"Everyone, be gentle, don't knock on the patient. The patient has not had much time, so let's take the patient down quickly!" One of the white coats said in a low voice.

The others nodded and carried down a person who was lying on the stretcher with oxygen, tubes, and lying down.

This person is no one else, but their good neighbor, Boss Mao who has been in a coma for several days!

Immediately afterwards, a familiar off-road vehicle also stopped beside him. Boss Mao's relatives got out of the car with red eyes and cried one after another.

"What's going on?" Boss Liu asked at the door with a little helplessness.

"Aunt Liu, the doctor said, "My dad is no longer able to do it. Let's take it back and prepare for the funeral..."

As soon as Xiaomao finished speaking, she cried out with a "wow".

"…………How is this possible?" Boss Liu almost fell down when he heard this. Fortunately, her husband was clear-headed and almost supported her in a distraught way.

Xiao Mao stopped talking and quickly opened the door and asked the doctor to carry his father into the house.

"Look at you, why are you so anxious? What should I do if you hurt yourself! Alas, what happened this year? Why are they all getting strange diseases!"

Boss Liu's lover helped her in and sat down, then sighed.

"Wuwuwu...Dad, wake up! Don't scare me, open your eyes and see me?"

Suddenly, Boss Mao's eldest daughter's heart-wrenching cry came from next door.

His daughter has been married for many years. She only learned yesterday that her father was seriously ill, so she rushed back from another province overnight.

"Doudu"

The ambulance that drove from Tiandu City came hurriedly and left hurriedly.

Only Boss Mao's family was left, surrounded by the bed and cried in pain, desperately.

After Jiang Shaotian finished lunch, he just walked out of the gate and saw neighbors discussing the matter. After he told his sister to be honest and not to run around at home, he immediately came to Boss Mao's house.

Boss Mao's lips turned purple, his face turned white, and his Yin Tang turned black. He lay on the bed like a dead person, relying on an oxygen bottle to hold his last breath.

"Aunt Mao, what's wrong with Uncle Mao?" Jiang Shaotian leaned over and asked softly.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt the yin energy on the bed, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him.

"Wuwu... Xiaotian, Xiaotian, please look at your Uncle Mao and see what's wrong with him. He can't die! He is only in his fifties! I... Wuwuwu!"

Aunt Mao grabbed Jiang Shaotian's hands and burst into tears.

"Mom, don't make things difficult for Xiaotian. Although Xiaotian is a doctor, he is not a god of Daluo! You will cause him a psychological burden..."

Boss Mao’s youngest son, Xiao Mao, held back tears and said to his mother who had lost her mind.

He is three or four years older than Jiang Shaotian and is calm when encountering problems. Especially at this time, he is the pillar of the family and must not collapse or be crazy with his mother.

"Aunt Mao, don't cry. Let me tell me about Uncle Mao's illness first. Maybe I have folk remedies to relieve his illness!"

Jiang Shaotian patted her hands and comforted her.

"real?"

Aunt Mao wiped her tears, as excited as if she grabbed the last straw.

"Well, you can say slowly, you must explain the cause of the disease and his strange behavior for half a month." "He usually sells things at home and does not have any abnormal behavior until the seventh day after Old Man Zhao's death, he woke up from a nightmare that night, and said a strange thing, and then there was nothing else."

"What did Uncle Mao say?"

"He said that Old Man Zhao asked him to play cards and said that he would come to pick him up when the time came. I felt that he was nervous at the time, so I didn't ask any questions. Later, he always sighed and refused to say another word to me.

"You said, is he a crime? Otherwise, no matter how he treats it, he will not be able to recover, and the cause of the disease will not be found. Even Tiandu Hospital gave up the treatment. The witch in the village refused to treat him, saying that it was too late. Xiaotian, how could this happen! Woo woo!"

When Aunt Mao said this, she burst into tears again with grief, and there was deep self-blame in her words.

"Mom, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have married so far, otherwise Dad wouldn't have done this anymore. It's all my fault!" Boss Mao's eldest daughter hugged her mother and burst into tears.

At that time, she was going to marry far away, and Boss Mao and his wife strongly opposed it. Boss Mao even spoke harshly, saying that if he died suddenly one day, he would not even see his daughter for the last time.

Unexpectedly, the angry words I said now hit the nail on the head. As a child, she had not had time to fulfill her filial piety. How could she not be sad, regret, or blame herself?

Jiang Shaotian secretly activated the hearing, looking at the hearing, and carefully observed Boss Mao's condition. Through inquiries and simple understanding, plus the phantom he saw last night, he had a rough idea in his heart, but it was difficult to make a conclusion before he was sure.

Boss Mao was surrounded by a ball of evil black gas, accompanied by a disgusting stench of corpse. If Jiang Shaotian had not had magic power, he would probably have run out to vomit wildly.

In fact, he was not sick, and even his mind was awake, he could not move, talk, and even opened his eyes. He lay on the bed like a "living dead", allowing the evil black gas to control his body and soul.

This black gas has a soul, and the evil energy is very heavy, very yin and difficult to deal with. It is not the aura emitted by Boss Mao himself, but he hasn't figured out the origin of this black gas for a while.

"Hmm? Why did this black gas attack me? Could it be..."

When Jiang Shaotian took out the golden needle and stabbed it on Boss Mao's Yintang's hole, the black air rushed towards him, like a demon's bloody mouth, trying to swallow his energy and spirit.

"The Great Vajra Wheel Seal, Break!"

Jiang Shaotian quickly used his hand gestures, and wonderfully broke the black air in front of him, allowing the golden needle to pierce into Boss Mao's Yintang acupoint again.

However, the black gas that attacked him was dispersed and condensed again, and then quickly drilled into Boss Mao's nasal cavity, and then disappeared without a trace.

After the black gas penetrated into his body, the golden needle also trembled slightly, and Boss Mao's face became paler and paler.

At this moment, a tear suddenly fell from his closed eyes, as if he was experiencing an invisible torture and torture.

"receive!"

After Jiang Shaotian lost a ray of true energy and suppressed the black gas, he immediately took off the golden needle, turned his head and said to the Mao family, "Tomorrow is the 30th. Whether Uncle Mao can wake up depends on the luck tomorrow night!"

"This... Xiaotian, what's wrong with my dad? You just stabbed him with a golden needle, and he burst into tears. Did he know that we were thinking of him!"

Xiaomao was standing behind him all the time, and he watched Jiang Shaotian's series of actions very carefully.

They had seen this kind of Taoist technique, but they didn't think much about how Jiang Shaotian could do these Taoist techniques. As for the golden needle, they all regarded it as the silver needles he passed down from his family.

"I just used the golden needle to suppress his condition, and there will be no accident today. The most dangerous thing is tomorrow night..."

Jiang Shaotian swallowed the words back to his mouth. He didn't want to say them, for fear of scaring them or affecting the harmony between neighbors.

"What should I do? Xiaotian, you must save your Uncle Mao. We can't live without him! Xiaotian, as long as you save him, my whole family can kowtow to you..."

Aunt Mao grabbed Jiang Shaotian's hand and was about to kneel down, but Xiaomao dragged him away, "Mom, can you stop making trouble! Let Xiaotian tell the reason first! Isn't you harming Xiaotian by saying these words at this time?"

"Don't worry, just guard Uncle Mao tonight and talk to him. Remember not to turn off the lights, it's better to pull your black dog over here. I will come here again tomorrow night... Let's do it first!" After Jiang Shaotian said that, he raised his legs and left.

"Xiaotian, can you make sure my dad is fine? That...what disease did he have?" Xiao Mao asked with his hand.

"You can't listen to some things! Just do what I just said! This is dangerous, I want to go back and prepare first! I will wait for me to come tomorrow night at 9 o'clock!"

After Jiang Shaotian shook his hand away, he left without looking back.

"Wuwu...what to do! Can Xiaotian find a way to save your father? Go and ask him! He must have a way. His grandfather also used earth recipes to save the dying person..."

Aunt Mao sat on the ground, feeling uncontrollable, and cried and shouted in sadness and despair.

"Mom! Don't bother Xiaotian. Xiaotian's parents have just left. Do you think he feels good? Mom! Sister! Let's do what he said and spend more time with Dad!"

Xiaomao turned around, covered her face and started crying silently. Even if she wanted to ask Jiang Shaotian again, she would not chase him and ask.

He had already said it very clearly. This matter was dangerous and could not be said. Moreover, judging from his expression and behavior, his father was not as simple as being sick...

As soon as Jiang Shaotian got home, he quickly sent his sister away and asked her to drive out for a ride and shop, and buy some meat products to go home, and come back when it is dinner time.

Mingzhu was about to go out for a walk, so she took a big canvas bag for buying groceries and happily drove out in her new car.

"In my opinion, Uncle Mao was entangled by unclean things. In terms of the term, it was a cause for evil spirits. Fortunately, it was still time, so one night was the right time to do it."

Jiang Shaotian sighed, then closed the door and quickly went upstairs to sacrifice the panacea box.

After opening the panacea box, he took out the "Maoshan Talismans and Evils" written by the ancestor of the Maoshan School, and carefully read and studied it.

This bamboo slip was also discovered after he broke through the second level of realm. It records many lost Taoist techniques in Maoshan and various spells to exorcise evil spirits and ghost hunting. It is full of pictures and texts, and it is all-encompassing. It really opened his eyes and benefited a lot.

Especially the original pictures of various talismans are depicted, and it is really at the point where you can learn it if you don’t want to.

Of course, the premise is that you must have the luck and adventure of Jiang Shaotian, and get the true teachings of the True Dragon Taoist, and obtain the panacea box.

After watching for a while, Jiang Shaotian began to close his eyes and calm down. At the same time, he also thought about how to deal with the evil spirit tomorrow night and pulled Uncle Mao back from the gate of hell...
Chapter completed!