At night, Zuo Mang's condition finally improved a little, but he was so tired that he couldn't say a word. He simply ate something and fell asleep.

The guard whispered to Lin Shuang: "Master Lin, should we bring dinner to that scholar?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of evening wind blew.

The two of them shuddered at the same time.

Lin Shuang swallowed, forced himself to calm down, and said: "What are you going to give me?! Can you starve to death if you skip one meal?! It's better if you really starve to death!!"

If the people from Shen Mansion and Yixintang dare to treat him like this, then don't blame him for being rude!

Of course, he would never admit that he did not dare to go to that weird dungeon again.

When the guard heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. It would be best if he didn't have to go.

It can be haunted in broad daylight, so wouldn't it be even scarier at night?

If that scholar were any weaker and could starve to death after just one or two meals, then they wouldn't have to go to that damn place anymore!

Little did they know that the person they were expecting to starve to death was currently taking a walk in the yard and Shengqingyuan to eat because he had accidentally eaten too much.

After the walk, I went to have a serious chat with Han Shouli and Meng Kun about what happened next, and then I felt comfortable and went to rest with Sheng Qingyuan.

Zuo Mang finally got some sleep, and Lin Shuang was thinking about asking Zuo Mang to teach the Shen family and Yixintang a lesson, but it turned out that he had just eaten some breakfast and started a new round of frantic running to the latrine.

After seeing many doctors, his condition could not be cured. Even if it temporarily eased a little, it would start again soon after.

Two days later, Zuo Mang felt that he was about to die. Just when he was about to invite people from Shengqingyuan or Yixintang over anyway, the housekeeper came to report: "Sir, there are a few Taoist priests outside the door.
Chapter completed!