In the 1960s, my whole family was murdered by my enemies.

He Chaoxian's eyes widened, he stood up suddenly and looked at He Mingshan nervously.

Although his father was still asleep, his face, which had been almost blue before, actually became a little redder.

"Is there really any hope?"

He Chaoxian's voice was trembling and the noise was too loud, which startled Old Mrs. He, who had just left the room and had not yet closed the door, and she came back.

"Chaoxian, what's wrong? Is it your father..."

The old lady burst into tears before she finished speaking.

The couple has been deeply in love for decades, and He Mingshan has always been the pillar of the family.

Over the years, for some reasons, in order to keep a low profile and avoid trouble, almost all of their sons and daughters were sent out to other places, let alone climb up the career ladder. Chao Xian was about to be promoted, but he ruthlessly gave up his position and became a nominal vagrant...

Many people laughed at the He family, but the old man was not panicked at all. With him in charge, the family had a anchor even if they were separated.

If the old man is gone, the He family will only fall apart faster.

"No, Mom, look carefully, Dad looks better."

He Chaoxian put his arm around his mother's shoulders to comfort her, but his eyes never left He Mingshan.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. He stopped crying, rubbed her eyes, and leaned forward to take a closer look.

She is old and her eyesight is not very good, so she can't see clearly from a distance.

"This this……"

When I saw that He Mingshan's complexion had indeed improved.

"Chaoxian, what's going on? What kind of magic medicine did you get?"

The old lady lowered her voice, saying that she couldn't be weird now.

"It's not medicine, but the person who sold me a red rope last time and saved the lives of all of us in the car asked for my dad's photo..."

He Chaoxian gave a brief explanation, and the old lady's expression gradually became serious.

"Mr. Chao, this matter cannot be spread out. Even your brothers and sisters cannot tell it, and your friend's son must not know about it."

This is not just feudal superstition.

Anyone who can do this remotely is definitely a true master.

This kind of person must not be offended!

If it gets out, it will cause trouble for the master, and might even offend the master.

"By the way, you can't say too much to the people on your side except for your closest confidants."

"Don't worry, Mom, I know the severity of the situation."

The two of them stared at He Mingshan.

Although the intermediate disease-curing talisman has a slower speed like the low-level disease-curing talisman, instead of curing people immediately, one can still clearly feel the change if one observes carefully.

In just half an hour, He Mingshan's complexion had become completely rosy.

This was because his exhaustion was quite serious. If it were a different disease, he would have woken up long ago.

He Chaoxian thought that Zhang Lin was still waiting in the black market, so he did not dare to delay and immediately returned to the study.

Although there was a telephone at home, it was a military line and he didn't dare say too much.

After contacting them, Ergou directly handed over 10,000 yuan to Zhang Lin.

"Mr. He, don't worry. Wait until Mr. He wakes up."

Zhang Lin was not afraid at all that He Chaoxian would default on his debt.

He Chaoxian must have deified her by now, which can be heard from his increasingly respectful tone and attitude.

"No need. Although my father hasn't woken up yet, he looks much better, which proves that Mr. Wang's method is effective."

He Chaoxian's way of addressing Zhang Lin has changed from Brother Wang to Mr. Wang.

Zhang Lin did not refute. He had already decided to abandon Wang Da's identity. Now it seems that he can treat Wang Da as a special clone. With the He family first, he may be able to accumulate connections quickly.

"Okay, I'll come to the black market in five days. If you have any questions, you can ask someone to find me."

Zhang Lin took the inconspicuous black cloth bag containing the money, as casually as if he was carrying a bag of potatoes and sweet potatoes, which made Ergou's eyelids tremble.

As expected, he is a mysterious master. It was ten thousand yuan, but his hands did not even shake at all, as if he didn’t care at all.

Yes, Mr. Wang used to come to the black market to sell rare goods. Maybe he has already made more than this much money.

Ergou's eyes lit up and he looked at Zhang Lin as if he were a god.

Fortunately, he has always held this thigh well. This is a miracle man who can cure even seriously ill patients with multiple organ failure who have been given up on treatment by all major hospitals just by looking at the photo!

It seems that Mr. Wang has already helped Mr. He perform a spell before, but he just needs to see the face to fully trigger the spell...

Not only did Ergou think this in his mind, even He Chaoxian and Old Lady He thought so.

Don’t those real masters focus on fortune-telling?

It is definitely necessary to see the old man's face for the ritual performed by Mr. Wang to be effective.

"No wonder. I've had people follow Mr. Wang's whereabouts after leaving the black market before, but no one has ever been able to follow him out of the alley. How could someone as capable as Mr. Wang be followed by someone?"

"You are so brave that you dare to let someone follow the master!"

Old Mrs. He looked at He Chaoxian in surprise.

"How could that be possible, Mom? You don't know my character yet. I definitely didn't send anyone to follow you. I was just keeping an eye on those who wanted to rob me."

"That's good. You must not offend Mr. Wang. Even if your father is not well, you are capable enough to make him so much better."

"Chaoxian, look, is your father's hand moving?"

"It's really moving!"

"dad!"

"Old man, can you hear us?"

Old Mrs. He broke down in tears again. She was so excited that she wiped away her tears and grabbed He Mingshan's hand.

"Hmm...water!"

He Mingshan felt his throat was so dry it was about to catch fire.

"Water, quick, Chaoxian, water!"

"Here I am, Dad. I'll help you up."

When He Chaoxian saw He Mingshan opening his eyes, he felt that his ten thousand dollars was well spent.

He Mingshan gulped down half a glass of water, then looked at his wife and son blankly.

He Chaoxian immediately told Zhang Lin everything, including Zhang Lin's speculation about the male protagonist.

The more He Mingshan listened, the more his brows furrowed.

"good."

He Mingshan seemed to be thinking about something. "It seems that since your friend's son moved in, bad things have been happening to our family..."

More than a year has passed. Their old lady went out a year ago and was hit by a car. She rested for several months. I don’t know if the old man in the old house has anything to do with him, but last time, when Chao Xian was escorting the goods back, he almost lost both his money and his people. Less than two months later, he suddenly fell ill and there was no cure...

"What a curse!"

A cold light flashed in He Mingshan's eyes, and he felt murderous towards Qin Mubai.

"Dad, you have a special status. Don't act rashly now. It's not good to alert the enemy. Send him out first and then arrange a place for him."

He Chaoxian saw what his father was thinking and hurriedly stopped him.

Qin Mubai is so strange and his luck is incredibly strong, so it’s better not to confront him head-on for the time being.

The He family cannot withstand the storm for the time being.

He Mingshan's spirit and energy became depressed.