Mu Lingbo rolled his eyes again and put away his golden needles, "Prick a few needles and your legs that have been unable to move for twenty years will immediately regain consciousness. I want to tell you this, do you believe it? I am not a wizard who cheats money.
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After cleaning up, she held Mu Xiaobao's hand and said, "Let's go, Xiaobao."
Mu Xiaobao consciously continued to hold the bag of trophies he had brought, "Then let's come back tomorrow. Uncle Xiahou remember to prepare delicious food."
Mrs. Xiahou looked at the mother and son who were about to leave, sighed quietly, and said to Xiahouyan, "Let me rest for a while, and you can get out too."
After walking out of the house, Xia Houyan said to Mu Lingbo sadly, "My mother has a bit of a weird temper."
"Similar to you."
Mu Xiaobao also helped, "Grandma is obviously very good."
Xia Houyan thought to himself that it was not because of that misunderstanding.
Fortunately, the matter has been suppressed now. The big devil has a weird temper and always goes his own way.
When Xia Houyan sent Mu Lingbo and his son out of Xiahou Mansion, the sky was already completely dark.
The night was thick and cloudy, and the moon and stars were gone.
The streets in front of Xiahou Mansion were deserted. The biting cold wind of early winter was whistling by, and the lanterns in their hands flickered and went out.
"You also said that you can't feel anything after a few injections, and you also said that only three injections are enough."
Mu Lingbo glanced around and replied casually, "Isn't there still medicine? I've already written out the prescription and given it to you."
"Just take medicine?"
"No, it's just that I will only stay here for three days. I guess three times is about the same. At most, it will take longer to take the medicine."
Xia Houyan asked anxiously, "Actually, you're not in such a hurry to leave, are you?"
Mu Lingbo raised his eyes, not even a ghost could be seen in the deserted street, "Three times is enough. Anyway, your mother has been waiting for twenty years and doesn't care about this moment."
"I still feel..."
Mu Lingbo suddenly stood still and felt a pressure around his body.
Xia Houyan was quiet for a moment, and felt that something was a little strange around him.
The winter wind blew gently with a hint of coolness, and the silence seemed to be enveloped by a mysterious power.
The candlelight in the lantern is like a flickering will-o'-the-wisp.
Suddenly, the candle was blown out.
"If you're a human or a ghost, please show yourself. As long as you're not ugly to a certain extent, it's hard to scare me." A clear and cold female voice echoed on the street.
Xia Houyan smiled and picked up his white jade folding fan inlaid with gold, "I've never seen a ghost, but I'd really like to see one."
Mu Xiaobao whispered, "Uncle Xiahou, do you really believe there are ghosts in this world?"
Xia Houyan pointed his finger and said, "Xiaobao, this is not the point."
Mu Xiaobao continued as if he was not worried at all, "Xiaobao has heard a lot of ghost stories, but he has never seen a ghost, so he never believed it. My mother is right, we should still believe in science."
At the deep end of the street, the darkness is like thick ink that cannot be melted.
Suddenly, a vague outline appeared, still floating in the night wind.
The pressure seemed to come from that point, almost rushing through the entire street.
The broad-sleeved robe resembled a dancing butterfly in the dark night, and the tall and tall figure gradually emerged in the night.
At the moment when they faced each other from a distance, there was a "pop" sound, and the extinguished lantern in Xia Houyan's hand fell down.
