My Master is Lin Zhengying

As soon as Nan Chen entered the room, he saw a middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman was lying on the side of the bed, relatively obese.

It's not much different from Mr. Zhao's body shape.

But now, his eyes were red and swollen, and his face was sad.

Behind him stood a young woman, probably a maid.

Seeing Uncle Jiu and others coming, he got up quickly:

"Nine, Uncle Nine, you have to save my son!

He is only 20 years old, and he was going to get married next month..."

Mrs. Zhao was crying and crying, very sad.

Uncle Jiu didn't finish speaking, but just walked over to the bed.

Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng also walked over.

But as soon as he got to the bed, he was startled by the man on the bed.

I saw the man on the bed, his complexion was sallow and thin, his eyes were sunken and dark.

The arm that exposed the quilt was so thin that there was only a layer of skin left.

Even the hair on the head has fallen a lot and looks very sparse.

Breathing is also very weak.

Like a dying old man, time is running out.

It's hard to imagine seeing such a scene.

This is just a young guy of 20 years old.

Wen Cai exclaimed even more:

"It's over, I'm so thin, I'm afraid I can't be saved!"

When Master Zhao and Mrs. Zhao heard this, their faces changed suddenly in fright:

"Ah! I, my son is hopeless?"

"Nine, Uncle Nine, you must think of a way!"

Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai at this moment.

Wen Cai was so frightened that he hurriedly turned his head away, knowing that he had said the wrong thing again.

At the same time he said:

"Master Zhao and Mrs. Zhao don't worry, the poor will find a way."

Nan Chen, on the other hand, was carefully observing Mr. Zhao.

At the same time, he turned his back to Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao and asked:

"How much did Mr. Zhao weigh before?"

Master Zhao let out a long sigh:

"Three days ago, my son weighed more than 170 kilograms, which is considered fat.

But, but this is it.

In just a few days, it has become like this..."

Master Zhao was heartbroken.

Mrs. Zhao couldn't suppress it even more, and immediately cried loudly:

"My son, my son.

You can't leave your mother behind!

If you go, I don't want to live for my mother. "

After speaking, she lay down beside the man's bed and cried again.

The maid next to her and Mr. Zhao couldn't persuade her.

Nan Chen raised his eyebrows and made a judgment.

At this moment, he whispered to Uncle Jiu:

"Master, if I'm not mistaken.

Mr. Zhao is probably haunted by monsters.

Moreover, he was also sucked in the energy of essence.

If this continues, he may die..."

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Chapter 62 Waiting for a Rabbit

Nan Chen spoke with a serious face.