This fast speed is no longer a rhythm that humans can adapt to. Acuo's eyes just flashed, and the beast-like figure came to him. Just when this figure who didn't know whether it was a human or a beast stretched out his claws to make a move, Margaret, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around, raised her right leg and smashed it hard on the figure's head with her heel.

With a "bang!", a "person" with long hair and fangs all over his mouth fell to the ground. Miss Margaret lost consciousness with just one kick.

"Sorry, it's the full moon night tonight, Vincent can't control himself." While speaking, Miss Margaret walked around behind the "werewolf", bent down and grabbed one of his legs, dragging Vincent towards his room like a dead dog, and said to Monroe and Acuo: "Wait a moment, it won't take a long time."

Margaret walked to the door of Vincent's room, reached out and threw the "werewolf" with a minimum of 170 or 80 kilograms back into his room, and then returned to Monroe and Acuo again.

After looking at Vincent, who seemed to be dead in the room, Acuo couldn't help but shrink his neck and said to Margaret who walked up to him, "Don't you need to find someone to fix the door? What should he do if he wakes up and gets up and makes trouble?"

After a few silver bell-like smiles, Margaret turned to Acuo and said, "Dear, don't worry. In less than ten hours, our Vincent would not wake up from his sleep. But we should speed up. Mr. Siman has woken up, and I don't want him to wait too long."

At that moment, Monroe and Acuo followed Miss Margaret and walked to the end of the ward area. They stopped in front of an ordinary ward that could not be more ordinary, knocked on the door gently, and walked in: "Monroe is here - Ximan, what are you doing? Who told you to drink! Don't tell me that you are going to welcome Monroe, I know there is no good thing for this alcoholic to come!"

While Miss Margaret was muttering, Acuo saw that there was only a white old man in the ward. He looked at least eighty years old, sitting on the sofa with a needle hanging on one hand. When Margaret opened the door, he was like a child stealing candy, hiding a bottle of whiskey that had just been opened behind him.

The old man smiled at Margaret with a little embarrassed, and then said, "My baby Margaret, I can swear to God, I really don't know how this bottle of wine came to me. This must be Satan's conspiracy. He used this bottle of wine instead of apples to seduce me. Or was it Phantom Philippe, this was for revenge... Baby Margaret, just a glass... a mouthful... a small mouthful..."

Miss Margaret took the bottle from the old man's hand without any hesitation. She glared at him and said, "If I see whiskey hidden in your ward again, I will burn all the photos of those naked women under your bed! Okay, you have something to say, remember, it's only fifteen minutes!"

After saying that, Margaret took the old man's bottle and walked out the door with a angrily humming. But just as she was about to step out of the door, she suddenly thought of something, then turned around and looked at Monroe, who was still standing at the door, stretched out her hand, and said, "Get it..."

Monroe smiled bitterly, without any objection, took out his wine pot and put it in Margaret's hand. The nurse left the ward with a humming huff.

After the ward door was closed again, the old man stood up tremblingly, stretched out his arms to Monroe, and said, "Let's see who is here... Little Andreas, how long has it been since you came to see me, an old guy. I heard that you went to see God a few days ago. Why? God can't stand the smell of wine on your body, and has you knocked down to the mortal world again?"

Monroe took the lead and hugged the old man with a smile. What surprised Acuo was that after the old man hugged Monroe, he found another wine pot on him with a familiarity. Then he pushed Monroe away, glanced at the closed door, and confirmed that Miss Margaret would not suddenly break in. Then he opened the bottle plug and poured a mouthful of whiskey into his mouth.

The bottle was touched by the old man, and Monroe just smiled slightly. He didn't say anything. He just looked at the old man Shiman and took a sip of the wine, and then said with a smile: "You are not young anymore, and drinking is not good for you. You should listen to Margaret's words, and you may be able to live to a hundred years old if you quit your alcohol."

"What's the fun of living?" The old man took another big mouthful of whiskey before continuing to say to Monroe: "Little guy, you never come to see Uncle Ximan for no reason. Did the dark night force you too tight? I didn't consider staying here for two days? If you were willing to come, I would leave the best room for you."

When the little old man spoke to Monroe, his eyes had already shifted to Acuo. Before Monroe could answer whether he would come here to accompany him. The little old man Shiman had already said to him again: "The one behind you is Lin's son? Seeing him is like seeing his father when he was young, time passes so fast. It has been almost twenty years since Lin brought you to me? I didn't expect that his son is so old now."

"Yes, time passes so quickly." When Ximan said Lin Zun, Monroe smiled and looked at his watch, and continued, "It's like this is fifteen minutes, and it's over."

The little old man Ximan smiled: "You see, this is not something I can decide. Tell me, what should I do with Uncle Ximan? Is it for your business or for Son Lin?"

"I can handle my business myself." Monroe leaned against his side, gave up Acuo, and then said: "I brought Lin Zun's son to you because I wanted to ask you to do the thing I did to him that year."

"I knew you wouldn't look for Uncle Ximan innocently." The old man smiled and turned his gaze to Acuo. After pausing for a moment, he picked up a dry rose on the coffee table. Just as he grabbed the rose, a thin layer of green fluorescence suddenly appeared on the old man's body. In a blink of an eye, the green light quickly moved to the rose. At this time, the dried and black petals suddenly turned bright red again. In just a few breaths, the branches of the rose also turned back to the emerald green, and it was restored to vitality under Acuo's nose.

The little old man smiled and said to Acuo: "Hold it, take it for Uncle Ximan for a while."

If it hadn't been about the general situation of the supernatural powers from Monroe, Acuo would have thought that the old man was playing a trick in front of him. But that's it. Acuo hesitated for a while before he took the flowers from Ximan's hand. However, the moment the rose was handed over to him, it suddenly became withered again.

Just as Acuo was stunned when he was looking at the withered roses, he heard the old man smile and said, "I broke Uncle Ximan's gift. This is not possible. Uncle Ximan gives you flowers, and when you give it to Uncle Ximan, you can only be flowers."

Acuo looked at the flowers in his hand and looked at the old man who was still smiling at him. He said angrily: "It is your supernatural power to turn into flowers. How could I do it? I am not your supernatural power."

"If you don't try, how do you know that you can't do it?" The old man Ximan smiled at Acuo like a fox, and then continued, "What did Uncle Ximan do just now? Learn to do it again. Remember, Uncle Ximan only needs the flower just now. If you can't do it, don't leave. Stay here with Uncle Ximan. Although you are not the type that Baby Margaret likes, you won't refuse to let her eat sweet things occasionally."
Chapter completed!