Zhou Yuhan and Chen Zhe stared at each other for a while. Zhou Yuhan's mouth twitched a few times, he threw the stick away, squatted on the ground and covered his face, his shoulders couldn't help shaking, obviously he was crying.
But Chen Zhe had fallen for Qin Xin's trick of pretending to cry, so he watched warily for a few minutes.
Zhou Yuhan wiped her tears with her hands, and Chen Zhe could clearly see the sunlight reflecting on the back of her hands, which was shiny, probably because of her tears.
Chen Zhe approached cautiously: "How about... I try to help you. Although I can't crack this kind of spell, there is always a way to unite all spells. We can see if we can find the person who cast the spell."
Zhou Yuhan squatted quietly, and Shen Rongrong glanced at him with a smile: "Let me persuade her here,"
"Okay, I'll leave first," Chen Zhe entered the house, but was still in a utility room upstairs, opened the window and peeked out.
Men don’t understand women’s world.
Shen Rongrong also squatted down side by side with Zhou Yuhan, caressing Zhou Yuhan's shoulders with a gentle look, and didn't know what she was saying. Zhou Yuhan nodded.
She said something, and Zhou Yuhan nodded. Finally, Zhou Yuhan gently wiped his eyes with his clothes and entered the villa.
It seems that this is a good communication.
Chen Zhe walked out of the utility room and happened to see Zhou Yuhan come in. There was nothing special about her except that her eyes were a little red. This woman was good at disguise...
Zhou Yuhan returned to that cold expression, stood opposite Chen Zhe and asked softly: "How can you help my grandpa?"
Let’s get down to business.
However, when Chen Zhe saw Zhou Yuhan's seductive lips, he couldn't help but think of the ecstasy kiss just now, and he felt a little distracted.
He cleared his throat: "If someone uses this method to deal with your grandfather, then there may be some magic weapon placed in the place where your grandfather often is, so that he can cast spells from a distance. Let's find that thing first, and then follow the clues to see if we can find it. Who put that stuff there,"
This is a way.
Zhou Yuhan nodded: "Then I'll take you to grandpa's study and bedroom to have a look. I'll ask Uncle Zhong to come over too,"
In less than ten minutes, Uncle Zhong had arrived.
He glanced at Chen Zhe meaningfully, and Chen Zhe smiled at him: "Uncle Zhong, remember what I told you, the old man's illness is so strange, I think someone has tampered with it,"
"Well, I've been doubting it. Sure enough, you can see it. I have a trustworthy old friend who is good at this. However, he is not in Hong Kong. He will not come back for half a month after leaving the mainland. I can't contact him for the time being." Uncle Zhong said calmly.
Sure enough, Uncle Zhong would have already suspected it if he didn't say anything, and he had already started to take action without saying a word.
Chen Zhe hesitated for a moment: "I'm actually not good at that. I'm just trying to see what kind of magic weapon it is and see if there is any way to crack it. If it doesn't work, we will have to follow the clues."
Uncle Zhong nodded: "I'll go with you,"
"Well," Chen Zhe nodded: "But we can't alert the enemy. If someone casts a spell, we must observe it secretly."
Uncle Zhong nodded: "In addition to setting up secret sentries around the old man during this period, I also have one at the Zhou family's old house. I don't know where the person behind it is hiding."
In the end, Zhou Zhong and Chen Zhe followed Zhou Yuhan, while Shen Rongrong stayed in the villa.
Zhou Zhong and Zhou Yuhan brought Chen Zhe to the old house in the center of the Zhou family.
The Zhou family's old house is a slightly larger villa. It is different from the European style at Chen Zhe's place. It is antique, with the walls covered with landscape paintings, and the tables and chairs are also furniture from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It looks very old.
Zhou Ruohai is a very traditional person. People in the industry call him Zhou Ruohai, a Confucian businessman, because Zhou Ruohai respects Confucius very much and has a portrait of the saint in his family.
Chen Zhe asked Zhou Zhong doubtfully: "I heard that there are some strange people around rich people. Is it possible that no one in the Zhou family knows these things?"
Zhou Zhong said calmly: "There used to be some, but some time ago there was a Taoist priest whom he trusted, who turned out to be someone planted by a business rival. He doesn't trust those Taoist priests much anymore."
So that’s it.
If Zhou Ruohai had an expert who was good at Taoism around him, this kind of magic might not be successful.
However, a true master of spiritual practice respects his status and rarely becomes the guest of a rich man.
If the other party wanted to cast such a spell that would not only kill Zhou Ruohai but also prevent him from waking up, Chen Zhe speculated based on his rich "clinical experience" that there must be a magic weapon in the place where Zhou Ruohai lived.
The first place to look at is naturally the study room where Zhou Ruohai usually spends time.
It was here that Zhou Ruohai made countless decisions with great impact. This place can almost be said to be the economic head of the Zhou family.
Pushing open the inconspicuous solid wood door, Chen Zhe followed Zhou Zhong and Zhou Yuhan to Mr. Zhou Ruohai's study. This study was simple and heavy, just like Zhou Ruohai himself, with a touch of tradition and conservative style, but it made people uncomfortable. Dare to despise.
There are only a few people in their lives who can hold hundreds of millions of wealth like Zhou Ruohai or Jiang Shaohong.
Therefore, Chen Zhe admired Mr. Zhou Ruohai very much. When he arrived here, even Chen Zhe unconsciously relaxed his breathing.
The layout was the same as the previous day, with a huge table and all the four treasures of the study room.
When Zhou Ruohai was here that day, Chen Zhe didn't dare to look at it. Now he took a few casual glances and started to admire: "Hu brush, Hui ink, Duan inkstone, rice paper, the old man's things are really exquisite. I'm afraid this set is worth the money." "
A trace of surprise flashed across Zhou Yuhan's face. She glanced at Chen Zhe a few times. She originally thought that Chen Zhe was a college student who had no knowledge and skills, but she knew he was quite knowledgeable.
There was a piece of paper spread out on the table, and it was written with an unfinished poem:
If you are tired of being exposed to dew, why don't you stay up late and say that your dew is too much?
Who said a bird has no horns, why can it penetrate my house?
Who said a woman is homeless, why should she be imprisoned?
Although I will be imprisoned soon, the Shi family...
Chen Zhenian looked familiar. He seemed to have memorized this paragraph when he was a child. It seemed to be from the Book of Songs. Zhou Yuhan next to him sighed: "I guess grandpa is thinking about my deceased eldest grandma. Before my eldest grandma married him, she was forced to marry him." , she resisted desperately, and then my grandfather took her away and the two got married. This "Xinglu" is similar to the situation when she was forced to marry before she got married."
Chen Zhe couldn't help but sigh, it turned out that this old man looked serious, had such a romantic affair in his youth, and even had an elopement.
Zhou Yuhan saw Chen Zhe's sly look, glared at Chen Zhe, and put away the paper on the table.
Chen Zhe looked through everything on the table. They were all normal things, nothing weird. He took out the bookshelf at the back one by one, and found nothing unusual.
Zhou Yuhan is a girl who is quite attentive and helps to pack things away one by one.
Nothing.
Chen Zhe asked her doubtfully: "Has your grandfather bought anything recently?"
Zhou Yuhan put down his book and brushed his hair from his forehead. This action was very charming and very eye-catching.
She looked at it carefully and shook her head: "Grandpa, the things in this house haven't been touched in twenty years. They are all things I have been familiar with since I was born."
If so, it would be difficult to handle.
Chen Zhe glanced at Zhou Yuhan. Could it be that he had guessed wrong? The old man did have some incurable disease. Someone was not setting him up.
However, the ghost he saw in front of his hospital bed was real, and Chen Zhe didn't think he was wrong.
"You haven't seen the bedroom yet," Chen Zhe sighed, feeling a little unsure. He was a half-hearted practitioner and had never done anything like this before, so he inevitably lacked confidence.
However, it is always right to be careful. He checked all the corners in the room, and finally stood in the middle of the room and took a deep breath...
Zhou Yuhan looked at Chen Zhe strangely, not understanding what this guy was doing.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
...ten seconds.
This breath was like a whale sucking water, and it lasted for at least a minute. It was countless times stronger than Chen Zhe who had just refined his Qi at that time.
Zhou Yuhan took two steps back with a pale face. He felt that the air in the whole room was much thinner. Chen Zhe seemed to want to suck up all the air in the study. At the same time, he closed his eyes and tried to feel the true energy in the room.
It seems like something is different somewhere.
When it was over, Chen Zhe frowned and shook his head gently.
Although his cultivation level has made great progress during this period, his true energy is still far behind. If his cultivation level had been a few steps higher and he could experience the feeling of "the unity of heaven and man", I'm afraid the problem would have been solved long ago.
At this moment, there was a buzzing sound from Uncle Zhong, and he sighed softly: "Someone is coming,"
There was no clue on Uncle Zhong's expression, but Chen Zhe guessed that it was probably the second generation of the Zhou family who came over, so he said this.
Sure enough, they were all observing this place secretly.
There were chaotic footsteps in the corridor. Less than three minutes after Uncle Zhong spoke, Zhou Qiang, the second son of the Zhou family, his son Zhou Lian, the fourth son of the Zhou family, his daughter Yuan Dong, and several other juniors of the Zhou family came. Arrive at the study door.
I'm afraid my family members are also on their way over the remaining few weeks.
"Get out of my grandfather's study, you have no right to be here," Zhou Lian said sternly.
Alas, this is an aspiring person.
Chen Zhe really didn't take him seriously and didn't even look at him.
Zhou Qiang, the second son of the Zhou family, smiled slightly. Compared to his son, he was much more educated: "Little Chen Zhe, this is the forbidden area of our Zhou family. Usually I am not invited by the old man, and even I am not qualified to come."
What he meant was: Even I, the serious second son of the Zhou family, cannot come here casually. Who do you think you are, Chen Zhe?
Chen Zhe rolled his eyelids and paced carefully underground, ignoring Zhou Qiang at all.
Zhou Hua smiled and said nothing, while Yuan Dong gloated and waited to see the good show.
Chen Zhe said as he walked: "I have always suspected that the old man was plotted against someone. The most likely place is the study and bedroom, so I came to see. Uncle Zhong has agreed,"
Zhou Qiang's expression changed and he looked back at Uncle Zhong.
Uncle Zhong stood there, calm and calm, without nodding or denying.