Super Golden Eye

Gao Yuhua said lightly: "In fact, he still failed!"

Fang Yang said: "This is what I feel is strange. The evil ghost attracted failed to complete the task in the first time, and judging from the evil energy pulled out, it seems to have been greatly consumed!

Therefore, I deduce that there must be someone or something else secretly helping you resist the attacks of the evil spirits!

Although it was unsuccessful, it also severely damaged Li Po's vitality, causing a seemingly seamless plan to fail. But I really can’t figure it out, who is it? "

"Qiudi! It must be Qiudi! She didn't leave us, she never left us!"

Unexpectedly, Wang Siming, who had been indifferent when faced with the choice of life and death, suddenly became extremely excited at this moment, muttering to himself, and looking around as if he was looking for something.

Fang Yang asked strangely: "Who is Qiudi?"

Unfortunately, at this time, Wang Siming ignored him at all. When Gao Yuhua arrived, he answered for him: "Qiudi should be Sulan's good friend and Wang Siming's late wife."

"Dead?!" Fang Yang was stunned: "Is it the obsession after death? I wonder where Qiudi is buried? Can you take me to see it?"

Wang Siming felt like he was possessed by a demon at this time, and walked out with staggering steps. Gao Yuhua sighed softly: "If you want to see it, just follow him and you can see it."

Fang Yang took a deep look at Gao Yuhua and did not answer. Instead, he quickly followed Wang Siming, who was almost crazy.

Wang Siming, who seemed to have lost his mind, walked all the way to the back of the courtyard. Immediately I saw a new tomb erected there, with an eye-catching inscription on it: "The spirit of my late wife Wang's Qiudi" and the inscription was "The widow Wang Siming".

Unexpectedly, after Qiudi died, she was buried directly in the back garden of another courtyard! I don’t know if Wang Siming has good intentions or is it forced by the situation?

Watching Wang Siming kneeling in front of Qiu Di's tomb, he kept stroking the cold tombstone and whispering something. Fang Yang walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Uncle Third, if you want to know whether Miss Qiudi saved you, then you have to open the coffin again!"

Wang Siming, who has always been gentle and elegant, actually roared like an angry lion: "No! I won't let you disturb Qiudi! Unless I die, no one can touch her!"

Before Fang Yang could persuade him, a little maid ran over and said to Wang Siming: "Uncle, the lady has given birth to a son! Mother and son are safe!"

"Give birth?! It's a son?! I'm a father?!" After hearing the news of the child's birth, Wang Siming's eyes finally gradually regained their sanity and regained their sanity.

Fang Yang didn't want to irritate him too much, so he took the opportunity to say: "Let's go and see the child first, and we'll talk about other things later."

After saying that, Fang Yang turned around and left first, showing with his actions that he would not do one thing to his face and another behind his back.

Sure enough, Wang Siming breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fang Yang leaving first, and hurried to Wang Sulan's room behind him.

When they arrived, the child had been cleaned, fed once, and fell asleep peacefully.

Fang Yang looked at the child carefully, and it turned out that he had the appearance of a noble man and the talent of a hidden dragon. After breaking the evil spell, the black tiger next to the hidden dragon had disappeared.

Wang Siming looked at the child excitedly, and then asked in a low voice: "But why is this child so dark?"

Fang Yang said: "Whoever it is, if you can save your life after being infected by the evil spirit for a year, it is considered good. Just boil the medicinal soup I just made and give it to the child once a day for three months. After that, it should be back to normal.”

"That's good, that's good." Wang Siming's eyes were fixed on the child and couldn't leave him at all.

Fang Yang kindly reminded: "The child is fine now, but don't forget that his little life was saved by someone.

Everything follows a cycle of cause and effect. If you are not willing to repay your kindness, then this child may be implicated at some point in the future. "

Wang Siming's persistence just now was a kind of persistence and obsession for his deceased wife. But now, it involves his child's future, which makes him a little overwhelmed.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Siming reluctantly agreed: "Okay, but I have a request!"

Fang Yang felt somewhat uncomfortable. However, considering that he was Wang Qiang's third uncle, he still asked patiently: "What are your requirements?"

Wang Siming said: "Then we want Qiudi to be buried with great splendor in the Wang family's ancestral tomb!"

Fang Yang raised his eyebrows and said something wrong in his voice: "Third Uncle, for Wang Qiang's sake, I will call you Third Uncle!

Could you please consider the actual situation first before speaking? Now, if you can save a life first, it is considered a chance!

Let’s not talk about your current situation. Just say that you married the daughter of the head of the Gao family. Do you think Wang Qiang will still let Qiudi be buried in the ancestral grave? If there is, it can only be Gao Sulan! "

Wang Siming knelt down in front of Fang Yang with a plop, and kowtowed heavily again and again: "Please, I am willing to pay any price as long as Qiu Di can be buried in the Wang family's ancestral grave!"

Fang Yang quickly stepped forward to help: "Third uncle, get up and talk first. Don't be like this. We have something to discuss!"

Even though Wang Siming couldn't practice, Fang Yang really couldn't pull him up without using his true energy due to his obsession!

If he used his true energy, he was afraid that Wang Siming would be injured if he used too much force. In this entanglement, Wang Siming kept kowtowing to Fang Yang, even if his forehead became bloody and his skull was exposed, he was completely unaware!

Fang Yang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, no matter how he tried to persuade him, it was of no use. At this moment, a figure flashed across the inner room. Gao Sulan, who had just given birth to a child, appeared next to Wang Siming and supported him with tears on her face:

"Fool, why are you hurting yourself? Why don't we slowly figure out a solution regarding Sister Qiudi?"

Wang Siming's eyes were already blurred by blood, but when he heard Gao Sulan's voice, he quickly scolded: "Why did you come down? You just gave birth to a child, and you need to rest more because you are weak. If you get cold, it will last a lifetime."

Gao Sulan gently used her white sleeves to wipe the blood on Wang Siming's face: "If you have any shortcomings, isn't it a lifetime thing? Promise me, if anything happens in the future, we will bear it together, okay?"

Wang Siming held Gao Sulan's hand tightly and said solemnly: "I promise you, I will never make you sad again."

Fang Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The situation just now was really unexpected for him.

I don’t know when Gao Yuhua will appear again, but he is still so extraordinary and full of mystery:

"After seven days, you can leave the Gao family. But you have to remember one thing: after you leave, you can't come back! Also, you two have never had a child. Do you understand?"

Gao Sulan's body shook violently, and she looked at Gao Yuhua in disbelief: "Mom, what are you talking about? Do you think I have never given birth to a child? In other words, I can't see my child in the future?"

"Yes, that's what I mean." Gao Yuhua's attitude towards his daughter is not much better than towards the maid:

"Something you have to understand, every great talent that comes along, it's not just about talent."