When Ye Hao appeared in Hefu, the whole Hefu was in chaos.

Although there were still several guards guarding the gate, they were all panic.

The entire He Mansion had bodyguards and guards constantly shuttled through, which made people feel panic.

"Hurry up, send someone to Wumei Taoist temple for help!"

"This time, the Third Young Master fainted!"

"The doctors we hired from the hospital were helpless!"

"what to do!?"

"No, the Fourth Young Master is in shock too!"

"Someone fell here too!"

The whole He family was in chaos. In addition to the bloodlines of He family, there were occasionally some servants and bodyguards who fell silently.

However, there were still people from the direct descendants of the family who found a way to rescue them as soon as possible, but no one paid attention to those servants and bodyguards.

Ye Hao looked extremely solemn when he passed by, but he did not take action directly at this moment, but just squinted his eyes and looked at the direction of the He Family Ancestral Temple.

Yin Qi soars into the sky.

Blood and energy flow into the sky.

A very bad appearance!

That legendary Feng Shui master in Hong Kong City is so capable!

"Senior sister, save my mom quickly!"

When Ye Hao appeared in the living room of He Mansion, he saw He Zhaozhao staggering out of the back hall, with a pear blossom and rain on his face.

Ye Hao ignored the feeling of being a little excited at this moment, but walked into the back hall along the chaotic crowd.

On the sofa in the back hall, a woman with a noble face was lying there, and the fourth concubine Huo Qiulian, who was in the wind.

At this moment, Huo Qiulian's face turned black, her whole body was trembling, and white foam overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

Several doctors were at a loss, obviously they had used various means, but they had no choice.

Ye Hao did not step forward, but just squinted his eyes and then analyzed what was going on.

Yin Qi enters the body and even the heart.

Although Ye Hao has no good feelings for Huo Qiulian, He Fengsheng is not present now. The person with the highest status in the entire He family seems to be the only one Huo Qiulian in front of him.

So, Ye Hao didn't say nonsense, but stepped forward and kicked a few helpless doctors away, then bit his fingers and pressed a drop of blood on Huo Qiulian's eyebrows.

Ye Hao has been in the killing field for many years, and his solemn and murderous aura is the biggest nemesis of Yin Qi.

At this moment, a drop of blood pressed on Huo Qiulian's eyebrows, and Huo Qiulian's overall condition improved a lot.

Then she stopped foaming and her face returned to a little blood.

Seeing this scene, Ye Hao signaled the doctor beside him to give her an injection.

"Who are you!?"

At this moment, the door of the back hall was kicked open, and a group of men and women in Tang suits walked in with a arrogant look.

One of the middle-aged men stared at Ye Haoli and shouted: "Who are you?"

"What are you doing here!?"

Ye Hao glanced at the crowd, and then his eyes fell on a man with a national face in the middle of the crowd.

He was a little familiar with the man's face, and seemed to have read it in newspapers and magazines, but Ye Hao couldn't remember who he was for a moment.

However, Ye Hao, the woman beside the man, recognized at a glance.

Five Taoist temples, Master Xiaolan.

Simply put, these people around her should be from Wumei Taoist temples.

After Ye Hao squinted his eyes for a moment, he suddenly remembered who the man with a national face was.

He is Su Shaolin, the number one Fengshui master in Hong Kong City, as he Fengsheng mentioned.

"Say! Who are you??"

At this moment, the middle-aged man who had just asked the question spoke again.


Chapter completed!