Chapter 80 The last curse

"Tang Yan, are you okay?" Yin Hui helped Tang Yan up, then put his ear to her chest and listened.

Well, there is still a heartbeat.

Yin Hui smiled happily.

"Just...just now...what happened? Cough cough, cough cough." Tang Yan coughed twice violently, and then looked at Yin Hui in shock.

"What about the female ghost?"

Yin Hui snapped his fingers: "It's done!"

"Oh?" Tang Yan opened her mouth in disbelief, and then happily fell into his arms. She sobbed happily: "So, I can still eat your cooking in the future?"

Yin Hui laughed dumbly and scratched the nose of the beauty in his arms: "You know how to eat."

Back in the hall, everyone was sitting on the ground with their arms and legs spread out. The physical exertion just now was really too great, especially for Yin Hui. After putting on the Demon-Sealing Gloves, although his combat effectiveness soared as if a plug-in was turned on, the physical exertion was still there.

It has also reached dozens of times the normal level. If he were not in good physical condition, he would have gone into shock long ago.

Take off the magic-sealing gloves and put them in your pocket. Of course, this is done in the blind spot of other people's perspective. Taoist magic weapons have extraordinary abilities and can easily be used by people with ulterior motives, even those closest to you.

Changzhuang Funeral Home is newly opened, and there are not many employees inside. Moreover, as a superstitious person, Zhuo Kai will not stay here all day and night. There are only four of them in the entire hall. There is also a security guard working part-time at the front desk.

The receptionist was having a tryst with Duke Zhou outside and had no idea what was happening inside.

"Hey, would you like to go to the amusement park next week?" Shen Feifei tugged on Yin Hui's ear.

"Well, that's a good idea." Yin Hui had no idea what to do with this little lolita.

"Really?" Tang Yan's eyes lit up.

"Haha, what do you want to play, or play it from beginning to end?" Yin Hui smiled slightly.

"Okay, okay!" Shen Feifei clapped her hands repeatedly, but she got a look from Yin Hui: "You are so excited, I didn't say I would take you, at most I would take you to the zoo to keep company with the big bear!

"

"Hmph, disgusting!" Shen Feifei pouted.

"Hmph, disgusting!" Yin Hui imitated her and said with a pinched voice. This made Lao Zhaotou and Tang Yan laugh repeatedly.

But at this moment, Lao Zhaotou's expression suddenly changed, his eyes widened, and he looked at Yin Hui in disbelief.

"What's wrong, master?" Yin Hui was extremely puzzled when she saw her master making such an expression.

"No, it's another breath. It appeared at the scene of the car accident, but it's different from Zhang Xiuting..." Old Zhaotou muttered to himself. At the end, his whole body was shaken and he stood up violently.

At the same time, his aging body jumped up, unusually strong, and finally pounced on Yin Hui.

There was a loud noise and both of them fell to the ground at the same time.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Yin Hui struggled to stand up and helped Lao Zhaotou up.

But before he could stand up, the joints all over Old Zhao's head crackled. Yin Hui's expression changed. Wherever his right hand touched, a red font of '7' was printed on his master's head.

on the back.

"How is that possible?"

Yin Hui cried out in surprise, looked up, and found a child lying upside down above his head, grinning and making a face at him.

The head is three times larger than the body, with sparse yellow hair, a rabbit-like three-petal mouth raised high, and a pair of blood-red eyes playing with it in his hand.

Indeed, this is the real grimace.

The anger turned Yin Hui's entire face into a ferocious distortion. He stretched out his right hand crazily. Suddenly, countless flaming flocs wrapped around the entire demon-sealing glove. Then he stood up and stood up, where the ghost child wanted to

Before jumping away, he quickly grabbed its legs and pulled it down hard. Then he struck with all its strength from the demon-sealing gloves, and a desolate roar came from the corridor. Countless spider web-like cracks appeared on the ghost child's body.

Until it falls apart and turns into pieces.

Yin Hui knew that its soul was gone, and it would never be reincarnated!

He knows this ghost kid, he must be the thing in Zhang Xiuting's belly, right?

It's all my fault that I neglected this point despite countless calculations.

Yin Hui smacked her forehead in remorse, then half ran, half fell and rolled to the side of Lao Zhaotou.

Only then did he realize Old Zhaotou's intention. If Old Zhaotou hadn't pushed him away, then the word '7' would have sent him to hell.

Just like the ghost child who was solved by himself, he will never be reincarnated.

Taking off his gloves, Yin Hui helped Lao Zhaotou up helplessly. He saw blood-red foam pouring out of the gray-haired old man's mouth, but the expression on his face did not show any pain. On the contrary, there was a hint of smile.

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"Master, don't die. I'll take you to the hospital. I know you were just joking with me and spitting out some tomato juice..." After that, he knelt down and tried to carry Lao Zhaotou on his back.

"Haha, boy, master knows better than you. This curse is about to be triggered. It's too late..." Old Zhaotou's intermittent voice came from his ears, but Yin Hui could not care about this. There was endless sorrow in his voice: "Master

, stop talking, don’t open your mouth, and rest peacefully." Yin Hui's heart began to bleed.

Tang Yan and Shen Feifei also rushed forward one by one.

"Why are you still standing there? Call 110 or 120, otherwise, go find that man-in-law!" Yin Hui couldn't care less and roared angrily at the frightened two people.

They knew that Yin Hui's spirit had completely collapsed and that at this moment, his mind was not clear.

Yin Hui gritted her teeth and mobilized the strength in her body, trying to lift Lao Zhao's head back up, but by using the Demon-Sealing Gloves twice in succession, all the strength in her body had been drained, so how could she still gain strength?

Tears fell from his eyes, and snot fell from his nose, but his body still didn't respond at all...

The rain is pouring down in this autumn full of sadness.

Old Zhaotou was sent to the city hospital by Ouyang Xue in a police car. When he saw Ouyang Xue, the director, without saying a word, allocated the best special care ward and a group of old-fashioned professional doctors.

But Yin Hui didn't care so much. At this moment, he was guarding the hospital bed with his heart filled with sadness, holding Old Zhao's hand like withered tree bark tightly with both hands, his voice choked with sobs, and it was obvious that he could no longer control himself.

At this time, the dying old man opened his eyes slightly and seemed to have some life again. His attachment to his apprentice made him reluctant to leave this world and return to his former glory.

"Boy, why are you crying?" I heard a vague sound coming from Lao Zhaotou's throat. Of course, his voice was trembling and the tone was very soft. Only Yin Hui who was nearby could hear it clearly. He saw Lao Zhaotou smiling at him.

He said softly: "In ancient times, it was a happy event when a person passed sixty, and it was only for those who were happy."

"But" Yin Hui shook his head in pain and said, "You are not yet sixty, there is still one day left!"

"Idiot, how can there be no regrets in life!" Zhao Deshui turned his head with difficulty. His vision was blurry and he couldn't see who else was behind Yin Hui. He could only ask: "Tang Yan, Xiao Feifei, are you all okay?

Bar?"

"Yes." Tang Yan stepped forward and held Lao Zhaotou's hand tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks: "We are all fine."

"That's great." Old Zhaotou nodded happily.

He no longer had the strength to speak, but refused to die. He just lay there quietly, looking at her husband with dull eyes.

Cultivation of the Tao, as long as you have not cultivated the Tao, you will still be a human being.

The electrocardiogram has become a straight horizontal line and emits a long, harsh sound.

But this old man had a strength that came from nowhere. He persisted in not dying until late at night, still holding Yin Hui's hand tightly and not letting go.

Yin Hui originally cherished these last moments, but when she saw that her master was clearly holding on, breathing in but not breathing out, and obviously in great pain, she couldn't help but feel distressed. Thinking that he had any unresolved regrets, she asked softly

Said: "Do you still want to see your relatives?"

Old Zhaotou did not dare to speak because he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would lose his temper. When he saw the King of Hell, he stared directly at Yin Hui.

Yin Hui knew it was not the case and asked again: "Is that Tang Yan?"

Old Zhaotou still didn't blink, so Yin Hui said: "That's... Shen Feifei?"

Old Zhaotou still didn't blink, obviously not yet.

Yin Hui thought for a long time and said: "Is it Director Zhou?"

But still got a negative answer.

Yin Hui couldn't guess now, but she was more sure that the master had some unfulfilled wish, so she had to ask: "What else is on your mind?"

Old Zhaotou finally spoke, his voice so weak that Yin Hui had to lean close to his ear to hear: "What, time?"

"What time?" Yin Hui looked around the room, but couldn't find any timekeeping instrument. His mobile phone was out of battery, and no one in the room was in the habit of wearing a watch. Usually, there was nothing, but now he had to check the time, but he suddenly grabbed it.
Chapter completed!