“There’s a lot of resentment here.”

6 Yunxiao suddenly whispered.

"What?"

Guo Zhenhu was shocked.

What does Mr. 6 mean?

Before, I was at my own house, I said that the painting was very resentful.

Now I say that I am very resentful here.

Could it be that the painting given by Zeng Ranfeng is in this room?

But no matter how he searched, he couldn't see any paintings.

"It's not a painting, it's a talisman."

6 Yunxiao pointed at Guo Zhenhu under the bed.

Guo Zhenhu hurriedly fell down.

"Second, what are you doing!"

Guo Zhenlong shouted in a low voice.

He simply couldn't understand.

I finally invited Mr. Zuo Songyuan over, but I would forget that if the second child didn't help him serve the old man.

Now he actually fell down, so rude.

I didn't see the little girl, and I took a step back.

I was afraid that someone would lift my skirt.

It was because my dick didn't know what was going on, and she suddenly fell down.

Too rude!

Guo Zhenlong stretched out his hand and was about to pull Guo Zhenhu up.

Guo Zhenhu shook his arm: "Don't make trouble, I want to see what's under our dad's bed."

"What can be there?"

Guo Zhenlong glared: "What do you mean?

Do you doubt that I have hidden something bad in it?

Have you been too busy recently and your mind is exhausted?

This is also my dad, will I harm him?"

"Of course you won't, but it's hard to guarantee that the people under your hands are not clean."

Guo Zhenhu also glared.

He has great trust in Mr. 6.

Since it was said by Mr. 6, there must be problems under the bed.

After saying that, he continued to drill in.

However, my body is getting old, I am very slow to see clearly.

"Second, you are responsible for a lot of things and are under great pressure. I won't care about you.

But can you not be so embarrassing?

Let your bodyguard crawl in and see what exactly is there.”

The distinguished guest was present, and Guo Zhenlong didn't want to argue with his younger brother.

He glared at 6 Yunxiao: "What are you still standing there!"

6 Yunxiao ignored him, but moved his finger.

Swish!

A talisman slowly floated down from under the window.

Guo Zhenhu pinched it and stood up: "Look, see what this is!"

"A talisman?"

Zuo Wenzheng raised her beautiful girl and showed a curious look.

There was a talisman under the patient's bed.

What does it mean?

She looked at her grandfather.

Zuo Songyuan smiled slightly: "Many people who are unable to cure their illnesses will place hopes on the strangeness of gods and gods.

There is nothing strange about it, but these talismans are useless."

Compared to believing in these strange powers and chaos gods.

Zuo Songyuan believes in his hands, his brain, and his medical skills.

Although medical skills originated from witchcraft.

But until now, medical skills have become a profound science.

There are indeed many people doing it.

Many people who know me like to associate medicine with witchcraft.

It has cured many people.

But Zuo Songyuan didn't agree with this.

This can be said to be his persistence and paranoidness.

So, I saw a talisman under the bed.

He suddenly felt disdainful.

Guo Zhenlong did not notice this, but shook his head helplessly: "Second, I don't know how you showed it.

You may believe in science a little more.

However, our father's illness is strange, and many doctors cannot find the source.

I had no choice but to invite this talisman.

The old Taoist priest told me that this is just a Qi-gathering Talisman that can tweak the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around me.

As long as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is sufficient, the Feng Shui will be changed and the vitality in our father's body will be restored.

Then my father can wake up."

"Really?"

Guo Zhenhu seemed to ask Guo Zhenlong, but in fact he was asking Mr. 6.

6 Yunxiao said: "This is a Qi gathering talisman.

However, because there is that painting in the room next to it.

The resentment in the painting was attracted by the Qi-gathering Talisman.

It will cause your father to be more ill."

"Draw, what painting?"

Guo Zhenlong said strangely.

He was even more surprised by the posture of this bodyguard.

He actually interrupted casually, and not only did his younger brother not talk about him, he ran out immediately.

"Sir 6, draw here."

He immediately sent the painting to 6 Yunxiao.

"What, Mr. 6?"

Guo Zhenlong was surprised again.

Isn't he a bodyguard? How do you use honorific words?

"Um."

6 Yunxiao nodded.

I took the talisman on the drawing.

Everyone saw a faint mist that condensed on the talisman.

"What's going on?"
To be continued...