Yingqian's words were very rude.

But Du Yan just glanced at her.

He sighed softly and said no more Buddhist principles.

He probably thought she was hopeless.

"Master." Yingqian picked up the fur on the back of the white fox's neck, shook it twice, and said with a smile: "How to deal with this? Can it make soup? But it's a little small, and the hair is not enough to make a scarf."

The white fox's eyes widened.

A trace of human panic appeared on his face.

She had no doubt at all.

Yingqian said the truth of this sentence.

Du Yan stepped forward, picked up the Buddhist bell that fell on the ground, hung it above the white fox's head, and shook it lightly.

There was a crisp and elegant sound.

Yingqian was stunned.

I just feel like everything is clear from head to toe.

It was as if even the soul had been washed.

Her feet felt weak.

While feeling dizzy, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

The scent of sandalwood fills your nose.

Strong palms were placed on the waist.

The scalding heat penetrated the fabric.

Imprinted on the skin.

Climbing all the way up again.

But in the next second.

It's fleeting.

Ying Qian tilted her head and saw Du Yan's eyes filled with compassion.

He said:

"She is already dead. This skin is only supported by resentment."

"ah?"

Yingqian was stunned.

Then he lowered his head to look, only to find that the white fox that was originally held in his palm had disappeared without a trace.

On the simple Buddhist bell in Du Yan's hand, a ferocious outline of a white fox appeared.

Don't wait for Yingqian to take a closer look.

Du Yan put away the Buddhist bell, recited the Buddha's name, and said:

"After surviving ninety-nine and eighty-one days, you can go down to the underworld, enter reincarnation, and walk the path of the human world. The donor's family members are safe and sound, but they are possessed by monsters. They need to receive more warm sun and cultivate for a period of time, and then they will be fine.

"

He said this.

Only then did Ying Qian remember that there was a mist in this room.

But it only takes a moment to turn around and take a look.

Look back again.

But there was no trace of Du Yan.

Why is this monk so mysterious?

Yingqian was stunned.

But there was no time to think too much.

She patted Yan Yun's charming face and said softly:

"Get up quickly, the wind is blowing hard!"

The decoration of Heyuezhai is extremely elegant.

But this small room was in a mess right now.

The tables and chairs overturned and the food was scattered on the floor.

There was also a lot of splattered blood.

At first glance...

It was as if a horrific terrorist case had just occurred.

If this is discovered.

How much money do I have to pay?

Could it be that it was difficult to escape because he knew he had to lose money, so he ran away first?

I didn't expect this little monk to be quite clever.

Yingqian cursed in his heart.

There was a cloud of smoke on one side.

She was still unconscious, her face was pale and frail, and she looked more and more moving.

This is really a very pitiful and lovely face.

If I hadn't just seen her with white hair all over her body.

Yingqian is heartbroken.

"My good sister, you have really caused me a lot of trouble."

She sighed, took off Yanyun's bracelet, and threw it to the waiter outside the door.

"My sister is in a bad mood. She drank some wine. I will help her go back to rest first. The master is still eating. You can go in and clean up later."

"yes."

The waiter lowered his head and took the bracelet. He wanted to take a look at the smoke, but when he caught a glimpse of Ying Qian's face, he immediately shuddered.

I muttered in my heart, but luckily I didn't see her at night.

This is not the case.

It's scarier than meeting a ghost.

The waiter in the shop was talking about Ying Qian's appearance, but he didn't remember that she didn't order any wine at all.

Yingqian is dragging and pulling.

He took Yanyun back to Yihong Tower.

When Hua Niang saw her, she immediately rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to curse.

"Yingqian, you little bitch, how dare you come back..."

She hasn't finished scolding yet.

Seeing the sleepy smoke cloud, his face turned green.

"Yanyun? What happened to Yanyun?! Yingqian, is it you? Did you harm Yanyun!"

Hua Niang looked fiercely at Ying Qian, but when she saw the signature smoke in the building, her expression immediately changed.

She was frightened and panicked.

I'm afraid something will go wrong with Yanyun and he won't be able to continue making money for her.

"She's fine."

Yingqian threw the smoke aside, moved his stiff shoulders, and muttered:

"It's just that he has white hair all over his body, his spine is broken, and his feet are stuffed into his mouth. It's really nothing."

Fortunately, Hua Niang paid all her attention to the smoke.

I didn't hear what she said.

Otherwise, he might think that Yingqian has gone crazy and start talking nonsense.

The flower girl called the doctor.

Yanyun inspected it carefully.

However, the problem with her is not something that ordinary doctors can detect.
To be continued...