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"It happened at midnight!"
In the room, Sha Lifei looked distressed, "I heard a noise, and after waking up, I found the Daoist had fallen off the kang. No matter how I called him, he wouldn't wake. I thought he had a sudden illness and quickly took people to find the doctor in the village."
"The doctor was also clueless, but it was an old carpenter from the Wan Family who noticed something was wrong and quickly sent someone to the city to invite Elder Wan. Only then did we know it was a scheme..."
Listening to Sha Lifei's account, Li Yan wore a cold expression.
On the bed opposite, Wang Daoxuan clenched his teeth and fists, his whole body tense. Around him, twelve oil lamps were lit in a circle, representing the twelve earthly branches.
Manager Wan held a solemn face, a half-bowl of clear water in his left hand and three chopsticks in his right, continuously chanting incantations.