Hu Ying was also afraid. "Will I die?"
If she died, what would happen to her sons? They were not even married yet!
The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt. Her eyes turned red.
Yu Ruo said angrily, "You won't die, but you won't feel good. Your stomach is so swollen. I wonder if you'll be constipated."
The Black Magic Master had never thought of taking Hu Ying's life, at most, they would let Mrs. Ye vent her anger.
Yu Zong pondered for a moment and took out his phone. "I'll find a few metaphysical masters to take a look."
Because Yu Miao's judgment was unfair, he did not want to go to the Dao Association again.
However, it was a little difficult to bypass the Daoist Association in Chinatown to find a metaphysical master. Yu Zong could only give it a try.
That night, Yu Zong called a few good friends. Coincidentally, one of his friends knew a metaphysical master.
