Wang Youde was very sad.

He felt that the little real person was tall and majestic, and his image of sacrificing himself to save others was a little collapsed in his heart.

Qian Quanxing simply grabbed Yun Song's wrist and said, "Master, there are no temples in the old town in the deep mountains here, and now you are the only one who can help us."

"You can go home and have a look. We don't have much time left for us. Once the mother and son become evil, something big will happen then!"

Yun Song was helpless. He was so weak that he was dragged and pulled out of the door.

Wang Youde felt distressed when he saw it, and shouted: "Little Zhenren is too weak and can't run fast. I have a rickshaw in my house, so let Xiao Zhenren take the car..."

Yunsong was overjoyed when he heard this.

He thought that Wang Youde's family had a car imported from the West, but it was a rickshaw. He knew that the rickshaw was also called a rickshaw at the earliest because it was transmitted from the East.

However, Wang Youde launched a bicycle...

Classic 28 big bar!

Qian Quanxing helped him get into the back seat of the car, and the group rushed to Nan Street in a hurry.

Pedestrians on the road looked at each other.

The common people have not seen the scene of aisle sitting in the back seat of a foreign car with legs.

Yunsong has no hope of living all the way.

He could only comfort himself, but fortunately he was sitting on the beam of the car, otherwise he would have died of the community.

The wealth of the Qian family is still above Wang Youde. Their house is about the same size as that of the Wang family, but Qian family is on the main street, which is equivalent to a luxury house in the CBD area.

A circle of white silk cloth was hung on the plaque with the "Qian Mansion" written at the door of the house, and stone lions on both sides were also covered with white cloth, and pedestrians wearing mourning clothes came and went.

As soon as Yun Song entered the door, a strong smell of ashes came to his face.

There was a faint sob in the room, and Qian Quanxing's face turned dark and said in a low voice: "Who is still crying? Don't cry without my permission!"

The young man behind Yun Song pushed him and said, "Master, please help."

He spoke very politely, but his tone was already very casual.

Obviously he has no hope for Yun Song.

The others look similar.

A dead horse is a living horse.

Yunsong is a kind BOY and doesn't care about their bad attitude.

It is normal for people to have a happy family to have funerals, and it is a big joy that makes them one corpse and two lives a life-threatening situation.

Now that he has arrived at the door of his house, he has to find a way to help.

So he asked, "Master Qian, what is the basis for your judgment?"

Qian Quanxing said: "After she died, she not only did not close her eyes, but instead had cracked the corners of her eyes and bleeding; she did not close her mouth, and she never vomited a breath of disaster in her abdomen; her body died without stiffness, but she had cold air all over her body..."

"All signs show that she is unwilling to ward off evil spirits!"

Yunsong remained silent.

He doesn't understand this thing.

So he changed his words and asked, "How did your family treat her when your granddaughter-in-law was alive?"

Qian Quanxing said: "It's great, be your own person!"

Yun Song asked again: "When you gave birth, did you disobey her wishes or do things like protecting the small but not the big one?"

The middle-aged man next to Qian Quanxing was a little impatient and shouted: "How could our Qian family do such a stupid thing? As long as the adults are good, they will have another child in the future. How can my family not understand such a simple truth?"

"What's more, my Qian family's grandchildren have dozens of males. How could they force a granddaughter-in-law to give up a child if they don't want to live?"

"So you can do it or not, you..."

Qian Quanxing is an old man and has a more stable temper.

He held the middle-aged man down and said in a deep voice: "An Jiang, don't be rude. We forced the Taoist priest to help. The Taoist priest doesn't owe us anything. Instead, we have involved the Taoist priest in a trouble. We are ashamed of the Taoist priest!"

The middle-aged man was depressed and murmured: "I'm sorry."

Yunsong didn't have the same knowledge as him.

When he asked, he was not idle and kept looking at Qian Mansion's layout.

Everything here made him feel a little familiar.

Before dawn, he traveled to the old town as a ghost in Luotou family and once visited a courtyard where people came and went.

However, in Luotou's eyes, there were blurred traces of things without life. He did not go to see the buildings in the courtyard at that time, so he was not deeply impressed.

What impressed me the most at that time was a small yang energy in the southeast corner of the courtyard. He looked to the southeast of the courtyard, and pulled a circle of white cloth up there to block the things inside.

He pointed to the white cloth circle and looked at Qian Quanxing and said, "The head of Qian family, where is..."

"It's here," Wang Youde hurriedly pulled him and pointed at a side room and said: "Little real person, the mourning hall is here."

Qian Quanxing shook his head and said, "Master, the Taoist priest is right. If the person is not in the mourning hall, she may have to ward off evil spirits, so we moved the coffin to our family to suppress her resentment with the luck of the whole family."

Qian Fusheng Gate is in the southeast corner of this yard.

There was a temporary circle of white cloth to stop the coffin.

When Qian Quanxing found that Yun Song looked at the white cloth circle as soon as he entered the door, he felt hope in his heart: This very vulgar little Taoist priest understands the tricks!

The female corpse and mother are in a white cloth circle?

Yun Song thought of the faint yang energy he saw, and an important guess suddenly appeared in his heart:

There are living people in the coffin. Could it be that the Qian family’s granddaughter-in-law still breathe, or the pregnant woman’s fetus in her belly is still breathe?!

As he thought about it, he hurried over and lifted the white cloth.

The eyes were filled with a large coffin, and a female corpse with a high belly lying in the coffin.

Yun Song saw that the blue veins on his forehead jumped up violently.

The female corpse had long hair falling down, her eyes were open angrily, her mouth was wide open, her eyes were dry blood at the corners of her eyes, only half of the broken tongue was left in her mouth, and there was more blood on the hem of the white robe on her body.

As Qian Quanxing said, her sad face was a bit terrifying. It should be that she was too painful during labor and bit her tongue off and her face was very distorted.

But even so, Yun Song recognized this woman. This woman was the one who kept bowing and kowtowing to him in his dream!

The only difference is that this woman has a tall belly, but the woman’s belly is flat when she kowtows in her dream.

There is only one left guess.

My mother is indeed dead and has become a ghost.

The reason why I didn't open my mouth to speak to him was that I had lost my tongue.

In this way, the child should still be alive in his belly, so he saw a small yang energy here and saw a female ghost with a flat belly in his dream.

Understanding this, he quickly turned around and grabbed Wang Youde and Qian Quanxing and asked: "Is there any Western hospital in the town? A caesarean section can be performed - that is, a hospital where pregnant women can cut their stomachs and take out their children?"

Wang Youde quickly glanced at Qian Quanxing and whispered: "Master, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Qian Quanxing said: "Western hospitals are probably only available in provincial capitals. Not to mention the local towns in the mountains, we have never heard of them even in the county towns."

Yun Song stared at the two of them blankly.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that although Luotou can fly and is fast, he cannot let him escape at any time.

A life is in front of him.

If he doesn't save him, he will be gone.

Moreover, there was no one for this life, and after turning into a ghost, this person didn't know how he fell into his own dream and begged him desperately.

After his thoughts changed, he clenched his fists and said to Qian Quanxing: "Head of Qian, you are a sensible person, so I have one thing to tell you, I can only tell you!"

Wang Youde withdrew tactfully.

Yun Song didn't delay the time, so he quickly said, "Master Qian, your grandson-in-law is gone, but the child in her belly is still alive."

"So if you can trust Xiaodao, then Xiaodao uses a secret technique that you have never used before to save the child, and try to find out if you can save a life."

"What is the price?" Qian Quanxing asked calmly.

Yunsong nodded, this is a smart person.

He said: "It may destroy your grandson's wife's body, but the damage is not great. Just cut two cuts on her belly."

"That's all?" Qian Quanxing asked.

Yun Songzheng's key point.

Qian Quanxing said decisively: "Die should give way to the living, let alone Wanwan wants the child in her belly to live more than anyone else, yes!"

Yunsong said: "Prepare a quiet room, prepare spirits, quick knives, scissors, clips, hot water and midwife, and then you and the trail enter the room."

It's easy to do things.

There was no nonsense in the conversation between the two, and Qian Quanxing did not waste time. A few orders were passed on and everything was ready.
To be continued...