Wang Youde was very sad.

He felt that the image of Xiao Zhenren as a tall and majestic person who sacrificed himself to save others was a bit broken in his heart.

Qian Quanxing simply grabbed Yunsong's wrist and said: "Taoist Master, we don't have a temple in the old town in the mountains. You are the only one who can help us now."

"Hurry up and take a look at your home with us. We don't have much time left. Once mother and son become evil, big things will happen!"

Yun Song was helpless. At this moment, he was so weak that he was dragged out of the door.

Wang Youde felt distressed and shouted: "Little Master is too weak to run fast. I have a foreign car at home. Let Little Master ride in the car..."

Yun Song was overjoyed when he heard this.

He thought that Wang Youde's family had a car imported from the West, or a rickshaw. He knew that the earliest rickshaws were also called foreign cars because they were imported from the East.

However, Wang Youde pushed out a bicycle...

The classic 28 big bars!

Qian Quanxing helped him get into the back seat of the car, and the group rushed towards South Street in a hurry.

Pedestrians on the road looked sideways.

Ordinary people have never seen the scene of a Taoist priest sitting with his legs crossed in the back seat of a foreign car.

Yunsong has been without love all his life.

He could only comfort himself. Fortunately, he was not sitting on the beam of the car, otherwise it would really be a disaster.

The Qian family's wealth is still higher than that of Wang Youde. Their house is similar in size to the Wang family, but Qian's house is on the main street, which is equivalent to a mansion in the CBD area.

A circle of white silk cloth was hung on the plaque that read "Qian Mansion" at the door of the house. The stone lions on both sides also had their heads covered with white cloth. There were even pedestrians wearing mourning clothes coming and going.

As soon as Yunsong walked in, a strong smell of cigarette ash hit his face.

There were faint sounds of sobbing in the room. Qian Quanxing's face darkened and he whispered: "Who is still crying? You are not allowed to cry without my permission!"

The young man behind Yun Song pushed him and said, "Taoist Priest, please help me."

He spoke politely, but his tone was already very casual.

Obviously he has no hope for Yun Song.

The others look similar.

A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor.

Yunsong is a kind boy and doesn't care about their bad attitudes.

A happy event in a family's life can turn into a funeral, and a happy event can turn into a tragic death. It's normal to be in a bad mood.

Now that he has arrived at the door of his house, he has to find a way to help.

So he asked: "Master Qian, you said that your wife is going to become evil. What is the basis for your judgment?"

Qian Quanxing said: "Not only did she not close her eyes after death, but the corners of her eyes cracked and bleed; she also did not close her mouth, and she never breathed out the breath of disaster in her belly; her body was dead but not stiff, but there was coldness all over her body..."

"All kinds of signs indicate that she is unwilling to die and wants to turn evil into evil!"

Yunsong remained silent.

He doesn't understand this thing.

So he changed his explanation and asked: "How did your family treat your grandson's daughter-in-law when she was alive?"

Qian Quanxing said: "Very good, treat yourself as one of our own!"

Yun Song asked again: "When giving birth, did you disobey her wishes or try to protect the baby but not the baby?"

The middle-aged man next to Qian Quanxing became a little impatient and shouted: "How could our Qian family do such a stupid thing! As long as the adults are good, they will just have children in the future. How can my family not understand such a simple truth?"

"Besides, my Qian family's grandchildren have dozens of boys. How could I force a grandson's daughter-in-law to give birth to a child even if she risked her life?"

"So whether you can do it or not, you..."

Qian Quanxing, on the other hand, is an old man and has a more stable temper.

He held down the middle-aged man and said in a deep voice: "Anjiang, please don't be rude. We forced the Taoist priest to come and help. The Taoist priest doesn't owe us anything. Instead, we got the Taoist priest into trouble. We have

Ashamed of the Taoist Priest!"

The middle-aged man was slumped and murmured: "I'm sorry."

Yun Song didn't have the same experience as him.

While asking, his eyes were not idle, and he kept looking at the layout of Qian Mansion.

Everything here felt familiar to him.

Before dawn, he traveled around the old town in the ghost form of the Luotou clan, and once visited a compound with such a large number of people coming and going.

However, in Luotou's eyes, the traces of inanimate things were vague. He didn't go out of his way to see the buildings in the compound at that time, so he didn't have a deep impression.

What impressed him most at that time was a small group of Yang Qi in the southeast corner of the courtyard. He looked to the southeast of the courtyard, where a circle of white cloth had been pulled up to block the contents inside.

He pointed to the circle of white cloth, looked at Qian Quanxing and said: "Master Qian, where is..."

"This is it," Wang Youde hurriedly pulled him and pointed to a side room and said, "Little Master, the mourning hall is here."

Qian Quanxing shook his head and said: "Mayor, the Taoist priest is right. If she is not in the mourning hall, she may want to transform into evil spirits, so we moved the coffin to the birth gate of our house to suppress her resentment with the luck of the whole family."

Qian Fusheng Gate is in the southeast corner of this courtyard.

There was a temporary circle surrounded by white cloth to hold the coffin.

When he noticed that Yun Song was looking at the circle of white cloth as soon as he entered the door, Qian Quanxing's heart ignited hope: This vain little Taoist priest knew the ropes!

The female body, mother and child are in the circle of white cloth?

Yun Song thought of the weak yang energy he saw, and an important guess suddenly appeared in his mind:

There is a living person inside the coffin. Could it be that the grandson-in-law of the Qian family is still breathing, or that a pregnant woman is dead but her fetus is still breathing?!

With the thought coming together, he hurriedly walked over and lifted up the white cloth.

What you see is a large coffin, and in the coffin lies a female corpse with a swollen belly.

Yun Song took a quick look, and the veins on his forehead jumped sharply.

The female corpse's long hair fell down, her eyes were opened angrily, her mouth was wide open, there were dried blood stains at the corners of her eyes, only a half-cut tongue remained in her mouth, and there were even more blood stains on the hem of her white robe.

As Qian Quanxing said, her sad face was a bit scary. She must have been in so much pain during the difficult delivery that she bit off her tongue and her face was so distorted.

But even so, Yunsong recognized that this woman was the woman who kept bowing and kowtowing to him in his dream!

The only difference is that this woman has a very tall belly, while the woman kowtows in the dream has a flat belly.

There is only one guess left.

The mother is indeed dead and has become a ghost.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The reason why he doesn't open his mouth to speak is that he has no tongue.

In this way, the child should still be alive in the belly, which is why he saw a small ball of yang energy here and saw a female ghost with a flat belly in his dream.

Understanding this, he quickly turned around and grabbed Wang Youde and Qian Quanxing and asked: "Is there a hospital for Westerners in this town? One that can perform caesarean sections - the kind of hospital that cuts open the belly of a pregnant woman and takes out the baby?"

Wang Youde quickly glanced at Qian Quanxing and said in a low voice: "Taoist Master, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Qian Quanxing said: "I'm afraid Western hospitals are only found in provincial towns. Not to mention our small towns in the mountains, I have never heard of them even in the county towns."

Yun Song stared at the two of them blankly.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that although Luotou could fly and was fast, he could not escape at any time.

A life is in front of him.

If he doesn't save it, it will be gone.

Moreover, a person has already lost his life for this life, and this person turned into a ghost and somehow entered his dream, begging him desperately.

His mind turned around, he clenched his fist and said to Qian Quanxing: "Master Qian, you are a sensible person, so I have something to tell you, and I can only tell you!"

Wang Youde wisely withdrew.

Yun Song didn't waste time, he said quickly: "Master Qian, your granddaughter-in-law is dead, but the child in her belly is still alive."

"So if you trust Xiaodao, then Xiaodao will use a secret technique that has never been used before to try to save this child and see if he can save his life."

"What's the price?" Qian Quanxing asked calmly.

Yun Song nodded, this is a smart person.

He said: "It may damage your granddaughter-in-law's body, but the extent of the damage will not be great, just two cuts on her lower abdomen."

"That's it?" Qian Quanxing asked.

Yunsong nodded solemnly.

Qian Quanxing said flatly: "The dead must make way for the living, not to mention that Wanwan wants the child in her belly to live more than anyone else, okay!"

Yun Song said: "Prepare a quiet room, prepare liquor, sharp knives, scissors, clips, hot water and a midwife, and then you and Xiaodao go into the house."

Clean people do things quickly.
To be continued...