blood fox

Chapter 45 Fa Xuanming

I didn't meet many people in the hospital, but listening to the voice on the phone, I was really familiar with it.

Seeing that Ling Yuan could hear it, he felt his heart tense for an instant.

In a blink of an eye, he looked at the threads of blood attached to the wall, and glanced at Ling Yuan: "Can you say it?"

"Who is it?" Seeing that Ling Yuan and I had guessed it, Qin Yangyu directly leaned over, stared at me and said, "Do you know this caller?"

I'm not sure how good the sound insulation effect of the two bloody strands that look as thin as hair is.

But I vaguely know that what happened to me in the hospital may really have something to do with her.

But she belongs to Hu Sanniang, and Hu Sanniang is from Ling Yuan's clan, so I just looked at Ling Yuan.

"It's Zhou Ya." Ling Yuan took the initiative to speak, and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid all the things in the hospital were done by her hands."

"Who is Zhou Ya?" Qin Yangyu frowned and looked at me.

I haven't finished my drip yet, and I have a lot of time, so I will tell you everything about Zhou Ya.

"Then it's possible that on the day that thing at Sidong pretended to be Yang Hui and was carried to the hospital by you, she was..." Qin Yangyu smacked his lips, as if he couldn't find the right words.

"Manipulation." Ling Yuan took the conversation and said with a sneer: "No wonder I'm still curious, this gold collar was handed over to you by her, and she turned it around in her hand, why is she all right?"

I took a look at things related to Zhou Ya, maybe even Luo Mei's appearance on my floor was all Zhou Ya's handwriting.

Otherwise, how did Luo Mei come here from her ward in a wheelchair?
That beef bone stick, someone has to deliver it to Luo Mei, right?
"Then what should we do?" Qin Yangyu glanced at Ling Yuan, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that something happened to that little fox fairy Hu Sanniang, and she never came back."

I suddenly remembered that after Hu Sanniang left, I called Zhou Ya and asked her to contact Hu Sanniang. After all, I didn't have Hu Sanniang's contact information, but Zhou Ya just said something urgent and couldn't come back.

He never looked for me again, and even said that he took care of me on behalf of Hu Sanniang, and never appeared again.

At first, I thought it was because Officer Ding was guarding outside, but now it seems that she is trying to do something behind the scenes.

These are also Ling Yuan's subordinates, so Qin Yangyu and I looked at Ling Yuan for a moment.

Beating a dog depends on the owner, let alone an individual.

But he just let out a cold snort, lightly flicked his fingertips, and a thread of blood rose from his fingertips, his face showed the viciousness that he had in the forensic building yesterday.

Immediately, the image of bloody threads sweeping across the battlefield flashed through my mind.

He coughed lowly: "Is she being manipulated by something? Or is she possessed by Sidong's thing? Didn't that thing come out as a fake Yang Hui? Do you want to take the opportunity to lure her out?"

One can be saved.

Ling Yuan gave a low laugh, shook his hand, and said in a low voice: "Just as you said, save that thing to come out first."

Qin Yangyu nodded immediately: "If it is lured out, how likely is Ling Yuanjun to destroy that thing?"

"It can't be destroyed. You can ask your senior brother, can you destroy him with all you have in your sect?" Ling Yuan glanced at Qin Yangyu.

Wrapping his sleeves, he said in a cold voice: "If it weren't for your Taoist sect with no successors, how could I and Yun Miao..."

When Ling Yuan said this, he swallowed the words immediately, and just sighed deeply: "As long as it is lured out, I will have a way to deal with him, at least let him stop making trouble in a short period of time."

Mentioning his senior brother, and Ling Yuan's words were a bit complaining.

Qin Yangyu's gaze sank, he twisted his shoulders, as if feeling pain in his back, and stopped discussing what Sidong was.

Shen looked at Ling Yuan, his eyes flickered, he glanced at me, and then looked at the note on the drip bottle: "There are still three bottles to be filled."

I just hummed lightly, knowing what Ling Yuan meant.

He won't say what that thing in Sidong is, how it came about, what it has to do with me, or what it has to do with Ling Yuan.

He just wants to deal with it himself, and he doesn't want us to participate in it at all.

Judging from what Qin Yangyu meant, his senior brother also told him not to participate.

There was silence again in the ward, everyone had their own concerns.

During that time, I asked Ling Yuan what was controlling Zhou Ya and those people in Lingyun Community.

The people in Lingyun Community are all ordinary people, but Zhou Ya is related to Hu Sanniang and knows Qianhu Tomb, so she has some skills, so how could she be manipulated so easily?
Qin Yangyu also checked the people in Lingyun Community, but did not find the reason for being manipulated.

But Ling Yuan just flicked his fingers and said in a deep voice, "It's better not to know."

Having said this, Qin Yangyu immediately laughed at himself again: "We are soft-spoken, and we really can't participate in these big things."

Then he held the phone and sent something, then winked at me, and went to the door to make a call.

Ling Yuan knew it, but didn't cooperate, it was really troublesome.

I didn't even want to ask any more questions. I was a little full after eating, and it would be almost ten o'clock after I finished the drip. I couldn't just lie down, so I just stood by the bed and walked back and forth.

In order not to wait until the next time I get up, my hands and feet will be stiff and dizzy.

When Qin Yangyu came back from the phone call, he was still very busy, holding his mobile phone to send messages from time to time, but he still glanced at the IV bottle from time to time to help me.

Ling Yuan was very calm, standing by the window and still staring outside, as if the fixed scenery outside the window was very beautiful, very beautiful.

"How is Hu Sanniang?" I was tired from walking, and I leaned against the bed again, thinking that Hu Sanniang's condition seemed to be serious, otherwise, because of her fear of Ling Yuan, she wouldn't have come back for so long.

Ling Yuan just squinted his eyes, looked at me and said: "When you see Xuan Ming, the matter here is settled, you go to her."

As he spoke, he glanced at Qin Yangyu: "You go with her."

Qin Yangyu let out a low sigh, and wanted to say something, but Ling Yuan gave him a glare, and nodded immediately: "Anyway, I want to look at Yun Miao, to see the little fox fairy, it's nothing."

I always feel strange, it seems that Ling Yuan is really spying on me.

But I'm embarrassed to ask again.

After the drip was finished, one of Qin Yangyu's nephews gave us two insulated boxes of health-preserving medicinal food, and drove Qin Yangyu and me to Lingyun Community by the way, and told us about the situation there.

Master Xuanming, with the monks from Xilin Temple, has set up magic circles in eight directions in the four buildings of Lingyun Community, and the altar will be opened as soon as we go.

I was carrying a black umbrella and a beef bone stick, holding the insulated box, smelling the smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the car, and I felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach.

Qin Yangyu took a sip by himself, then glared at me and said, "Drink quickly!"

The nephew driving the car glanced at me curiously in the rearview mirror, but immediately turned his head back.

I drank a full stomach of herbal soup, and when I arrived at Lingyun Community, I saw that the entire community was sealed off, and outsiders were not allowed to enter or leave.

It was only when I got out of the car that I realized what it means to set up a magic circle.

The entire four buildings, and the eight directions below, are all equipped with magic circles, and even the roof is covered with bright yellow banners written in Sanskrit.

As I was watching, I saw a mage with white beard and hair, wearing an old cassock, and holding a tin staff with nine rings, striding over.

Judging by his appearance, he should be Xuan Ming.

When Qin Yangyu and his nephew saw him approaching, they quickly held hands and bowed.

But before Xuanming approached, he handed the tin stick to the little novice behind him from a distance, then put his hands together and bowed to salute me.

Then he stood up slightly, spread his palms upwards, then slowly folded his palms together, took a step forward, and saluted again.

When he was doing this, his eyes were solemn and gentle, but he looked at me with respect and compassion, and there was an indescribable meaning on his face...

(End of this chapter)