The person on the other end of the phone obviously had something to hide. She didn't speak or hang up the phone. It was like this for a while. Suddenly, there was a murmur on the phone, but it stopped after a few seconds.

I originally thought about talking to Mrs. Yan about borrowing a phone to contact the outside world. But now I have completely given up this thought. However, I met Master Shao, who was familiar with Fang Muzhi, and it seemed that he was not in a hurry to leave.

"The signal tower on this island has never been able to be built because the sandy geology is prone to collapse. It has been delayed for three years in the blink of an eye. Even the satellite phone is always disturbed by the weather. The weather must be changing, right?" the old lady said.

, took out a piece of red paper and handed it to Fang Muzhi. It seems that this is not the first time that the Yan family has invited the master to treat Master Yan. Even the birth date and horoscope have been prepared in advance.

Fang Muzhi didn't look at it, and handed the red paper to Master Shao, "You can use it. I'm going to see Master Yan."

As if the chief physician was leading an intern on a ward round, Siling followed closely behind him, spreading his head to look at Mr. Yan who was tied to the hospital bed. He was staring blankly at the mirror above his head as usual, completely unable to feel the surroundings.

Someone approaches. Siling stares at Master Yan's face. With her yin and yang eyes, she can often see what Taoist monks call the Yintang blackening, that is, there will be a black mist wandering around a person's forehead. But Master Yan's forehead is clean.

Jing, that struggle just now was also very powerful, very different from that of the person who hit Xie.

So what could be the problem? Si Ling subconsciously touched her pocket, but unfortunately there was nothing on her waist. She glanced at the satellite phone on the table again, and she didn't seem to be too dissatisfied.

Her eyes rolled around. She used her two palms to block the light from Master Yan's eyes, and then quickly moved her palms away. The changes in her pupils were normal, and her eyes were not slack, but Master Yan did not give any reaction and remained straight.

She stared at the mirror on the ceiling. She turned around and wanted to check the electrocardiogram log, but Fang Muzhi pulled her back and said, "What are you studying blindly? Look up."

Yes, if modern medicine could find the problem, naturally there would be no need to call in the master. Si Ling was a little embarrassed. When he looked up, he was startled by Master Yan in the mirror. At first glance, the effect in the mirror was not the same as that of Master Yan on the hospital bed.

There was no difference. Si Ling saw her and Fang Muzhi's reflections in the mirror. They were neither moving away from their own bodies, nor were the whites of their eyes dark. Even the locks that the old lady had tightened just now were exactly the same. The only difference was that Mr. Yan

I, the person in the mirror was glaring angrily, and from time to time he would look in Sling's direction and reveal a strange smile.

What he looked at was not the direction of Si Ling's shadow in the mirror, but the place where Si Ling stood outside the mirror. It was as if the one tied to the ceiling was the living person, but those dark eyes and strange corners of his mouth made him

She not only shuddered and looked away.

"Don't avoid his gaze, go up to him." Fang Muzhi's words were like an old man guiding the way, which made her feel at ease. She suppressed the creepy feeling in her heart and looked back boldly.

"Did you see it?" Fang Muzhi looked over with crooked eyes.

Deliberately blocking out Master Yan's weird smile in the mirror, she noticed the details in the other person's eyes. His black eyeballs were not enlarged, but were covered with a layer of black mist, with flowing black threads.

It's like a living thing, lingering and wandering in the eyes.

"Yes, because the light is too strong. That thing can only hide. So no matter whether it is in the room or around Master Yan, no problem can be found."

"But why do you want Master Yan to face the mirror? Logically speaking, Master Yan has been tied to the bed. After what happened, shouldn't he be kept away from the mirror?"

"No, Master Yan is not looking in the mirror. He is looking at himself."

Otherwise? Of course people are looking at themselves when looking in the mirror. Master Yan can see himself smiling strangely in the mirror? Si Ling raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror again. Fang Muzhi also happened to be looking at her through the mirror. Si Ling

She instantly understood what Fang Muzhi meant. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Fang Muzhi, "We can't save her."

Hopeless? Siling was confused by Fang Muzhi's jumping thoughts, but she didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she quietly listened to Fang Muzhi's next words.

But he had no intention of explaining and asked Master Shao directly: "What do you think about it over there?"

Master Shao frowned and couldn't help calculating with his left hand. When he heard Fang Muzhi's words that he couldn't save him, he even used his right hand, but his brows became tighter and tighter, like a primary school student who was stumped by his summer vacation math homework.

After a minute, Master Shao stopped his hand, bit the back of his hand, and muttered: "Yes. Um, tsk, eh, um..." He seemed full of words, looked at Fang Muzhi's determined expression, and then

He hesitated and asked tentatively: "The Qian life is still there, but the Yang life is over. Although the chance is not high, you can give it a try."

Master Shao originally had great confidence in his servants, but after several orders, no one was willing to take it, including many eminent monks he respected. Coupled with Fang Muzhi's current decisive attitude, he suddenly became less confident.

Maybe he missed something? He didn't know for a moment where his calculations were wrong, or maybe there were some other factors that he ignored.

There is another possibility, that is, they are all wrong. What happened to the people in Game 749? Does the reincarnation of Buddha have to be right? Master Shao thought of this and felt a knot in his neck, "I want to come back tonight and have a look!"

As soon as these words came out, the old lady immediately stepped forward excitedly and asked in a low voice: "Master Yan is like this, can he be saved?!"

This question caused Master Shao to lose most of the courage he had just mustered up. "You can give it a try. I think there is a glimmer of hope. But in the dark, everyone has his or her own destiny. We still need to sort out the whole story carefully before we can draw a conclusion."

Mr. Yan is in good health, and his soul is still alive if he has a long life. Although his whereabouts are unknown at this time, he can give it a try." He felt that what he said was reasonable and well-founded, and looked at Fang Muzhi again, with a look in his eyes.

A little firmer: "Come with me tonight?"

Fang Muzhi shook his head and categorically rejected Master Shao's invitation, "I'm tired, just call me if you need anything tonight."

The old lady thanked her profusely. According to Master Shao's instructions, she carefully wrote it down and told her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Yan, to go out and buy it again.

"Isn't everything at home still-" Every once in a while, a Feng Shui master comes to the house, offering incense, candles, paper money, and cinnabar ink fountains. As soon as Mrs. Yan opened her mouth to retort, she was stared back by the old lady. She sighed and understood.

This is because the old lady heard the good news and wanted the best for all expenses.

"It's so late. The weather looks like there's going to be a typhoon again -" Mr. Yan just started, but the old lady retorted, "I can't even make the decision on what I want to buy? Don't even think about what you're getting back with me -

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Chapter completed!