Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Chapter 640 Scared

Hearing that Yan Qingyun was still alive, Yan Zhiyuan was very irritable. What kind of monster is that? Why isn't it dead? It's not dead!

Yan Zhiyuan suppressed his irritable mood and asked, "Has he become strange? Are you sure you can see clearly?"

A person, how can he not die in a good manner? Yan Zhiyuan suspected that the servants had misread it, whether there would be a change, but it was not discovered. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was so.

Yan Zhiyuan stared at the servant: "Go in and take a look, take a closer look, and see if his nails have grown longer, whether his teeth have grown, and see if there are any strange things growing on his limbs, go!"

The servants did not dare to disobey Yan Zhiyuan's order, even though they had already checked it once, after listening to Yan Zhiyuan's order, they still turned back, re-entered the room, and checked Yan Qingyun's body again.

Yan Zhiyuan's atrocities have caused dissatisfaction among many servants in the mansion, but no one dared to speak out.

Even if they are slaves, they will always be humbled by others, but if the master's house closes down, they will step on it when the hatred is too deep.

It is precisely because of the bad life in the Lord's house that the olive branches or poisonous branches that come in from outside are easy to be grasped by them.

A storm was already gathering, but Yan Zhiyuan hadn't noticed it yet.

Yan Qingyun had only one breath left, and he didn't give him any water, and he was already a little out of shape.

Yan Zhiyuan was walking back and forth outside, and when the servant came out, he hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

Did it grow long nails, or pointy teeth, or turned into a monster anyway.

The servants lowered their heads and replied: "My lord, the lord is the same as before, there is no change, and his breath is very weak."

The breathing is very weak, and it takes a long time to see the chest rise and fall, just in one breath, but it doesn't die.

Yan Zhiyuan was very skeptical, did the servant make a mistake?

He looked at the sky, and now the sky is blue and bright, so demons and ghosts should have some scruples.

Yan Zhiyuan said coldly, "Go and open the windows, take a few bronze mirrors, and reflect the sun into the house."

All evil things are afraid of the sun, if he uses the sun too much, Yan Qingyun will definitely die.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhiyuan gave orders.

The scorching sun shone into the house through the bronze mirror, brightening the entire dark room.

Yan Zhiyuan just entered the house.

He stood a little further away and observed Yan Qingyun carefully.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but the more he looked at it, he felt that Yan Qingyun was like that evil spirit, which made him tremble.

Yan Qingyun smiled, and that smile made Yan Zhiyuan feel very dazzling. He knew that his father was mocking him for his incompetence. He was suppressed by him before, but now that he is lying down, he is still suppressed by him.

"Why on earth didn't you die?"

Yan Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and asked.

He wanted to know the answer. If Yan Qingyun survived like this, he didn't know what to do.

He was scared, he didn't dare to give him something to eat, because he was afraid that he would not die after eating, but Yan Qingyun would lose weight if he didn't eat, his skin seemed to be tightly attached to the bone, it looked very terrible.

The sun shone on Yan Qingyun, but he didn't see Yan Qingyun showing pain.

Yan Zhiyuan clenched his fists, and went to get some cinnabar, glutinous rice, and rune copper coins. All kinds of things that could exorcise evil spirits were piled on Yan Qingyun's bed, but Yan Qingyun didn't show any expression of fear or suffering.

Two days later, Yan Zhiyuan was going crazy. After the fifteenth day, Yan Qingyun was still alive and kept asking for leave. The emperor will definitely pay attention to it, and the imperial doctor will come to see him.

what to do?

He used everything he could think of, including hiring some capable people to do it, but Yan Qingyun didn't show any abnormalities at all. He still looked like he was dying but couldn't. He was even thinner and took off a lot. hair.

He is like a withered and dry branch, lifeless and ugly.

Yan Zhiyuan was too anxious to eat anymore, his mouth was blistered, and he wanted to strike again many times, but he stopped at the door and dared not go in.

On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, Yan Zhiyuan had a dream.

In his dream, he dreamed of the little Taoist priest he drove away on the first day of junior high school, and what happened that day was replayed in his dream.

After Yan Zhiyuan woke up, he had an epiphany.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, and shouted in a panic, "Come here, come here, prepare the car, I want to leave the house!"

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, he must go to Su's house. Didn't the trail say that he came here to end a relationship?

If it was before, Yan Zhiyuan would never believe it, but now, he is not sure. To be honest, he already regrets doing such a thing before Yan Qingyun's death, but it is too late to regret it. I did everything I shouldn't have done.

Yan Qingyun couldn't stop getting angry, and he was also afraid.

Now, as long as Yan Qingyun can break his breath, he thinks he can do anything.

Yan Zhiyuan left the residence in the middle of the night and hurried to the Su residence. He calmed down and ordered to his followers: "Go and call the door."

The genius was slightly bright, and the servant stepped forward to knock on the door, and the door opened.

After Niu Zai came out of the door and closed the door gently, he stopped not far from Yan Zhiyuan.

Seeing him, Yan Zhiyuan was startled, broke out in cold sweat, and stuttered a little: "You, you know I'm coming?"

Why he came at this time, and the cow cub came out at this time, this is too coincidental, the coincidence is unbelievable.

Niu Zai saluted Yan Zhiyuan, and then said calmly: "Fate told me, but it's different now. Last time I came to the door, I could help people get rid of obsessions without anything from you. Today I am I can't help you in vain."

Yan Zhiyuan frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want? Tell me."

This matter is too mysterious, he can't solve it by himself, and he doesn't dare to delay any longer, who knows if the old monster will live forever, if he can live forever, then he will be in the mansion, how terrible it is.

Yan Zhiyuan didn't dare to think, as long as he could send Yan Qingyun away now, there was nothing he couldn't agree to.

Niu Zai smiled, looked in Yan Zhiyuan's direction and said, "I want you to shed tears of fear."

"what?"

Yan Zhiyuan frowned.

The cowboy smiled deeply: "After I take this tear, you can completely get rid of the shadow brought by your father. For the rest of your life, you will never be afraid of him, whether it is during his life or after his death."

Yan Zhiyuan's expression was a bit unnatural, he was actually a blind man in front of him, but this blind man seemed to see through him.

It was just a tear, Yan Zhiyuan didn't hesitate long, and agreed: "Yes, I'll just give it to you, you can follow me now."

That old thing, he really didn't want to see him again for a moment.

Yan Zhiyuan invited the cow boy into the carriage, and the cow boy asked Yan Zhiyuan to close his eyes.

Yan Zhiyuan was depressed, what was this for, he only heard something ringing next to his ears, and he seemed to be frozen.