Murong Yi immediately reprimanded decisively.

As soon as the order was given, someone took the lead in cutting down the tree with a chainsaw. It was originally a funeral, but who would have thought that it would turn out like this later.

In fact, feng shui masters are the least likely to overturn people when they set up bureaus and watch markets, because these things may take a while to take effect.

But what Lan Wancheng said is that as long as the demolition is forced and the tree is cut down, the old man can come back to life. This is definitely the easiest character design to collapse.

"Actually, this wall is not important at all. With a wall of this level, it is impossible to guard against robbers, and it is redundant to guard against experts!" Gu Chen spread his hands and laughed jokingly: "Since you demolished the north wall, I I can feel the pulse of the old man is becoming more and more obvious!"

Murong Yi also nodded secretly, so many famous doctors didn't see the problem, why didn't she think about it!

If science, doctors, can't see the problem, then you must find a master of metaphysics to take a look. In this case, it is probably not enough for a Taoist priest.

It's very rare for Lan Wancheng to know where the problem is as soon as he comes in.

An hour later, the towering tree in the yard was finally cut down, and the four walls were smashed with a hammer.

"Ahem��!!"

The old man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood from his chest at this time.

After the blood was spit out, the old man finally opened his cloudy eyes.

"grandfather!!"

"dad!!"

"Master!!"

Everyone rushed forward, and all the people in the yard surrounded the mourning hall for a while, even wanting to see how the dead man came back to life.

If it is true, then Lan Wancheng's ability is really amazing!

Murong Yi immediately squatted in front of the old man: "Grandpa, I'm Yiyi, do you recognize me?!"

"Of course grandpa recognizes me, Yiyi, what happened to me?! I felt like I had a long, long dream! I dreamed that I was dead, and then everyone came to mourn me!" The old man thought to himself muttered.

Everyone dispersed at once, and the old man looked around for a week. The room was full of white silk, wreaths, and some incense candles and paper money specially for the dead.

Only at this moment did he realize that what he had dreamed was not a dream, but something that actually happened.

A middle-aged man jumped right in front of the old man and hurriedly asked, "Dad, how is your body feeling?!"

"It's pretty good, the spit of blood on the chest is much better!" The old man said with a long breath.

I have seen so many famous doctors before, and I have seen it in major hospitals, but none of them can cure the old man's chest tightness.

Even Gu Chen, a genius doctor like him, has hit a wall to treat the old man, because he is not a disease at all, and naturally it is difficult to cure it with silver needles.

After Lan Wancheng came in and pointed out a little bit, all these things were resolved.

"Wan'er is back?!" The old man looked up at Murong Wan'er and said in surprise.

She also hurried over: "Grandpa, I'm back! Not only am I back this time, but I also brought you one in my stomach!!"

"Really!"

The old man looked at her happily: "I'm going to be the great grandfather?!" JrNovels.com