Almost subconsciously, Ye Fengsheng blurted out.
At this moment, he was even sure that he was being plotted against by that so-called "cemetery caretaker"! The essence hidden in this silk box was not the secret of his ancestors, but a trap meticulously designed for himself!
"Ye Fengsheng! Are you okay?"
Qiu Yun frowned, looking at Ye Fengsheng's never-before-seen fierce expression, extremely anxious.
"Hospital, take Mr. Ye to the hospital!"
Qin Chaoyu shouted in panic. At this time, it was the only way she could think of to solve the current predicament.
"Let's go!"
Suddenly, she felt a very unfamiliar sensation. Ye Feng grabbed the chair in front of her and said, "Go!"
