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This night was like a face of meditation! I don’t know what it was thinking, nor did I know its intention, but I can turn all this into such a cold and leisurely way, just like another paradise! It’s really! It’s quiet and there’s no one, and the snowflakes floating in the night sky fell slowly on the ground, without a trace of sound, covering the ugliness of everything!

Wu Aotian stood by the bedroom window and looked at the night view outside the window, which made him feel very relieved. He never imagined that the scenery at night was so peaceful and thought-provoking, which was very similar to the state of mind at this moment. He suddenly shook off all the troubles and threw them on the ground, melting with the snowflakes! At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of the night and its artistic conception. It was so profound, and at the same time he felt that he seemed to touch something again.

Wu Aotian tried to touch what he felt just now, but when he really thought about it, these feelings suddenly disappeared without a trace. No matter how he recalled it, he never felt the feeling he had before again. Finally, he shook his head subconsciously and smiled to himself: "What is there in your destiny will eventually come, but don't force it if you don't have destiny! No wonder Master repeatedly emphasized that practicing practice is about going casually!" When Wu Aotian said this, he turned his head and looked at Lin Xiaohui, who was curled up in the quilt with satisfaction, and turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

When Wu Aotian drove away from home, in a luxurious suite above the Shangri-La Hotel in Shancheng, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged in a circle made of five different colors. At this time, a gentle knock on the door came from outside the room, and a middle-aged man's voice came in from outside the door: "Uncle Third Master! The person you are going to meet is here."

Hearing the report outside the door, the middle-aged man's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light flashed through his eyes and replied, "Let her wait outside for a while, and I'll come out immediately."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he stood up from the ground, reached out and waved his hand to put away all the stones scattered beside him, and then walked out of the bedroom.

When the middle-aged man walked out of the bedroom, he saw a middle-aged young woman sitting on the sofa at first sight. He suddenly felt his eyes lit up and thought to himself: "This little girl looks so coquettish and a beauty! The boy from the Wu family is really capable. Not only did he get this little girl behind his back, he even arranged the other party to the medical team in Zhangbeiping as an insider!" Thinking of this, he asked the young woman slowly, "You are Song Xin! The attending doctor of the medical team in Zhangbeiping!"

Song Xin didn't know who the other party was, but when she received the call, the man on the phone repeatedly told her that the person she wanted to meet was very special and that when treating this person, he must be respectful. If the other party has any requirements, he must implement it unconditionally. Although she still had many doubts about this requirement, she still replied very respectfully: "Chief! I am Song Xin! One of the attending doctors of Minister Zhang's medical team."

When the middle-aged man heard Song Xin's answer, he ordered Zhu Guoqiang who was standing aside: "Guoqiang! You go out first! I have something to ask Dr. Xiao Song, if there is anything, I will call you in again."

After watching Zhu Guoqiang leave the room, a very ugly smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and asked Song Xin: "Doctor Song! We are just asking you to know something small, you don't have to be so nervous! That's right, I heard that Zhang Beiping suddenly announced his death that night, but he came to life strangely the next morning. What's going on? Has anyone visited Zhang Beiping that night? Or something special happened?"

The resurrection of Zhang Beiping has been something that their medical team wants to find out until now, but because of Zhang Beiping's special identity, the medical team has no chance to study this issue except for routine examinations for Zhang Beiping. So when she heard the other party's inquiry, she immediately replied: "Chief! In fact, this question has always been something that all the doctors in our medical team want to know, but we have found nothing except that Minister Zhang's physical functions are getting better day by day. As for the stranger you are talking about, it seems that no one else came to the sanatorium except for Chief Chen and his son."

When the middle-aged man listened to Song Xin's description of what happened that night, he kept staring at Song Xin's eyes intently. He found that Song Xin was very confused when recalling this experience, and there were obvious signs of being hypnotized. At this time, a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly said to Song Xin: "Song Xin! Look up at me! Look at my eyes! Are you very tired now? If you are very tired, close your eyes and rest for a while."

Because of the middle-aged man's inquiry, Song Xin was constantly wondering if she had missed any details. Suddenly, when the middle-aged man shouted, he subconsciously raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man's eyes. It was fine if he didn't look at it. At first glance, she seemed to be trapped in a bottomless abyss. The expression on her face suddenly became confused, her eyelids became heavier, and she slowly closed her eyes and even made her not want to open it.

"Song Xin! Think about it carefully, have you ignored something? Who came to the sanatorium that night and saw Zhang Beiping! What happened that night?" Seeing Song Xin's expression becoming confused, the middle-aged man's tone became extremely slow, and he slowly asked the questions he wanted to know again.

When Song Xin heard the middle-aged man's inquiry, she was very confused at first, but this confused expression did not appear on her face for long, and then she became extremely surprised. Then she was very scared and shouted, "Fire! It's on fire! It's burning everywhere, and the sky and the ground are full of fire... Ah... I... my head hurts so much..." When Song Xin said this, her expression became very painful, and she suddenly collapsed on the ground and curled up into a ball. She hugged her head tightly with both hands and struggled constantly.

Hearing Song Xin's words, the middle-aged man had already clearly realized that the people who saved Zhang Beiping were definitely the same type of people as them. However, judging from Song Xin's reaction, the other party probably did not simply hypnotize Song Xin, but used some secret method he did not know to erase Song Xin's memory. Unless he knew what the other party used, he would not be able to obtain more information for use. So at this time, he did not force Song Xin to ask other questions, but said to Song Xin: "Song Xin! From now on, I will be your master, and I will dominate everything about you. My words are the highest imperial edict, and you must implement it unconditionally."

After struggling with her head for a while, Song Xin slowly calmed down. Although she was sweating profusely at this time, she still knelt down from the ground and replied respectfully to the middle-aged man with a blank expression: "Master! Song Xin is your slave now. Whatever the master wants Song Xin to do, Song Xin will do!"

When the middle-aged man heard Song Xin's answer, a bright smile appeared on his face, just like when Song Xin did not exist at all, he said to himself with a smile: "The second son of the Wu family is just a vision, and the women he is looking for are more beautiful than the other. If I let go of such a beauty, wouldn't I be sorry for myself, and even more so for the second son of the Wu family."

When the middle-aged man said this, he ordered Song Xin: "Now you go to the bathroom to take a shower first, and come out to serve me well later. If you serve me well, it will give you endless benefits."

"As long as the master's orders, I will go and serve the master in vain." Song Xin's eyes were dull and after answering mechanically, she turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Watching Song Xin walk into the bathroom, an extremely lewd smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face. Although he seemed to be in his forties last year, his actual age was already over 130. The reason why he maintained this was due to his cultivation, and on the other hand, he relied on the woman's body to supplement it.

The middle-aged man thought of the beauty begging for mercy under him later, and smiled and picked up a glass of red wine from the coffee table and drank a small sip. When he was about to walk back to the bathroom, he suddenly heard anger from behind: "Hmph! As a cultivator, not only violated the rules of the cultivation world and intervened in the disputes in the secular world, but also used the art of absent-mindedness to trespass on the art of treacherous wives and daughters. His crimes should be punished!"

When the middle-aged man heard the sudden scolding, his originally brilliant expression suddenly solidified where it came from. Before he could react, he felt a pain in his back and blood in his chest surged wildly. With a "Puff!", a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
Chapter completed!