It Turned Me Into a Ghost Chapter 125

Twenty years later, Beijing.

Emperor Zhenghe, the original King of Qi, eventually became terminally ill and could not be cured. But he couldn't let go of Wei's prosperity, let alone the immense power in his hands. He grabbed the sleeve of a young man guarding the bedside and said with all his strength, "National Master, go to Liangjiang to find the ghost doctor." Come! Tell him that I am willing to pay any price as long as it can extend my life for twenty years, no, thirty years!"

The young man was wearing pure white robes, his crow-green hair was tied back with a jade hairpin, revealing a handsome, flawless, holy and dignified face. He seemed to resent being touched by others, even if that person was the most powerful emperor in the world. He gently but firmly brushed the other person away, repeatedly wiped the area where he was held with a handkerchief, and said arrogantly, "Even this person If I can't cure you, what's the use of asking someone else to do it? The Imperial Master is here, but the emperor is willing to stay close to you. Is it intentional to humiliate me?"

Emperor Zhenghe showed an anxious look and emphasized again and again, "You don't understand, you don't understand anything! Go find the ghost doctor, he is the only one in the world who can save me!"

Because the palace turned into a monster's nest was so shocking, the ghost doctor placed a gag curse on everyone. Anyone who mentioned it, even half a word, would have their tongues rotten in an instant. Therefore, after he left with King Xi, no one dared to mention the word "ghost doctor" anymore. Even the people of Liangjiang were too reverent and worshipful to dare to make any mistakes. Over time, he seemed to be forgotten. From the famous ghost doctor, he finally became a shadow that only existed in other people's memories.