C3 On the upper part of the ghost's body, remembering an old Taoist …

With my ankle being pulled by this force, I could only feel a strong force forcefully pulling me towards the bottom of the water. Every time I struggled, I felt the strength in my legs increase by a bit, but my strength was getting weaker and weaker.

Finally, with the last of my strength exhausted, I felt my vision go black, and my body sagged as I let myself be dragged deeper into the pool by the thing that had wrapped around my ankle.

Under the last sliver of consciousness, I felt as if something scalded my chest and my consciousness suddenly cleared up. Then, I felt something loosen up on my ankle. Two pairs of warm hands pulled me up.

After an unknown period of time, he heard crying beside his ear in a daze. When I opened my eyes, I saw my sister with a handkerchief in her hand.

"Young mistress!"

I had just opened my mouth to say one word when I suddenly felt a chill in my heart. My body spasmed and my vision went dark. The feeling of drowning being surrounded by death entered my mind ?

"Giggle."

In a daze, a burst of laughter sounds by my ear. I turned my head with much difficulty, but didn't discover anything.

"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded. I looked towards the direction of the voice and saw a child with only half of his head and blue eyes appear before me.

"AHH!"

I cried out in fright and began kicking wildly on the bed, knocking the covers off my feet.

"Qing Waer, baby!"

Hearing my parents' shouts, I opened my eyes for a moment. I gave my parents a vague look, muttered the word 'ghost' to myself, and closed my eyes again. When I tried to open my eyes again, it was as though my eyelids had become a thousand pounds heavy. No matter how hard I tried, I was unable to open my eyes.

"I can't take it anymore, I'll take Qing Waer to the clinic in the village!"

"But the sky is about to turn dark!"

"Sigh, I can't care so much anymore!"

This was the last conversation I heard.

Then my father carried me to the clinic that night, and my mother ran after me. She gave me some western medicine and gave it to me to drink, because it was getting dark, and the doctor told my parents to spend the night at the clinic.

I had been unconscious for a long time, but I could still feel a little bit of it clearly in my mind. I could vaguely hear my mother crying, the sound of my father's footsteps pacing back and forth, and the sound of the doctor's sighing. It was unknown how long it took before I heard a voice say, "Hey, there's no other way. Get ready!"

"I'm kneeling down to you, you have to save my kid, my family has only one child!" My dad's voice sounded.

"Sigh, quickly get up. I really have no other choice, but, forget it. How about this, say something that shouldn't be said. Do you know of the old Daoist Priest from the neighboring village, Old Cang Shan?"

When my father heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then said that he knew, it was that crazy old man who used to see him wandering here often.

"That's right, it's him. Maybe you guys can go find him for a while. A few years ago, he gave me a prescription that's very useful. I'll just say it all. Think about it." "Right, he seems to be near the Old Cang Mountains."

The old doctor said nothing after that, but what he said gave my parents hope that this old doctor, who was originally a medical professor at the university, would come down to us after he had been involved in politics.

And the old Taoist he was talking about brought my parents' memories back to eight years ago.

Eight years ago, when I was just born, I was just born. At the full moon, there was a full moon wine, and my father invited a lot of people, even though it was difficult, but my family still killed a pig. It can be seen how much hope my family had for my son.

At that time, there were a dozen or so tables outside my yard, and it was very lively. Just as lunch was about to start, an old man suddenly walked into my house.

This old man had a bun on his head and was wearing a green robe. He held a horsetail whisk in his hand and had his legs tied up. He was wearing the standard Daoist attire and was at the heart of the struggle.

However, as already mentioned, the impact to our sect wasn't too great. Thus, when everyone saw this old man in green, they were only shocked for a moment and didn't do anything else.

At that time, my parents were also happy, and the villagers were simple and honest. Since they came, they naturally had to entertain them, and the old Daoist was also unrestrained. He chatted with the villagers, and when they asked him where he came from, he just said, "I've always been here." He asked where he was going, and the only thing he could do was to go.

He was pretending to be unfathomable.

But after dinner, when everyone had dispersed, this old Daoist found my parents and asked them about the details of the day I was born. My parents are also honest farmers, so when this Taoist asked, they just said it directly.

After the old cultivator heard this, he closed his eyes, reached out, and stroked his short beard, then softly said, "There are all five elements, and life is hard, but they are people who are related to the six families.

"You old Taoist, what are you talking about!"

When my father heard this, he immediately became angry. Who would allow others to say such things about their son?

Since the birth of this child, your mother has been feeling unwell and has had nightmares all night long. As for you, although your Yang Fire is powerful and you have nothing to do during the day, as long as it is around three in the night, you will feel a chill in your body and always feel like this child is crying. This humble Taoist has always been unable to hold back from getting angry at this child, am I right? "" I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? I ? "

If it was about my mother, he could hear it from the neighbors, but how could this old Daoist know that he was always cold and had an inexplicable anger towards me? He had never told this to anyone, how could this old Daoist know?

"Forget about it. I won't say much. I'll just say a few words. This child's life can be long or short. Without a parent's fate, you better take care of yourselves."

With that, he left without even turning his head back.

But before he left, he took out a round piece of jade from his bosom and gave it to my father, who put it on me.

After my father took it from me, he only felt that the jade was extremely warm. In this cold winter, he felt that his entire body was warm.

My father was shocked by this piece of jade's effect. When he raised his head, the old Daoist Priest had already disappeared.