Chapter 1637 Grandpa Zhuge (7)

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"Grandpa, don't make calculations!"

Zhuge Mingzhu watched with heartache as his grandfather, who was full of anger, became like this, grabbed his hand and shouted.

Grandpa Zhuge ignored his call, as if he had entered a state of ecstasy.

Seeing him like this, Yang Zimei felt that something was wrong. Worried that he was going into a state of madness, he took out the silver needle and sealed his Tiantan cave.

Grandpa Zhuge's acupuncture points were sealed, he was unconscious, and fell asleep on the table.

Zhuge Mingzhu was shocked and sternly asked Yang Zimei, "What did you do to my grandfather?"

"It's just sealing his acupoints, don't worry, Uncle Zhuge."

As Yang Zimei spoke, he entered his own vitality into Grandpa Zhuge.

At this time, Grandpa Zhuge's body seemed to have been hollowed out by others, so it was no wonder that he would age so quickly.

Yang Zimei's vitality was injected into him smoothly, supplementing the various deficiencies of vitality in his body, and then helping him relieve the acupoints and wake him up.

He opened his eyes, looked at Yang Zimei in confusion, and then looked at Zhuge Mingzhu.

"Grandpa, how are you?"

Zhuge Mingzhu asked anxiously.

"Where's my line? I'm going to continue to calculate for her."

Grandpa Zhuge looked at the empty desktop and hurriedly asked.

"Grandpa, don't forget it, you are all crazy."

Zhuge Mingzhu regretted that her bowels were blue, "She is not an ordinary person, her numerology is strange, and it is not something we mortals can calculate."

When Zhuge Mingzhu saw Yang Zimei inject vitality into his grandfather just now, he understood that she was definitely not an ordinary person.

Ordinary people, no matter how talented, could not break their Zhuge family's cultivation at such a young age, and inject vitality into their grandfather's body, so that grandfather, who was originally a gossamer, returned to normal.

How can such a person's numerology be calculated?

Grandpa Zhuge made up his mind, looked at Yang Zimei carefully for a while, and nodded, "That's right. You are an existence that defies the sky, and you can't deduce numerology."

Yang Zimei smiled bitterly and said nothing.

"Great!"

Seeing that Grandpa finally gave up on deducing numerology for Yang Zimei, Zhuge Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Grandpa Zhuge stood up, just saw Yang Zimei's peach wood sign that accidentally exposed his neck, he was slightly surprised, and he also took out a peach wood sign from his body.

Seeing another peach wood card, Yang Zimei was overjoyed and couldn't wait to ask, "Grandpa, can you give me this peach wood card?"

"Show me yours first."

Grandpa Zhuge looked at her and said.

Yang Zimei untied the peach wood sign on his neck and handed it to Grandpa Zhuge.

Grandpa Zhuge took a serious look, then turned around and opened a drawer, and took out a book with a slightly worn cover.

Seeing this book, Yang Zimei was slightly surprised.

This looks exactly like the book that I borrowed from Song Xuan with no words and only pictures, but this book looks a little more old.

Grandpa Zhuge turned the page, and the illustrations inside were exactly the same, all of which were the patterns on the peach wood plaque.

"Grandpa, I have seen this book, and it was later stolen."

Yang Zimei took the book over and turned to the last page. As expected, there was still the man behind him who looked very much like Long Zhutian, dressed in ancient costume and had a mirror on his waist.

At the end, there is also the map with the ancient tomb hidden in it.

However, the age of reading this book seems to be older than Song Xuan's.

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