Fang Xiaomei said, "I'll ask when he comes back, what's the hurry?"

Mu Changfeng frowned and looked at Fang Xiaomei suspiciously. He felt that she had a different purpose. "You seem to know Wang San very well."

Fang Xiaomei said, "I don't know Wang San, but I know all the gamblers. Look at his home, the door panels are broken and the walls are covered with moss. The windows are broken and there is a smell of moldy rice in the house. He must have been poor for a long time and had no money to gamble. When he got the silver note, the first thing he thought of was to have a gambling addiction."

"How do you know he is a gambler?" Mu Changfeng remained suspicious and stared at Fang Xiaomei with bright eyes.

"Uncle Lu said that this person has all the five poisons of eating, drinking, gamble and cheating. If you forget it, I have not forgotten it." Fang Xiaomei calmly and answered without any loss of water.

"Since that's the case, what do you do for him? If you don't discuss it with me, just make your own decision. If you ask me to wait, how long will I have to wait?"

Fang Xiaomei let out a "shhh" and walked straight into the dirt house. The house was dirty and messy, and the smell of bad weather was so strong that the woman gave birth to a woman, which made Mu Changfeng dizzy. In order to find out the cause of Xin Li's death, she had to endure it desperately.

Fang Xiaomei pushed open the door of the inner room and walked in gently. She saw a middle-aged woman lying on a dirty little bed, covered in blood on the bedding, and a small baby girl sobbing in a low voice, her hands and feet moving, which was very pitiful.

A girl of seven or eight years old stood in front of the bed, holding blood-stained scissors in her hand, with no flesh on her face, lean bones and lonely, her eyes circling, like a frightened deer.

The middle-aged woman wanted to pick up her newly born daughter, but she lost all her strength. Seeing that Fang Xiaomei was not like a villain, she immediately cast a look of help.

Fang Xiaomei lifted the quilt and placed the baby on the woman's arms. Her eyes moved lightly and found that the woman's lower body was indeed as blood as she expected.

"Save me!" The middle-aged woman looked at her daughter and made a faint call for help.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" The girl rushed to the bed and cried very pitifully.

Fang Xiaomei put her hair on the girl and said, "I know you, your name is Zhuang Mengdie."

Zhuang Mengdie said softly, "Please... save me, I have two children to raise."

Fang Xiaomei smiled slightly and said loudly: "Mu Changfeng, come in for me."

Mu Changfeng said: "That lady has just given birth, so what kind of demeanor I will go in?"

Fang Xiaomei said: "If you need your life, can you come in?"

Mu Changfeng hesitated for a moment, took out a scarf and covered his eyes, and walked carefully, for fear that he would make a sound that would shock the child.

"Give me one of your hemostatic medicine."

Without saying a word, Mu Changfeng gave her all the hemorrhage-suppressing medicine she carried with him.

Fang Xiaomei served Zhuang Mengdie to take the pill, held Mu Changfeng's hand, placed it on the woman's forehead, and said, "She is in danger and needs your spiritual power to save her life. It is clear in advance that she has stepped into the gate of hell and needs a lot of spiritual power."

Mu Changfeng nodded and happily transferred half of his spiritual power into Zhuang Mengdie's body.

When Fang Xiaomei was delivering spiritual power, she went to the kitchen to find some white flour that was not moldy, cooked a bowl of rice paste, and barely fed the baby girl.
Chapter completed!