Duan Congyan's hands were getting better day by day, and without Xie Bowen knowing, Meng Zezhi had become a frequent visitor on Duan Congyan's bed.

Li Wenhuan and his subordinates never showed up, plus they knew when Wan Zihuai would return to Beijing, everyone's tense nerves slowly loosened.

On this day in mid-September, Han Daqin came back from a dinner party and approached Meng Zezhi with seven or eight gift boxes.

"Uncle Xie, look, this is saffron produced in Chongming, this is Cordyceps sinensis produced in Nagqu, and this is Guanyan imported from Malaysia..." Han Daqin opened the gift boxes one by one: "And this, one hundred and sixty years old. Changbai Mountain wild ginseng."

Meng Zezhi followed what Han Daqin was pointing at, and raised his brows slightly: "All for me?"

It is said that there is nothing to be diligent about, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Han Daqin nodded with a smile on his face, and said the truth: "I am also entrusted by others, please do me a favor, Uncle Xie."

Meng Zezhi touched his old face, and he had to admit that this century-old ginseng was quite attractive to him.

"Oh?" He put down the jade pendant and carving knife in his hand, and said, "Tell me?"

Seeing his appearance, Han Daqin knew that the matter was half done, and he quickly said: "It's an old friend of mine, and the family is in the business of medicinal materials, and he gave these supplements. His family bought a new building some time ago. The house, but just a few days after moving in, his daughter had an accident."

"What happened?"

Han Daqin organized the language: "The servant at home said that in the first few days, I saw her talking to the air several times, and she didn't say anything when asked, and the servant didn't take it to heart. It's normal to talk to yourself or something."

"Later, she couldn't keep her spirits up no matter what she did, and she became more and more lethargic. In less than a few days, she lost seven or eight pounds. Three days ago, after she fell asleep in class, she He never woke up again. He was sent to the hospital, and after a series of examinations, there was nothing but a weak body, and the doctor couldn't say why. This old friend of mine wondered if his daughter was Got tangled up in something dirty."

"Is that so," Meng Zezhi said, "then I'll take a walk with you."

It wasn't all for Han Daqin's face, mainly because Meng Zezhi remembered that he still had a main task of 'becoming a well-known true magician' to complete.

The matter of the Hou family had already made him feel a strong presence in the upper circles of the capital. If he could take this opportunity to expand his contacts, it would be great.

"Then it's settled." Han Daqin said hurriedly.

Early the next morning, under the leadership of Han Daqin, Meng Zezhi met his old friend.

Qian Qiguang looked haggard, his skin was dull, like a layer of dust, and his sunken eyes showed that he had been seriously lacking in sleep recently.

He couldn't hide his excitement: "Xie Daochang, I am very grateful to you for making a special trip here."

Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand to help him, and only said, "Where, Mr. Qian's love for his daughter is heartfelt and touching."

Hearing this, Qian Qiguang flashed a self-mockery on his face, laughing more ugly than crying: "Then thank Daochang, what do you think?"

"Let me see Ling Qianjin first!"

"Okay, okay." Qian Qiguang replied hurriedly.

After he finished speaking, he led Meng Zezhi and the two upstairs.

When he got there, he twisted open the door, turned his body sideways, and let Meng Zezhi go in first.

Seeing a little girl of about ten years old lying on the cot by the window, Meng Zezhi walked over, lifted her eyelids with his hand, and met a pair of dull eyes. She pinched her arm again, and the wound did not turn red immediately, but showed a bluish purple color.

"It's all my fault," Qian Qiguang's eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth were trembling: "In order to earn money, I left the child at home alone, always thinking that everything would be fine with a nanny watching, but..."

Qian Qiguang and his wife are in free love and have a good relationship. They have a child within two years of marriage. Unexpectedly, when the child was three years old, his wife was on her way to a class reunion, but unfortunately she was in a car accident and died on the spot.

Qian Qiguang was in grief, but the days went on. One is that he still remembers his wife, and the other is that he is thinking of his children. He has never remarried since then. Just because in the past two years, the company's efficiency has been declining, the market competition has become more and more fierce, and Qian Qiguang has become busier and busier. He travels around every day and inevitably ignores children.

Even when the child had an accident, he was still on a business trip abroad.

Seeing Meng Zezhi standing up straight, Qian Qiguang said in a hurry, "Master Xie, how is my daughter?"

Meng Zezhi said, "Falling into a nightmare, if this is a few more days at night, she will never wake up again."

After speaking, as if smelling something, he walked around the room.

When passing by the study table, he shook his nose, folded it back, looked up and down the study table, and then reached out and touched the chair. He sniffed under his nose, his complexion changed slightly, and he shouted, "Axe."

"What?" Qian Qiguang then reacted and shouted, "Axe, Lao Liu, find an axe..."

The servant of the Qian family quickly found an axe and brought it up.

Meng Zezhi took it and smashed it into the stool with an axe, but after a few moments, the stool split in half.

He took the smaller half of it, found the depression, held the axe at the broken surface and tapped it lightly. When he took the axe off, he only saw a black liquid flowing out from the crack.

Qian Qiguang looked in his eyes, and the boss stared: "Xie Daochang, what is this?"

Meng Zezhi replied in a deep voice, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be corpse oil and locust tree sap. Corpse oil and locust tree are both evil things, and they are the easiest to attract ghosts."

Qian Qiguang's body trembled slightly, his face was ashen, and the back of his clenched hand had blue veins sticking out. He originally thought that his daughter just accidentally got into something dirty, but now it seems that it is very likely that someone is deliberately hurting her.

At this moment, as if thinking of something, Qian Qiguang's complexion changed dramatically.

Noticing the change in his expression, Meng Zezhi asked, "What?"

Qian Qiguang's face was blue and white for a while, and he gritted his teeth: "This villa was handed over to me by an old classmate of mine. Something happened to his official father, and his family decided to go abroad for refuge, so he was in a hurry. I changed all the real estate in my hand into cash. I thought that this villa is relatively close to the elementary school where my daughter is studying, and the price is very low, more than a quarter lower than the market price, so he came to the door. When I did, I bought it without hesitation.”

"Because the villa has just been renovated, the furniture and electrical appliances are all new, so I moved in directly with my child..."

Speaking of this, his tone became harder and harder, obviously suppressing something.

Hearing this, his assistant walked out with the phone.

"Master Xie, what should I do now?" Qian Qiguang looked at the unconscious child on the bed, his voice was slightly choked, it was he who killed his daughter.

"Since she fell into a nightmare, someone has to go to her dream and pull her back. The danger is certain..." Meng Zezhi said.

"I'll go." Qian Qiguang said without hesitation.

"Okay," Meng Zezhi put away the folding fan in his hand, "but before that, I have to trouble Mr. Qian to prepare something for me."

"Despite your orders, Dao Master Xie." Qian Qiguang said quickly.

Just when things were almost ready, the assistant came back, panting: "Boss, I found it, Song Zhixue's eldest son also had an accident some time ago..."

Song Zhixue is the old classmate who sold the villa to him at a low price according to Qian Qiguang.

"...His son's symptoms are exactly the same as that of the young lady. Later, Song Zhixue invited a mistress to come back from nowhere, and then he found you, the boss. I heard that his son woke up within a few days."

Qian Qiguang opened his eyes angrily, his chest heaving violently. At this time, he couldn't understand that his daughter was protecting Song Zhixue's son from disaster.

In vain, he still treats Song Zhixue as an old classmate, and as a result, people who hurt him are called cruel.

He said anxiously, "Master Xie."

Meng Zezhi burned a talisman, exchanged half a bowl of chicken blood and handed it to Qian Qiguang: "Drink it."

Qian Qiguang took a look at the small bowl and swallowed the contents of the bowl in one gulp.

As soon as the thing fell, a sense of tiredness struck his heart, he shook his body, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground.

Meng Zezhi looked at his assistant and Han Daqin: "Go, put him on the bed."

"Okay." The two responded in a row and put Qian Qiguang next to his daughter.

All saw was that Meng Zezhi first made a knife on the second phalanx of the girl's right index finger and Qian Qiguang's left index finger, and then drew a white thread and tied it to the wounds of the two.

As the blood of the two completely submerged the white thread, Meng Zezhi lit three sticks of incense and smoked it under Qian Qiguang's nose, shouting, "Qian Qiguang..."

In a daze, Qian Qiguang heard someone calling him. He covered his nose and sneezed, and the person also came to his senses. He opened his eyes and found that it was dark all around, and he couldn't see anything.

He panicked, then remembered the business, and said with fear, "Master Xie?"

"I'm here," Meng Zezhi said, "look back."

Hearing Meng Zezhi's voice, Qian Qiguang's heart instantly calmed down, he turned around, and suddenly a bright light the size of peanuts appeared in front of him.

"go."

Qian Qiguang raised his foot and walked towards the bright light.

Taking a few more steps forward, he passed through the light, and the world suddenly became noisy.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was in a playground, with people coming and going, and facing a colorful merry-go-round.

As the music stopped, the carousel slowly stopped.

A middle-aged man pulled a little girl off the merry-go-round. He bent down and asked with a smile, "Xiao Wen, is the merry-go-round fun?"

The little girl was beaming and nodded, "It's fun."

A dim light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Then give your uncle a kiss, will your uncle show you again?"

"Okay." The little girl put her arms around the middle-aged man's face without hesitation, and kissed him on the mouth.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, pressed the little girl's head, and deepened the kiss.

Sure enough, little girls taste better than little boys.

Seeing this scene, Qian Qiguang's eyes cracked: "Beast, let go of my daughter—"

The author has something to say:

The things in the dream can't be real, eh!