Scholar has special ghost skills

He Yun caressed his head and sat up. Seeing the Taoist priest who had been protecting him and never let go of his hand even after he passed out, he shouted tremblingly, "Yan Junyi?!"

On the other hand, Cheng Zhiliu swallowed his saliva, looked up and caught a glimpse of the painting hanging on the wall, and unexpectedly turned into a blank sheet of paper at some point, he took a few steps back in fright, pointed at them tremblingly, "Wow, you... ...Are you people or ghosts?"

"Yan Junyi, hold on!" He Yunqing didn't care about him, he gritted his teeth and helped Yan Junyi up, "You must not die, I will take you to see a doctor right away!"

"Yan Junyi? Isn't that the name of the patriarch?!" Cheng Zhiliu was slightly startled when he heard his name called, and after a closer look, he found that the man dressed as an ancient scholar was exactly the same as the scholar in the previous painting Isn't that man covered in blood just his handsome patriarch!

Although the master has never told himself why the patriarch and a scholar are drawn together in a painting, but as a signed danmei author of the well-known Hongjiang literature website, how can they not guess the relationship between the two!

But why did they suddenly appear here, Cheng Zhiliu wondered, and had a flash of inspiration.

Could it be that because of my talents, I accidentally summoned the two of them out of the painting?

Looking back secretly, the patriarch seems to be seriously injured, and the ups and downs of his chest indicate that he should be alive!

"Well... how about we carry the patriarch to the bed first?" Cheng Zhiliu hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and asked.

He Yunqing looked at him blankly, and didn't know where he was for a while, but felt that the house was very strange, and the man in front of him was dressed strangely, but he didn't feel like a bad person. Yan Junyi was in critical condition right now, so he could only nodded.

Seeing that he agreed, Cheng Zhiliu hurried over to help him support his grandfather, and moved him to the bed in the next room.

As soon as he lay down and lay down, He Yunqing grabbed his hand with an anxious expression, "Brother, I'm not familiar with this place yet, can you call a doctor for me?"

"Uh..." Sensing the warmth of his hands, Cheng Zhiliu was sure that they were human, so he had no reason to ignore it, and said, "Okay, there's no problem with this, don't worry too much, first Take care of the patriarch here, I will go to the doctor immediately... the doctor will show him."

Then, leaving the other party in the room, he retreated and took out his mobile phone, found the number in the contact book that marked Mensao Nan, and dialed the phone.

"Six times!" After a while, the people over there seemed to be awakened from their sleep, and their anger almost rushed from their mobile phones.

Cheng Zhiliu shrunk his neck, and had a deep understanding of how terrifying the other party's getting up is, but now the situation is urgent, and he can't take care of so much, "Hey, hey~ Bai Mingli, don't hang up, I have an injured person here. A very serious patient, can you come and have a look now?"

"Cheng Zhiliu, what kind of tricks are you playing?" The other party's tone was a bit colder in vain.

Cheng Zhiliu was stunned, and immediately explained, "Oh, I'm going, can you not misunderstand me? This is my elder!"

"Then send him to the hospital!" The other party replied angrily.

"Come on~" Cheng Zhiliu lowered his voice, "I don't think it's appropriate to go to the hospital in their current condition."

"What's none of my business? Take care of your own affairs." The other party's answer was still indifferent.

"Okay, come here!" Cheng Zhiliu gritted his teeth, "I promise you, how about not wearing a condom when you do it next time? Unlock various poses?"

His response was a heavy gasp, and the other party hung up the phone.But based on his own understanding of this person, Cheng Zhiliu is 100% sure that he will come.

When he turned around and was about to go back to his room, he said to himself authentically, "Master Patriarch, when you get well, you have to help your disciple and grandson solve the disappearance of Xiaosan, otherwise I will suffer a lot this time."

As soon as he opened the door and came in, he saw the scholar sitting by the bed, staring at his grandfather's handsome face and weeping!

Can't help but sigh, the two seem to be deeply affectionate.

He Yun looked at him approaching lightly, and quickly turned his head away to wipe away his tears.I don't know what happened just now, seeing Yan Junyi was probably in excruciating pain, so I frown tightly in a coma, feeling so uncomfortable that I wish I could replace it.

Cheng Zhiliu immediately comforted him and said, "Mother Patriarch, don't worry, the doctor...that is, the doctor will come soon."

"Thank you, brother, for your help." He Yunqing quickly stood up, cupped his hands and bowed, "But He Ji, whose name is Yunqing, is not Patriarch's Wife."

How could Cheng Zhiliu dare to bear it, wouldn't this shorten his life!He hurriedly helped him to sit down and said, "Hey, there is no need to be so big, this is what I should do!"

He Yunqing somewhat does not understand why the man in front of him who is about the same age as him seems to respect him like an elder... He has obviously neither known nor seen him before.

"Don't go!" At this moment, Yan Junyi on the bed suddenly grabbed his hand, pulled it to his chest and held it tightly.

Cheng Zhiliu looked at it, and he was more sure of the intimate relationship between the two of them.

Seeing Yan Junyi like this, He Yunqing didn't think about it anymore, for fear that he would be like before, he turned to Cheng Zhiliu and asked, "Do you have warm water here? I want to clean it up for him before the doctor comes. .”

"Oh, yes, yes." Cheng Zhiliu nodded, "I'll bring it over, it's fine if you stay with the patriarch."

After all, let's prepare quickly.

As soon as she came back with water, she saw Patriarch's wife slowly undoing Patriarch's robe.

After all, he is a Danmei writer, and a restricted-level picture appeared in his brain instantly... He shook his head hurriedly, telling himself that this is not the time to think wildly.

When he came to the bedside, he saw that the palm prints on the patriarch's chest had turned black, and he couldn't help but gasped, "This injury is really serious, who did it?"

"It's all my fault." He Yun said softly, falling into incomparable self-blame, if he hadn't begged him to save Zifei, how could he be hurt like this by the ghost king.

"Uh..." For a while, Cheng Zhiliu was wondering if he had said something wrong, and if he should change the subject, the doorbell rang "Ding Dong".

"The doctor must be here, I'll open the door!" Cheng Zhiliu put down the basin and rushed out.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a slender, handsome man in a windbreaker standing outside, but there were some thick dark circles under his eyes.

"Bai Mingli, did you arrive quickly?" Cheng Zhiliu couldn't help laughing and teasing.

Bai Mingli narrowed his eyes, stepped in with two long legs, pushed him hard against the door, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know that I had surgery for three days and three nights, and I just came home this morning? "

"Hey hey..." Cheng Zhiliu hooked his neck casually, leaned into his ear and exhaled, "Didn't I say to compensate you?"