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Chapter 1182

Although the two elders of the Shen family and Shen Ming couldn't believe that such a ridiculous thing could happen in this world, when they thought that Shen Wan was indeed a completely different person from before, and the person in front of them who Song Heng said was the real Shen Wan, The things he said were indeed true, so I believed them all.

"Are you Wan'er?" Li asked in a trembling voice.

"Shen Wan" nodded and called out in a tearful tone: "Mother..."

"My Wan'er..." Ms. Li stood up, and the mother and daughter hugged each other and cried.

Mrs. Liu was on pins and needles. When she thought about this possessed female ghost who had lived in the Song family for so long and gave birth to a grandson for her Song family, she felt so unlucky and terrible that she had goosebumps all over her body. In the past two years, the General's Mansion has been frequented. She had been in poor health since the accident. Apart from Lin Qingxue's trouble, she was probably the bad luck brought about by this unlucky female ghost. It's no wonder she had dystocia when she gave birth, because God forbid her to do so. The more Liu Shiyu thought about giving birth to this child, the more terrifying she felt. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead in the middle of winter.

When she thought that her daughter really died and came back to life, Ms. Li's heart ached. The mother and daughter held each other and cried for a long time before they separated.

Shen Yi also accepted this fact. He looked at his daughter, then at the person occupying her daughter's body, and asked Song Heng, "Is it possible for Wan'er's body to be restored?"

Song Heng shook his head and said, "We don't know about this either."

Song Ziyu rolled her eyes and said, "Let the person who took over my mother's body die first, and then let my mother die. Maybe my mother can return to her body."

Hearing this, Shen Wan clenched her fists in her sleeves.

"Shen Wan" shook her head in disapproval, "This method is not advisable. If we can't get it back, neither of us will be able to survive."

Song Ziyu curled his lips and said, "How will you know if you don't try?"

Shen Ming thought for a while and said, "I heard that Master Wuchen of Huguo Temple is an eminent monk. Maybe he can find a way to return my sister's soul to her body." Although he didn't believe in any gods or Buddhas in the past, he could Now that something like this happened around him, he had to believe it.

The hands in Shen Wan's sleeves were squeezed a little tighter, and the short nails dug deeply into the flesh. She could understand that they wanted the soul of the original owner to return to the body that originally belonged to the original owner, but the original owner returned to this place. After taking body, where will she go?

Shen Wan felt sad. After all, they were biological father and daughter, biological siblings, and they would only think of their daughter and sister. As for her, the person who took over their daughter and sister's body, it was of no importance and did not need to be considered.

Ms. Liu hurriedly said: "Why don't we go to the Huguo Temple immediately? Bring Zian with us." She felt that they needed the blessing of Buddha's light now.

The two elders of the Shen family also agreed that they were looking for Master Wuchen to protect the country, so the Shen and Song families took a carriage to the Huguo Temple.

In the carriage, Shen Wan was holding Xiao An. Xiao An noticed that she was unhappy, so he didn't make any fuss and looked at her obediently.

Hui'er sat aside, her brows furrowed. She had been standing guard outside, but she had been listening to the people inside. Master Shen and Master Shen both wanted the original madam to return to her body. But if she returns to her own body, what will her wife do? Can she get rid of the body she is currently possessed by? Is that possible?

The carriage staggered up the mountain, and when it reached the stairs, everyone got out of the carriage. Ms. Liu's legs and feet were not good, so it was Song Heng who carried her up the stairs.

When we arrived at the gate of Huguo Temple, a young novice monk came up to us.

"Amitabha, how many of you are from the Zhenbei General's Mansion?"

"Exactly," Song Heng nodded.
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