MTL - Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits-Chapter 207 Haunted Veterinary Home

I looked at Zhuxuan in amazement, but Zhuxuan just beckoned and beckoned to me with a smile, and said, "Let's go. Bayi Chinese? Network ?? W ≠ W = W≥. ≠ 8≈1≤Ｚ≈W≤ . ≠ COM "

"How do you know that I would get up so early today?" I asked, following in his footsteps.

"So, I'm Bai Ze." Zhu Xuan replied in the same words, walking forward with a smile.

"Where are we going? Is the veterinarian you said far away from here?" I asked.

"It's not very far, it's very close. It's just a ten-minute walk."

Sure enough, as Zhu Xuan said, walking out of the school and walking around the foot of the mountain, I soon saw a lonely pet hospital. There are no neon lights or eye-catching signs. It looks quite deserted, presumably if Zhuxuan was not very anxious at that time, he would not choose such a cold shop.

"Speaking of it, how about it?" I looked around and saw the golden retriever beside Zhu Xuan.

"Oh, he. He wanted to bring it with him, but he can't fully adapt to his new body yet. So let him rest in the old house."

I widened my eyes, "Have you put your uncle at Wen Jiubai?"

"Yeah. Is there anything wrong?" Zhu Xuan asked.

Actually asked what was wrong ... Should I say that Zhu Xuan is big-hearted or that he is too guts? Regarding the relationship between Wen Jiubai and him, he even dared to put his puppet in an old house, and he was not afraid that Wen Jiubai would stew him into a dog broth when he emerged.

"Relax, he didn't dare to do that." Zhu Xuan seemed to see through my thoughts and patted me on the shoulder. "Let's go and visit the old veterinarian."

We walked into the deserted shop, the door was closed, but Zhuxuan pushed it open with a push, and it seemed to be unlocked.

"Mr. Yang, are you there?" Zhu Xuan shouted as he entered.

It didn't take long for an old gentleman who seemed to be in his fifties to come out of the room. When he saw Zhuxuan, he smiled.

"You guys, it's you. Come in and sit in. Come in." Then the old man saw me. "Is this your friend? Come in, too!"

"Yes, this is my friend." Zhu Xuan said unhurriedly, "also the evangelist I invited for you."

what? Wait, what is Zhu Xuan talking about?

The old gentleman also showed a clear expression of disbelief and said skeptically, "He? Looks like a college student, how can he be a evangelist?"

As soon as I wanted to refute, Zhu Xuan opened up.

"Mr. Yang, don't look at me like this friend, but have been practicing for hundreds of years." Zhu Xuan said seriously, "otherwise, how could he keep such a young face?"

"Really, really?" Mr. Lao looked excitedly at Zhu Xuan.

Zhuxuan deserved it, "Of course."

I also wanted to refute, but I didn't want to, the old gentleman even knelt down as soon as he slammed at me.

"Living immortal is coming, our old couple finally waited until this day!" The old man's head rustled on the ground, scaring me to help him quickly.

But before I said anything, the old man grabbed my arm again excitedly.

"Living fairy, you finally came, you must save me and my wife, save our family!"

I was overwhelmed and looked at Zhuxuan at a loss, but this guy from Zhuxuan not only didn't help me, but stood beside him and smiled.

I had to harden my scalp and pose, "Old sir, hurry up. Well, since I am here, I will certainly be able to help you. But the premise is that you have to make haunted situations one hundred and fifty Just tell me. "

"Rest assured, Mr. Yang, the person I have brought here to be a qualified person will certainly not disappoint you."

Zhu Xuan was still talking nonsense, I gave him a stern glance. In desperation, I can only follow the words of Zhu Xuan.

Presumably it was Zhu Xuan who promised to bring Wen Jiubai to the elderly, but Wen Jiubai had to come up with something that could not come to him.

"Old gentleman, please sit down first. Sit down and talk." I helped the old gentleman sit down and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and sighed.

"You're here, my wife is saved. It's heavenly."

Zhu Xuan frowned, and acutely heard something wrong. "Brother? She was fine when I last visited. Is there something wrong this time?"

The old man immediately sighed, shook his head sadly and said, "Since you left, my wife is ill."

"Sick, what's going on?" I asked.

"The night after you left, our old couple made some simple meals and served them as usual. They talked and ate. The old lady had a delicious meal a second ago, and she was talking in a chat. Within a second, strange things appeared. My wife suddenly twitched, spit out all the food in her mouth, and then fell to the ground constantly retching and twitching. I was frightened at the time, and helped her quickly, She suddenly had a high fever, was unconscious, and lost consciousness. "

"Did you not see a doctor at the time?" I asked.

The old man frowned and said, "Oh, what doctor to look for. We all know that this is not sick at all, but that there is a horrible ghost. What a doctor can see about this horrible thing."

"But ..." I wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Zhu Xuan's eyes.

"But that's what I said. I still fed the old lady with a little antipyretic medicine. Of course, not only did it have no effect, she also continuously retched, she just spit out all the pills." The old man shook his head with a sigh. It's been two days since my wife burned it, and it hasn't dripped! "

Zhu Xuan immediately stood up and asked, "Where is my mother now?"

The old man was taken aback by Zhu Xuan's sudden movement, "Just, lying in the side room."

"Take us to see."

We followed the old gentleman to the partial room, and sure enough, there was a wrinkled old woman lying on the bed. She was flushed and had trouble breathing. Even my layman could see at a glance that she was having a high fever.

A person with such a high fever is already very dangerous. According to the old gentleman, she has not eaten or drank the high fever for two days.

It would be nice if Wen Jiubai came. He knows medicine and can certainly save the old woman. I was thinking just now, and Zhu Xuan behind was loud.

"Let me see, let me see."

The old gentleman and I made way for Zhu Xuan. I saw Zhu Xuan's solemn complexion, holding up the old woman's wrist, placing her three fingers on her pulse, and pulsating for her.

Yeah, Zhuxuan is Bai Ze. In ancient Chinese legend, Bai Ze has always been in charge of all herbs, and is proficient in everything, let alone medicine.

"The pulse is fairly steady, but the high fever does not return for no reason, I am afraid it is indeed related to the unclean things in this room." After a while, Zhu Xuan turned around and told us, "So this high fever is a fake fever, It doesn't hurt her life. "

After listening to this sentence, the old gentleman breathed a sigh of relief. But this tone hadn't stopped, Zhu Xuan went on talking.

"But if she goes on like this, it will not be her high fever temperature that will destroy her, but she will not drip. She will soon die from thirst and hunger."

"What?" The old man was frightened, suddenly looked at me, and suddenly prayed with a snot and a tear, "Master, please, find a way to save my wife! I have lost me The only son, I can't lose my wife anymore, Master! "

As the old man said, I was embarrassed to remember that I had just been positioned as a master by Zhu Xuan. Now the poor old man has cast all his expectations on me.

"Uh, yeah ... I said just now, I can definitely help you. As for Madam's condition, this ..." I stammered, and hurried to Zhuxuan for help.

"The master might as well put a few spells of exorcism in the room to calm down the yin," Zhu Xuan said.

Good Zhuxuan! I knew you would never abandon me!

I was relieved and said with certainty, "Yes, then put the town demon spell in this bedroom first. Maybe it will improve your wife's situation."

"Okay, this is okay!" Said the old man busy, "I'll get you some ink and ink!"

The old man turned around and went to the back room to fetch ink and paper. As a result, I panicked again, and hurriedly called Zhu Xuan.

"Hey, Zhuxuan! How do you write this spell? Zhuxuan!"

After a few calls, Zhu Xuan didn't agree. When I saw it, he was squatting at the corner, frowning and studying something.

I was more anxious, "Zhu Xuan! What are you doing? Come and help me!"

But Zhuxuan ignored my question and said in his mouth, "Strange ... this is really strange."

I had to suppress my anxiety and asked, "What's strange? Isn't it just a corner, what's so strange?"

"No. Gu Yu, come and see." Zhu Xuan leaned slightly over her body and pointed to a wet stain in the corner and said to me, "Look here, there is a large wet stain in the corner."

"What's weird about water stains?" I was even more impatient. "This house is so old and in disrepair, isn't it normal for rain to leak?"

"I know. But the problem is here." Zhu Xuan frowned. "Yancheng hasn't rained for at least half a month recently. Where did this water stain come from?"

I was baffled, and as soon as I was about to speak, the old gentleman's voice came over.

"Master, master. I brought you something, pen, ink, paper, all here. Write yours!"

The old gentleman held a tray in his hands, looked at me with anticipation, and put things in front of me.

"Uh ..." I screamed in my hands and whispered, "Zhuxuan, Zhuxuan!"

But Zhuxuan didn't bother me at all, as if still immersed in the doubt of the water stain on the corner.