Chapter 1637: Zhuge grandfather (7)

"Grandpa, do not calculate it!"
Zhuge Pearl sad to see the original full of gas grandfather became like this, grabbed his hand and cried.
Zhuge ignored his grandfather called, as if into a state of ecstasy.
Saw him putting on airs, Yang Mei feel very wrong, worried him into deranged state, it will remove the needles, sealed his days Tan points.
Zhuge grandfather's point was blocked, confusion, inability to V asleep on the desktop.
Zhuge Pearl shocked, sharply questioned Yang's eyebrow, "What have you done to my grandfather?"
"He sealed the points only, Zhuge uncle, do not worry."
Yang Mei spoke, he Zhuge grandfather to enter his own strength.
Zhuge grandfather body like a hollowed out by others at this time of general vitality, and old, no wonder so fast.
Yang Zimei's vitality was injected into him smoothly, supplementing the various insufficiency of vitality in his body, and then helping him to relieve his acupoints and wake him up.
He opened his eyes, looked at Yang Zimei with a little confusion, and looked at Zhuge Mingzhu.
"Grandpa, how are you?"
Zhuge Mingzhu asked anxiously.
"Where's my uncle? I'll continue to calculate for her."
Grandpa Zhuge looked at the empty desktop and asked in a hurry.
"Grandpa, don't forget about it, you're all going crazy."
Zhuge Mingzhu regretted her intestines. "She is not an ordinary person. She has strange numerology. It is not something we mortals can calculate."
When Zhuge Mingzhu saw Yang Zimei giving his grandfather strength, he understood that she was definitely not an ordinary person.
Ordinary people, even if they are geniuses, can not be young, they have broken the practice of their Zhuge family, injected vitality into the grandfather's body, and restored the normal grandfather's grandfather.
How can such a person's numerology be counted?
Grandpa Zhuge made a decision, carefully watching Yang Zimei for a while, and nodded, "Yes. You already exist against the sky, you cannot deduct numerology."
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly, and didn't speak again.
"Great!"
Seeing that Grandpa finally gave up numerology to Yang Zimei, Zhuge Mingzhu was relieved.
Grandpa Zhuge stood up and just saw Yang Zimei's peach card that accidentally exposed his neck. He was slightly surprised, and he also found a peach card from his body.
Seeing another peachwood card, Yang Zimei was overjoyed and couldn't wait to ask, "Grandpa, can you give me this peachwood card?"
"Show me yours first."
Grandpa Zhuge looked at her.
Yang Zimei solved the peach card on his neck and handed it to Grandpa Zhuge.
Grandpa Zhuge took a serious look, then turned back and opened a drawer, and pulled out a book with a slightly worn cover from it.
Seeing this book, Yang Zimei was slightly surprised.
This looks like the book that I borrowed from Song Xuan at the beginning. It had no text, only a book with pictures, but it was a bit more obsolete.
Grandpa Zhuge opened the pages of the book, and the illustrations in it were exactly the same, all of which were patterns on the peach card.
"Grandpa, I've seen this book, but it was later stolen."
Yang Zimei took the book and turned it to the last page. The man who looked like a dragon from day to day was in the back, wearing a period costume and a mirror around his waist.
At the end, there is the map with the tomb hidden in it.
However, the age of reading this book seems to be longer than that of Song Xuan.