Lord Huo picked up a real princess

Chapter 201 You are sick because of me right?

As usual, Huo Musheng went up the mountain before dawn. At that time, the dark clouds in the sky showed a little pale, like arrow feathers about to break through the bondage.

The rest of the people were waiting at the foot of the mountain, only Huo Musheng got out of the car and walked up the only mountain road.

After walking for about 10 minutes, I walked to the outside of the house where Puji used to put the transit lights.

He stood for a while before going in.

The house has no windows and is airtight on all sides. It stands to reason that if the door is closed, there will be no wind to enter.

But the two red candles lit on the table shook frequently.

It's frightening.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the candlestick, Puji's face was contrasted with red and black, he didn't turn his head when he heard the sound, and said leisurely: "Today is the last day of burning, ask your master to boil it."

Huo Musheng stood at the back, looking solemnly at the burning candle, and after a while he gave a soft "hmm", waiting for Puji to fold the drawn talisman papers one by one and put them away. Into the flickering burning lamp.

As soon as the flame touched the talisman paper, it emitted a hot and bright flame, and quickly burned the red and yellow paper.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Huo Musheng lowered his eyes, but couldn't suppress the gloom in his heart, and sighed.

Puji said, "Okay."

Huo Musheng didn't say much, turned around and walked down the mountain. There was already a car waiting there, and when he saw Huo Musheng's figure, he hurried up to meet him.

"Uncle, how is it?"

Huo Musheng glanced at him, speechless.

What can I do?Who can stop what Huo Yin is going to do.

The car drove all the way down the mountain, and the places it passed were full of spring and green grass, but Huo Musheng's mood was still not cheerful.

But when he returned to Huo Yin's current temporary residence, he immediately put away his worried and gloomy look, and respectfully said to Wanwan and Milk in the living room: "Miss Qin."

Wanwan swallowed the milk in her mouth, "Morning, Uncle Huo."

"Morning, where is Mr. Huo?"

"Are you in a hurry?" Wanwan glanced at the room, "He is asleep."

Fell asleep?
Huo Musheng's expression darkened a bit, but he didn't show any clues in front of Wan Wan.

"fine."

Wanwan also happened to have finished her breakfast, stood up after rinsing her mouth, and was about to go back to her room: "Then you can find Huo Yin when he wakes up."

"it is good."

Huo Musheng watched Wanwan enter the room.

The little girl's footsteps were very light, even opening the door deliberately lightly, but how could such a sound escape Huo Yin's ears?

People who have been in deep danger all year round, even if they are asleep, they still listen to all directions, and they will be alerted by a slight movement.

Huo Yin didn't wake up, a tall man of nearly 1.9 meters was lying curled up on his side, his brows and eyes were closed, and his lips were so pale that there was almost no color.

He always frowned when he fell asleep, as if he had something to worry about when he was asleep.

Wanwan gently squatted down beside the bed, her eyes fell on the corners of his lips, her expression a little dazed.

She doesn't know much, but that doesn't mean she's a fool.

If a person is not sick, how can he have such a face?
Wanwan went to ask Lian Yazhi: "Sister Yazhi, you know more than I do, can you tell me what's wrong with Huo Yin?"

Even Yazhi couldn't explain why, but under Wanwan's stubborn and clear eyes, he told her a story.

Strictly speaking, these are strange stories of feudal superstition.

Since ancient times, there have been many strange folk remedies among the people, such as babies crying and sleepless at night, because they are simple and easy to operate, and they do not hurt anyone or benefit themselves, so there is no need to cover them up.

But some are truly inhumane.

Even Yazhi would know this because of that sick child Cen Chen, and for that sick child Cen Chen, the Cen family has done everything in medical superstition.

A feng shui master the Cen family found once said that some people are born with hard life and can overcome all evils, while some people have weak luck and will easily collide with some unclean things.

The unclean things here are not all ghosts, monsters, bulls and snakes, but some magnetic fields that are not good for people, such as certain haunted houses, some people live in it, and some people pass by during the day, and they may have nightmares at night.

The world is so big, there are countless mysterious things.

The Feng Shui master said that if there is a person with strong luck and hard fate who is willing to share his luck, block these evil spirits, and transfer all the bad things to him, then it is equivalent to the party with weak luck. So he changed his fate against the sky.

It's just that there are not many people with strong luck in this world, and there are even fewer who can act as evil spirits for others.

Because of the division of luck, oneself will also be affected, ranging from loss of luck to loss of life.

When Lian Yazhi spoke, Wanwan was silent for a long time.

Lian Yazhi said: "I'm just telling you a story, as for the truth, none of us know, maybe... maybe we think too much."

Not thinking too much.

Wanwan is very clear, not thinking too much.

She knew her body best. The old master of the Great Zhou had seen her face once. When he was talking, his father asked him to go to the outer hall to talk. Out of curiosity, Wan Wan quietly hid behind the door.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, everyone believed in the gods, and they also believed in the orders of the warlocks.

Warlocks are not shy about talking about good or bad.

The old master said: "My apprentice was right back then, Princess Zhaohe died young, medicine and stones can't heal."

At that time, the atmosphere was a little heavy. Wan Wan stood at the door and didn't hear the father and Huanyu for a long time. Noble man, if we can meet, maybe everything will turn around."

"really?"

The old master said again: "But the chances are slim, we can only pray for the mercy of God."

Thinking about it now, the old national teacher is the most effective, isn't Huo Yin her noble man?
He had saved her many times in the Great Zhou, and in this era, she also lived under his protection.

Wanwan felt that she was really useless, and her eyes couldn't help getting wet when she thought about it.

Huo Yin was originally unconscious, trapped in a chaotic darkness, and suddenly heard some small sounds, very soft, but he still couldn't help the pain in his heart.

He opened his eyes.

Seeing Wanwan squatting in front of the bed, she didn't know what she was sad about at the moment, her chin rested on her knees, and tears were still hanging from her long black eyelashes.

Huo Yin stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand fell gently on her dejected head.

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of deliberate softness: "Wanwan, why are you crying?"

Wanwan raised her eyes and looked into his eyes, not knowing what she was sad about, but she just snuggled up to him cautiously.

She always liked to get into his arms, but this time she took the initiative to open her arms and hugged him carefully.

"Huo Yin, you are sick because of me, right?"

Huo Yin concealed the expression in his eyes, "What silly things are you talking about, I'm just a little tired."

Seeing him dodging, Wan Wan stretched out her hand to hold his cheek, telling him to look straight at her, to look at him stubbornly.

"Huo Yin, is it because I'm right?"

(End of this chapter)