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In the bedroom.
"Heavenly Master, you must help my daughter get rid of this calamity. She's not yet married."
The woman was almost on her knees pleading with the Old Taoist Priest.
"Madam Yao, do not get agitated. The ghost fetus has not yet taken shape; this will not be a problem," the Old Taoist Priest consoled Mother Yao with a few words.
"That's good, that's good. My poor daughter, why should she suffer this misfortune?" Madam Yao was continuously wiping tears, full of trust and gratitude towards the Old Taoist Priest.
The Old Taoist Priest turned to the absent-minded Yao Wei, "Miss Yao, are you sure you can't remember anything else?"
Yao Wei tried hard to remember, "I… really can't remember."
The Old Taoist Priest fell silent for a moment, "Does Miss Yao have a boyfriend? Or perhaps a boyfriend who has passed away..."
Xia Han and Chuzheng entered and happened to hear this question.