The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 93 Kill Her Again and Again
Go back to the yard immediately.

Lang Jiuchuan's words stunned everyone present. Doctor Chen's hand, which had just felt her pulse, trembled. It was over. It seemed that he couldn't feel her pulse again.

"What time is it? Why are you still so stubborn? The court physician is taking your pulse. Why are you being stubborn?" Cui was so angry that her face turned red.

"Ninth sister, don't be willful. Let the court doctor take your pulse and prescribe medicine first. You look very bad." Mrs. Wu advised dryly.

Lang Jiuchuan shook his head: "It's no use prescribing medicine. I have medicine in my hospital."

As she spoke, she pulled her hand back, stood up, pushed Wu away, and in front of everyone's stunned gazes, she tried to force her way out with unsteady steps.

This evil!
Cui's eyes turned red with anger.

Wu looked at her and chased after her: "Ninth sister..."

After being the daughter-in-law of the Lang family for several years, I thought that the sister-in-law in the eldest house was a troublesome person, but I didn't expect that there was an even more troublesome person in the next room. But I couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

Wu caught up with Lang Jiuchuan, and repeatedly ordered the maid to call a strong servant to carry Lang Jiuchuan back, otherwise, given her current condition, she might collapse halfway.

Although Lang Jiuchuan was weak, he knew that he was not that weak. It was mainly because he was fighting with others from a distance and wasting his magic power that made him look so ugly.

But the people in this family were unaware of the situation. They only saw the surface and were afraid that Lang Jiuchuan would not make it, so they forcibly carried her back.

Cui was stunned and it took her a long time to catch up, not forgetting to bring the court doctor with her.

Doctor Chen: This Ninth Miss is really the most difficult one to serve in the mansion, and she is still disobedient.

Lang Jiuchuan returned to the courtyard and went straight into the study. Seeing Wu following him in, he had to take out the pills he had made earlier, swallowed one, and secretly practiced his internal energy to urge the blood to rush to his head.

Her face suddenly became rosy again.

Wu: “!”

Is this some kind of magic elixir?
"Sister-in-law, after taking this medicine, you need to sleep to better stimulate the effect. Sorry I can't receive you." Lang Jiuchuan picked up a bracelet on the desk and stuffed it into her hand: "Thank you, this bracelet is for Xuan'er to play with."

With that, she pushed her out and slammed the door.

Mrs. Wu held the bracelet and looked at the locked door. She blinked. Why did it seem so unreal?
She looked down at the bracelet she was holding, her eyes widened. It was a bracelet with eighteen pink tourmalines, each bead was round and crystal clear, and the pendant was a jade ruyi knot hung with gold and silver threads, and the carving was extremely exquisite.

Is it a gift from the Shen family or the Zhao family? They also received a gift from the Ninth Miss. I heard that except for the father-in-law, grandmother and second aunt, no one else came.

No, this is her thank you gift.

Wu pursed her lips. She just did what a housekeeper's wife should do, and the other party gave her a valuable bracelet.

It was said that she grew up in Zhuangzi, was rude and ignorant of etiquette, and many servants in the mansion looked down on her, not to mention her masters who had been living a life of luxury in Wujing.

But don’t you know etiquette?

That may not be the case at the moment.

"What about her?"

Cui's voice sounded behind her. Wu came to her senses and turned around to reply, "Second Aunt, Ninth Sister has taken the medicine and is lying down. Her complexion has also improved visibly. You don't have to worry."

Cui frowned, obviously not believing it. She even looked at the bracelet in Wu's hand, wondering if her niece-in-law was taking advantage of her and speaking for her.

Mrs. Wu was a little embarrassed and said, "My ninth sister gave it to Xuan'er to play with. Second aunt, I would never dare to joke about my ninth sister's health. Her complexion is really much better. I just don't know what medicine she took, it's very effective."

Cui remembered that Jianlan once said that Lang Jiuchuan wrote a prescription and prepared the medicine himself, and Nanny Gu also said that there was a smell of medicine in the courtyard in the past two days. Could it be that she really knows how to do this?
But she has been raised on the farm, how could she know these things?
Cui looked at the tightly closed study door and felt that the person inside was more and more mysterious.

"Since she doesn't appreciate it, forget it." Cui turned and left. When she passed by Chen, the doctor carrying a medicine box, she called him away. Wu sighed.

Why did a mother and daughter become so estranged from each other?
This also made her reflect on herself and realized that she and Xuan'er must not do this.

In the study room.

Lang Jiuchuan summoned the judge's pen, pulled out a piece of yellow paper, and without opening the cinnabar, he bit his fingertip and used his blood to make the talisman.

When the talisman appeared, she chanted a few complicated spells and then slammed it hard on her own spiritual platform.

Nourishing.

When the talisman touched the spirit altar, it ignited without fire. The golden light penetrated into the spirit altar and went straight into her soul.

"Pull it out of the way."

Feeling a strong evil energy invading the divine palace in vain, pressing down like a tidal wave, his spiritual consciousness subconsciously resisted it completely. When he heard Lang Jiuchuan's words, he immediately dodged and wrapped himself up with his willpower.

That evil force, like a thousand pounds of force, smashed heavily into Lang Jiuchuan's soul.

Jiang Che was horrified: "You are crazy!"

Could this lunatic not be so crazy? He is using this idea of hurting himself by 1800 yuan. Does he really think that dying is not fast enough?

"I don't know where the other party is hiding. He can hook my soul, so he must be using the right way of Taoism. If I fight him slowly from a distance, it will only waste my magic power. If the magic power is gone, my body will rot even in the winter." Lang Jiuchuan said in a cold voice: "He has detained my soul, so let him try to be bitten by my soul. This blood evil talisman has my blood. You will follow it and find that thing. I want to see who wants me to die again and again!"

No matter if it was her or the original owner, once they attacked her, they would just kill and kill again.

The general was startled.

But when she saw the mighty righteousness contained in Gangsha hitting her soul, she suddenly stiffened, her body hunched over, and her soul was in great pain. But because of this, Gangsha fiercely severed the connection between her soul and the things of the person who performed the ritual. Instead, she was no longer connected and was firmly rooted in the divine palace again.

"It's now."

When Jiang Che heard this, he looked over and saw blood gathered into threads, extending into the distance, as if connected to somewhere.

It disappeared into the study.

Lang Jiuchuan's face turned pale, and with trembling hands he took out another medicine talisman, drew a talisman to calm the mind and soul for himself, then sat cross-legged and walked the Great Circulation.

She directed the talisman power to her limbs and bones, then gathered at the top of her head, and pressed it towards the soul in her spirit platform, over and over again.

At that time, in an ordinary courtyard somewhere in Wujing, a middle-aged man in a black robe was sitting cross-legged on the ground, muttering spells, and the magic bell in his hand was shaking from time to time. In front of him was a magic circle painted with cinnabar, with a basin of water in it, and in front of the basin there was a rag doll with his birth date pasted on it.

After Lang Jiuchuan ruthlessly cut off the Thousand Mile Soul-Snatching Technique in a life-threatening manner, the magic circle exploded with a loud bang.

The formation is destroyed and the magic is broken, backlash is imminent.

The evil energy, along with a bloody sword net, pressed down on the man's head.

puff.

"Ah." The man wearing the mitre let out a shrill scream, raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell to the ground. His originally jet-black hair turned white bit by bit.

The man held his aching chest and looked into the distance, his eyes filled with inexplicable horror: "How could this happen!"

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