Chapter 1241 Give Me Water

"Ghost?" The eldest young master's voice couldn't help but tremble. After a moment, he asked back in a tone of confirmation: "How could it be a ghost? I clearly heard Abin's voice. Master Yao, do you have any evidence?"

As soon as these words came out, Yao Shunyu felt relieved. It seemed that the key to surviving tonight was on this young master. As long as he was convinced that Abin outside was a ghost, the crisis would be resolved.

Without hesitation, Yao Shunyu quickly explained his discovery to the eldest young master. Hearing this, the eldest young master's body trembled, "So... Abin outside is really not a human, but... a ghost?"

"That must be the case." Yao Shunyu nodded.

At this moment, the situation became more and more critical. "Abin" had stretched out his entire arm and kept hitting the door panel. His head was also trying to squeeze towards the crack of the door. His face was distorted due to excessive squeezing.

"Get out, get out! Even if you become a ghost, I'm not afraid of you!" The eldest young master screamed at the door.

Although the young master's roar was just a bluff in Yao Shunyu's eyes, the effect was obvious. The ferocious "Abin" dared not move immediately after hearing the young master's voice, and then withdrew his arm, turned around and left as if nothing had happened.

"Young master, your words worked, and the ghost left." Yao Shunyu looked at the door that was squeezed and deformed, and couldn't help feeling scared.

"Cough... cough cough..."

The roar just now seemed to have drained the young master's last strength. At this moment, he was so weak that he fell on the bed and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

After all, he still had to rely on the young master tonight. Yao Shunyu leaned over and asked with concern: "Young master, how are you?"

"Cough... cough cough..., water, get me a glass of water." The young master said incoherently, and the pain and helplessness of the young master could be felt through the curtain.

"Okay, wait a moment."

Yao Shunyu walked back to the table and poured a glass of water, and brought it to the young master. Before lifting the curtain, Yao Shunyu hesitated. Although he could not see that the young master had any problems for the time being, who could say for sure?

In Yao Shunyu's eyes, this curtain was another door, but this door separated him and the young master. Taking the initiative to lift the curtain meant taking the initiative to open this door.

If the young master also had problems, the consequences would be disastrous.

They had been here a few hours ago. At that time, it was not an exaggeration to say that the young master was on the verge of death. Yuan Shanyuan had also said frankly that his medical skills could only be regarded as dredging blood and qi, and there was no possibility of cure. But now the young master not only woke up from a coma, but was also able to communicate with people. Yao Shunyu didn't believe that there was no problem.

"Master Yao... Master Yao, please lift the curtain again. My body..." The young master's voice was intermittent.

Yao Shunyu, who was holding the tea, was unmoved. He just bowed slightly and handed the teacup to the curtain, "Young Master, when you came here, Mr. Yuan told you to move your body as much as possible, which would help blood circulation."

A few seconds later, the figure struggled to get up, and then a pale hand stretched out from the curtain and took the teacup tremblingly. The young master drank the tea and then handed over the empty cup, "Thank you for your hard work... Master Yao."

As if the tea had moistened the young master's voice, it was much smoother.

The process was so smooth that Yao Shunyu couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he was overthinking, the young master himself had no problem, and the crisis tonight came from outside the door.

Yao Shunyu held the empty teacup and walked towards the table while thinking, but the next second, he was called, "Master Yao!"

Yao Shunyu, who was thinking, subconsciously turned his head and looked at the figure behind the curtain, but to Yao Shunyu's surprise, the figure was lying quietly on the bed, motionless.

Frowning, Yao Shunyu asked tentatively: "Young Master, did you call me just now?"

There was no answer on the bed, the young master lay quietly, as if he had fallen asleep after being too tired.

This made Yao Shunyu start to wonder if the call just now was an auditory hallucination caused by being too nervous.

Sitting back at the table, Yao Shunyu was still thinking about this strange thing. He refilled his tea cup by cup, and gradually, he finally found something wrong.

He felt cold, and it was a burst of coldness for no reason.

The tea he drank was all hot tea, but cup after cup of hot tea could not dispel this inexplicable chill, and...he had an indescribable feeling that the source of this chill seemed not to come from the external environment, but from himself.

Thinking of the young master curled up in the quilt not long ago, his whole body was trembling, and he kept saying cold in a coma, Yao Shunyu couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his yang fire?

Continuing to think along this line of thought, Yao Shunyu confirmed the problem in the previous call.

The old man said that if you hear someone calling your name behind you when walking at night, don't turn back rashly, otherwise the Yang fire on your shoulder will be blown out easily, attracting ghosts to touch your shoulders.

But he turned back the moment his name was called, which caused one of the Yang fires on his shoulder to be extinguished.

Yao Shunyu is also a person who can take it or leave it. He knows that regretting at this moment is completely useless, and he didn't expect this to happen.

Judging from his current physical condition, only one Yang fire should be extinguished. As long as he keeps the other two Yang fires in the remaining time, he can survive.

Thinking of this, Yao Shunyu subconsciously looked at the bed. The next second, his heart was suddenly pulled up. The young master who was originally lying quietly on the bed sat up at some point.

"Water... give me water..."

...

The fat man looked at the two bodies in the front hall, his heart pounding. Mr. Wu's body was covered with a white cloth, wrapped tightly from head to toe, standing there like a white tombstone.

Wang Bao's body was lying on the ground, with a red veil on his face. When he got closer, the fat man found dense stitches at the junction of the veil and the face.

It was hard to imagine that this veil was sewn on Wang Bao's face by someone.

"Mr. Luo is worthy of being a master of physiognomy, with profound means. Today I have opened my eyes." Yuan Shanyuan looked at Luo Tianhe and said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Luo Tianhe, who was praised, was not to be outdone. He turned his head and clasped his fists to Yuan Shanyuan, "I don't deserve it. If it weren't for Mr. Yuan and Miss Bai Yu's help, I would never be able to do it alone."

When mentioning the two words "Bai Yu", Luo Tianhe emphasized his tone, as if he was intentionally suggesting something.

Staring at the two corpses, Lin Qianqian seemed to still have some concerns, and confirmed: "Mr. Luo, Mr. Yuan, are these two corpses...really okay?"

"The tiptoeing smiling corpse was sewn shut by Mr. Yuan, and the tendons of the legs were cut by Miss Bai Yu. It is no longer a threat to us. As for Mr. Wu's corpse..." Luo Tianhe paused, "All I can do is to calm him down temporarily."