Zhuge Mingzhu was heartbroken to see her grandpa, who was originally very angry, turned into this, grabbed his hand and shouted.
Grandpa Zhuge ignored his call, as if he had entered a state of selflessness.
Seeing his appearance, Yang Zimei felt something was wrong. Worried that he was in a state of obsession, she took out the silver needle and sealed his Tian Tan point.
Grandpa Zhuge's acupuncture points were sealed, and he was unconscious, lying on the table and fell asleep.
Zhuge Mingzhu was shocked and asked Yang Zimei sharply, "What did you do to my grandfather?"
"I just sealed his acupuncture points. Uncle Zhuge, don't worry."
As Yang Zimei spoke, he fed Grandpa Zhuge his vitality.
At this time, Grandpa Zhuge's body seemed to have been drained of vitality. No wonder he was aging so fast.
Yang Zimei's vitality was smoothly injected into him, replenishing the various deficiencies in his body's vitality, and then helping him relieve his acupoints and wake him up.
He opened his eyes and looked at Yang Zimei a little confused, then at Zhuge Mingzhu.
"Grandpa, how are you?"
Zhuge Mingzhu asked anxiously.
"Where is my Yao? I will continue to calculate for her."
Grandpa Zhuge looked at the empty table and asked hurriedly.
"Grandpa, don't forget it, you have gone crazy."
Zhuge Mingzhu regretted it so much that his intestines turned green, "She is not an ordinary person. Her numerology is strange and cannot be calculated by us mortals."
When Zhuge Mingzhu saw Yang Zimei injecting vitality into her grandfather just now, he understood that she was definitely not an ordinary person.
Ordinary people, no matter how talented they are, cannot break the Zhuge family's cultivation at such a young age and inject vitality into their grandfather's body, so that his original vitality can return to normal.
How can one calculate the numerology of such a person?
Grandpa Zhuge made up his mind, looked at Yang Zimei carefully for a while, and nodded, "That's right. You are a heaven-defying existence, and you cannot deduce numerology."
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly and said nothing.
"Very good!"
Zhuge Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his grandfather had finally given up on deducing numerology for Yang Zimei.
Grandpa Zhuge stood up and happened to see Yang Zimei's mahogany plaque accidentally exposed on his neck. He was slightly surprised and took out a mahogany plaque from his body.
Seeing another peach wood sign, Yang Zimei was overjoyed and couldn't wait to ask, "Grandpa, can you give me this peach wood sign?"
"Show me yours first."
Grandpa Zhuge looked at her and said.
Yang Zimei took off the peach wood tablet from his neck and handed it to Grandpa Zhuge to see.
Grandpa Zhuge looked at it carefully, then turned around and opened a drawer and took out a book with a slightly worn cover.
Yang Zimei was slightly surprised when he saw this book.
This looks exactly like the book with no words and only pictures that I borrowed from Song Xuan, except that this book looks a little more dilapidated.
Grandpa Zhuge opened the pages of the book, and the illustrations inside were exactly the same, both of which were the patterns on the peach wood tablets.
"Grandpa, I have seen this book, but it was stolen later."
Yang Zimei took the book over and turned to the last page. Sure enough, there was still a picture of a man who looked very similar to Long Zhutian, wearing ancient clothes and wearing a mirror around his waist.
At the very end is the map that contains the ancient tomb.
However, the age of reading this book seems to be older than that of Song Xuan.