With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Song Yu was always good at going down the slope, so he happily accepted the gift and said, "Then I'll thank you in advance for my two little bastards."

She would not be surprised at all that a master of metaphysics could figure out who was in her family.

The old blind man saw her accepting it immediately, and his eyes twitched, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just pointed at his cup and said, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? It's full."

It had been a long time since he had been so relaxed and happy.

He has a bad destiny. If an ordinary person stays with him for more than half a month, he will be involved in all kinds of accidents. He has always restrained himself from getting close to anyone or having feelings for him.

Therefore, most of my life has been spent in wandering and loneliness.

The reason why he agreed to follow the two of them this time was that, firstly, she was the candidate he had chosen as his apprentice, and secondly, because she had a very good destiny, and her husband was a golden body blessed with nine generations of merit. By working with them, not only will they not be able to defeat them, but they can also help him resolve his difficulties.

"Okay." Song Yu diligently filled the bowl for him, turned around, pretended to open the refrigerator, took out a plate of sashimi from the pagoda, ran over and put it in front of him: "Here it is for you. Food to go with the wine.”

The old blind man was even more satisfied with her. He took a piece and put it into his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise, and a thin layer of mist spread under his eyes. His voice trembled with excitement: "It's delicious!"

Delicious to cry!

This sashimi melted in your mouth, sweet and refreshing. He had never eaten anything so delicious in his life.

Song Yu said with a smile: "It's delicious, just eat more. There's still some in the refrigerator."

The old blind man ate one plate, then another, and after eating three plates in a row, he felt a little comfort in his stomach. He glanced at Song Yu, and then at Song Yu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, pretending to drive. Fu Hanyu hesitated for a moment and hooked his hand at her.

Song Yu knew that he must have something to tell her, so he moved his chair to him and leaned forward.

The old blind man lowered his voice and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Your husband is destined to die within this six months."

Song Yu's breath suddenly stagnated, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Fu Hanyu.

The next moment.

The old blind man next to him suddenly twitched and fell from his chair to the ground.

It happened too suddenly.

When Song Yu stretched out his hand to support him, it was already too late. His whole body seemed to be in extreme pain, curled up into a ball, his face was ashen and frightening, his lips were blue and purple, and there was dark red blood flowing from his lips. The corners of his mouth gleamed.

"Grandpa, the old blind man." Song Yu half-knelt on the ground nervously, and clasped his wrist with his hand. When he felt his pulse, his face became more solemn.

This is basically the pulse of a dying person.

What the hell is wrong with him?

The old blind man gasped violently and painfully.

Song Yu didn't care about anything else and quickly took out all the life-saving medicine she had refined and fed it to him.

but.

no effect.

His body was decaying rapidly and irreversibly, his vitality was disappearing rapidly, and the wrinkles on his face visible to the naked eye were getting deeper and deeper, and his body was becoming more and more withered.

Seeing her take out the silver needle, the old blind man clasped her arm and shook his head hard at her. His voice was weak and painful: "Don't waste it, it's useless. I won't die for the time being. Just bear with it and it will be fine."

Song Yu didn't listen, but directly inserted a silver needle into the top of his head. The spiritual power in his body was continuously injected into his body through the silver needle.

The old blind man's eyes were full of shock.

He could clearly feel that young, surging, and full of vitality spiritual energy, like a spiritual spring, moistened his declining body bit by bit, and his withered heart gave him a withered body, Infused with new energy.

He had always known that abundant spiritual energy could improve his declining body.

But first, the spiritual power he needs must be the spiritual power of a mysterious master of the same level as him.

Secondly, even if you can meet a powerful person of this level, spiritual power is still a very precious thing. No one would be willing to pass on your spiritual power to him so that he can nourish the body's muscles.

Song Yu's face became increasingly pale.

The old blind man's complexion was getting better and better.

After Song Yu felt that his physical condition had stabilized, he withdrew the needle. His feet went limp and he almost collapsed on the ground.

Realizing that something was wrong here, Fu Hanyu, who was already waiting next to her, quickly supported her, pulled her into his arms, and looked at her with a distressed look on his face.

The old blind man had returned to normal. When he looked at her, his eyes were red, and his expression was extremely complicated. He was touched, distressed, and loving, and finally turned into a low voice: "You kid."

At his age, he has already seen through the possibility of death, but he never expected that when he was about to reach the end of his life, he would meet such a sincere and kind child and receive such warm comfort.

Song Yu smiled at him and said, "I am a doctor, and it is my bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded."

She was with Fu Hanyu every day, but she didn't realize at all that he was in danger of life and death.

The old man in front of him was almost dead just now because he leaked the secret and suffered backlash.

He became like this because he told her about Fu Hanyu's life and death. Naturally, she would do her best to let him survive.

Seeing that both of them were in better spirits, Fu Hanyu asked, "What's going on?"

"fine."

Song Yu and the old blind man said in unison.

Fu Hanyu frowned slightly, with a deep look in his eyes. He glanced at the two of them and knew very well that they had something to hide from him.

The old blind man didn't get up, but sat on the floor, looked at her and said with emotion: "You are still young, listen to the old man's advice, don't tell people's fortunes, even if you have a good fortune, your husband will be by your side, but you won't be able to bear it for a long time. living."

If you reveal secrets, you will suffer backlash. No one can avoid it according to the rules of heaven and earth.

Song Yu nodded in agreement and said, "I don't actually tell people's fortunes."

She only counted it for those around her, and not others.

But the old blind grandfather is different. He has made a living by telling people's fortunes for many years, but as long as he has kind thoughts and can tell others about their difficulties, he can't help but tell them something.

As time goes by, as the backlash accumulates day by day, your destiny will become worse and worse, and the backlash will deepen day by day.

"It's not good, it's not good." The old blind man shook his head and smiled bitterly, picked up the wine on the table, drank it all, wiped his mouth, and laughed: "In the next life, I will say nothing. I would do this again.”

Song Yu's mind was no longer on him. When he thought of what he just said about Fu Hanyu's life and death, he couldn't help but secretly visit him.