Shen Binglan stretched out her jade hand and pressed her temples. She seemed to be dizzy.
"Binglan, how do you feel?" Chen Xuan quickly walked to the bed, and together with Zhang Zhicheng and Xiangdiemi, they all showed concern.
Shen Binglan asked a little confused: "I, what's wrong with me?"
"You were harmed by the evil magic of Mrs. Feng's little devil and you passed out, but the little devil was already killed by me." Chen Xuan explained patiently.
Hearing what Chen Xuan said, not only Shen Binglan, but also Zhang Zhicheng and Xiang Diemi also had expressions of surprise.
"It turns out that Mrs. Feng actually raised a kid! No wonder I couldn't see who Mrs. Feng was talking to at that time." Xiangdiemi was a little scared when she thought about it.
Her skills can deal with martial arts masters, but she is helpless when facing evil things like ghosts.
Shen Binglan's reaction seemed to have slowed down a bit, and she didn't quite understand what Chen Xuan said.
And when facing a few of her closest people, she still had a cold look on her face, just like when Chen Xuan saw the Bingshan CEO for the first time.
"Could it be that his soul was damaged?" Chen Xuan couldn't help but frowned.
Shen Binglan obviously did not fully recover.
And there may be some side effects in the future.
Therefore, this matter is not completely resolved.
Chen Xuan asked in a calm tone: "Binglan, are you feeling dizzy, your reactions slowed down, and you don't want to talk to others?"
"Yes." Shen Binglan only answered one word this time.
And it doesn't sound emotional.
Zhang Zhicheng held Shen Binglan's hand and said worriedly: "Cousin, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Shen Binglan seemed to be resisting, and pulled her hand out of Zhang Zhicheng's palm.
"I want to take a rest and go back to work tomorrow."
Now Zhang Zhicheng was even more worried.
Her cousin had always been the closest to her, but now she seemed to have no feelings for her.
Chen Xuan frowned slightly. He finally confirmed that Shen Binglan's indifference was indeed due to damage to his soul.
In order to completely restore Shen Binglan's soul, it seems that the only way to start is from the legendary ghost grandma.
However, Mrs. Feng did not tell the whereabouts of the ghost grandmother, so Chen Xuan could only find out on his own.
"Binglan, take a good rest." Chen Xuan comforted her gently, then looked at Xiangdiemi, "Mi'er, please protect Binglan. I may go out to investigate in the past few days to find the imp master who harmed Binglan.
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"Then be careful."
That night, Chen Xuan, Zhang Zhicheng, and Xiang Diemi stayed vigil in the ward together.
The next morning, Shen Binglan insisted on going to the company, so Chen Xuan could only ask Xiang Diemi to send her there.
"Zhi Cheng, you worked hard last night. Go back and have a rest. I'll go to Luyun Temple." Chen Xuan looked at the dark circles under Zhang Zhi Cheng's eyes and couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.
Zhang Zhicheng said in surprise: "What are you doing at Luyun Temple?"
"Master Du'e of Luyun Temple may know about the cultivator who raises imps, so I went to him to find out the news." Chen Xuan answered truthfully.
Zhang Zhicheng pondered for a moment and said, "Then I'll go with you and pray for my cousin."
"good."
Chen Xuan agreed and took Zhang Zhicheng to Luyun Mountain.
On the way, Chen Xuan also called Master Yun and asked him if he knew about Grandma Ghost.
Master Yun said that he had heard of Grandma Ghost, but he had no idea about her details or where she lived.
Chen Xuan can only place his hope on Master Du'e.
The two soon arrived at Luyun Temple on the top of Luyun Mountain.
This temple is very lively all year round, with an endless stream of people coming to burn incense and worship Buddha.
After Chen Xuan and Zhang Zhicheng entered the temple gate, a monk greeting pilgrims recognized Chen Xuan and came to greet them.
"Almsgiver Chen, you are here. Do you have anything important to do?" The monk was smart and knew that a big man like Chen Xuan would not go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything.
Chen Xuan didn't waste any time and said directly: "Go and invite Master Du'e to come out."
"Okay, please wait a moment, Master Chen." The monk turned around and immediately went to the Jingyuan in the back mountain.
While waiting, Zhang Zhicheng first went to pray for Shen Binglan, and then returned it to Shen Binglan, and Chen Xuan asked for two signed poems.
After asking for the signed poem, Chen Xuan accompanied Zhang Zhicheng to interpret the signed poem.
Seeing Zhang Zhicheng's unhappy look, Chen Xuan knew that the signed poem she was asking for was definitely not good.
"Zhicheng, what kind of sign did you ask for?" Chen Xuan asked, holding Zhang Zhicheng's waist.
Zhang Zhicheng said with worry in her beautiful eyes: "My cousin's lottery is a winning lottery, but yours is a low lottery."
"Another lottery?" Chen Xuan was slightly surprised, and then smiled, "Don't worry, I asked for a lottery last time, so no bad luck happened, right?"
"But this kind of thing is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. I don't want you to encounter any danger." Zhang Zhicheng looked at Chen Xuan's face with beautiful eyes.
Chen Xuan said calmly: "Then let's ask the master to interpret the signature."
Zhang Zhicheng nodded, and Chen Xuan came to the table of the sign interpreter.
When the sign-reading master saw Chen Xuan, he was immediately frightened, as if he had seen a ghost. He opened his mouth and hesitated to speak.
"Master, are you trying to say why I'm not dead, right?" A playful smile appeared on Chen Xuan's lips.
The interpreter forced a smile and said: "Sir, if you survived the catastrophe, you will be blessed. No matter what you do in the future, you will have smooth sailing and good luck!"
"Master is really good at talking, but this time I'm asking for another signed poem. Please show it." Chen Xuan asked Zhang Zhicheng to put both signed poems on the table.
The interpreter was stunned immediately.
The last time he read the sign for Chen Xuan, he predicted that Chen Xuan would have a bad omen within a month, so Chen Xuan must not go to the southeast of the provincial capital.
This fortune-telling master has always had a very good reputation in Luyun Temple. Everyone who comes to ask for fortune-telling praises the master for his excellent fortune-telling skills.
The interpreter was also very confident in his ability and felt that it was impossible to interpret Chen Xuan's autograph poem incorrectly at that time.
In other words, Chen Xuan will definitely die.
But Chen Xuan is standing here perfectly, how can he not be surprised?
In fact, Chen Xuan did encounter a bloody disaster within a month, but the interpreter told him in the wrong direction.
Chen Xuan's bloody disaster was to go to the southwest border of Yundong Province and wipe out the mercenary army.
At that time, Chen Xuan met the ace mercenary of Gabriel Company, the second-level superpower Prosis, and had a great battle.
It can indeed be called one of the most dangerous battles Chen Xuan encountered.
However, the interpreter did not realize that Chen Xuan was an extraordinary person, protected by supreme immortal energy, able to survive the terrifying thunderstorm.
Now that I saw Chen Xuan asking for another lottery, the interpreter was a little hesitant and didn't want to do it anymore, because it would be a bit of a loss to his own brand.
"Why, master, do you think my signed poem this time is also difficult to decipher?" Chen Xuan asked lightly.
