently pulled back, and his butt fell to the ground...

This made Li Bujiu's expression turn ugly.

"commander……"

At this moment, Zhong Tiandao was sitting on the ground, neither moving nor talking... After a long while, he suddenly burst into laughter.

This made Li Bujiu and Nalan Mengxiong on the side stunned for a moment!

What's wrong with this guy?

Nalan Mengxiong pointed his finger at Zhong Tiandao and said sternly: "What did you want to do just now?"

Zhong Tiandao ignored him, sat on the ground and sighed... then slowly raised his eyes to look at Nalan Mengxiong: "Hey... I wonder how a rough guy like you became a wild man.

Commander of the military region? I really can’t figure it out!" Zhong Tiandao said while still sitting on the ground, looking like he had no intention of getting up.

After hearing what he said, Nalan Mengxiong's face suddenly turned red with anger.

"What did you just say?" The angry Nalan Mengxiong pointed at Zhong Tiandao on the ground and yelled, as if if Zhong Tiandao said something wrong, he would immediately pick him up and throw him down from the second floor.

Zhong Tiandao was not afraid of him either, he said: "I said you have the temper of a donkey!"

When Nalan Mengxiong heard Zhong Tiandao scolding him, he bared his teeth angrily and reached out to catch him.

"You dare to scold me?" He kept roaring at the same time.

Li Bujiu next to him saw that these two people seemed to be about to start a fight, and he felt depressed... Why do these two people have such tempers?

He quickly persuaded: "Commander, Mr. Zhong... we have to do business! Stop arguing!"

After hearing what Li Bujiu said, Nalan Mengxiong reacted, took back his hand, and snorted coldly: "I don't care about you!"

After saying that, she ignored him.

Mr. Zhong was sitting on the ground, feeling funny to himself. He smiled bitterly and said, "I really want to do it, but I'm so strong that I won't let me do it. What can I do?"

Nalan Mengxiong knew that this little old man was scolding him, but what was helpless was that now that he was begging for help, he had no choice but to hold his breath and say: "Nonsense, I just can't understand that you don't even have any disease."

I didn’t say anything to save her... My precious daughter has been lying in bed for fifteen years. What should I do if something goes wrong again?"

Hearing what Nalan Mengxiong said, Zhong Tiandao sneered.

"What disease do you want to know?" Daodao said, looking up at Nalan Mengxiong.

Nalan Mengxiong raised his voice and said, "Nonsense, of course I want to know!"

Li Bujiu on the side was also looking at Mr. Zhong in front of him without blinking.

Zhong Tiandao sneered and said, "Since you want to know, I'll tell you that your daughter is not sick!"

"It's not a disease?" Nalan Mengxiong suddenly asked in surprise.

Li Bujiu next to him had a look of joy on his face, because for so many years, he had always suspected that what Miss Youruo was suffering from was not a disease at all... But he knew that even if he said it, this person with a fiery temper would

Nalan Mengxiong would also think he was talking nonsense.

I just heard Nalan Mengxiong say: "If it's not a disease, what could it be? Is it still the ghost you mentioned?"

Zhong Tiandao, who was sitting on the cold ground beside him, slowly shook his head.

"It's not a ghost either..."

"What is that?" Nalan Mengxiong and Li Bujiu beside him not only turned to look at him.

I heard Zhong Tiandao's eyes condensed and became deep. After a while, he slowly said: "She has been cursed!"

"Curse?"

"Curse?" Nalan Mengxiong and Li Bujiu couldn't help asking at the same time after hearing the words.

Zhong Tiandao shook his head slowly.
Chapter completed!