After the old man left, Lake closed the door and saw his uncle Jeffrey waving his hands in disgust, as if something unclean was stuck on them.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

Lake asked Jeffrey with some confusion.

"It seems that the ink on the paper was not very good just now. I got some on my hands and it was sticky and looked disgusting. I remember that the conditions on that farm were not bad. It was a state-owned farm, so the conditions were not that bad."

As Jeffrey spoke, he raised his palms to prove it to Lake.

But Lake didn't see any viscous black liquid, only some gray-white filmy substance on his uncle's hands, as if something had been dried and taken away, leaving circles after circles.

White border.

"No, and uncle, what are those white edges on your hands? They look disgusting."

Lake shook his head, pointed at Jeffrey's palm and asked with some disgust.

"ah?"

Jeffrey was a little puzzled when he heard that Lake didn't see the black ink on his hand. He turned his palm over and took a look. As a result, he didn't even see the white edge that Lake mentioned. The palm was very clean and there were no traces.

Jeffrey didn't believe it. He searched back and forth for traces, but there was nothing. It was as if what he had just seen and felt were false and just an illusion.

"Gone."

Jeffrey immediately became energetic and stood up straight. He clearly saw something on his hands just now, especially since he complained in his mind that the quality of the ink was really poor.

"Hey, I just saw that uncle, you also have something in your hand! Why is it not there?"

Lake also came up and saw that the white edge on Jeffrey's hand had disappeared. He screamed in surprise, attracting the attention of the two elderly people who were still playing cards in the living room.

"What's wrong?"

Thomson threw the cards in his hand into the discard pile, stood up and walked to the foyer. He was originally playing cards with Buti, and just as he was about to play the cards, he heard his grandson's shout of surprise, which made him

I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Brother An, you are not very kind."

Buti, who was about to win the game, saw Thomson across the table throw away all the cards in his hand, turn around and leave. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, so he had to stand up and put the cards in his hand into the pile to take a look.

What happened at the door?

Let's go back to the door. Thomson has already reached the place and saw the uncle and nephew with their heads together and studying Jeffrey's palm. There was no picture as expected. Jeffrey fell to the ground.

Something went wrong with Lake, and it ended up in such a situation, which made him a little depressed. It was a good thing that he rushed over in such a hurry.

"Lake, why are you so surprised? I almost won just now. If I weren't worried about you, I wouldn't give up that good luck."

Thomson rightly complained to Lake, who was still studying his uncle's palm.

"Cough, cough."

At this time Buti also came over. He listened to what Grandpa Lake said without saying a word. He just coughed and pretended that he hadn't heard anything just now. He walked to Lake as if nothing had happened, lowered his head and asked.

"What's wrong?"

Buti was also curious about what happened.

"My uncle just touched something dirty on his hand, but when I looked at it, there were only some dry white marks. When the uncle checked again, they had disappeared, but both of us clearly saw something!"

Lake pointed to Jeffrey's palm and explained confidently.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean, I can't understand you? What did you just say? Jeffrey, can I just call you that?"

Buti did not understand what Lake said. He was a little confused and felt that he had to let a reliable adult explain the situation.

"Well, of course it's possible."

Jeffrey did agree with Buti's title. After all, he could call himself that both emotionally and rationally. He used concise language to explain what Lake had said again.

"Isn't it similar to what I said?"

After hearing his uncle's story, Lake found that it was not much different from what he said, and said a little unconvinced.

"almost?"

Jeffrey did not continue speaking, he just looked at Lake without speaking.

"Isn't it just that you didn't talk about the causes and consequences?"

Looking at his uncle's eyes, Lake couldn't help but feel a little frightened and stammered.

"What did Mr. Stu ask just now?"

Jeffrey did not choose to let Lake go, but pressed further.

"What's wrong."

Lake's tone completely softened. He knew that his answer just now was not in line with his father's question, but he just remembered that his uncle was such a serious person and would not allow himself to refuse to admit after making a mistake.

It can be said that he and his father have been a little too comfortable during this period, and they have forgotten the severity of his uncle.

"Next time, remember to dare to admit your mistakes and don't try to shirk responsibility whenever a mistake occurs."

Jeffrey pointed at Lake and said.

"Oh, I see."

Lake lowered his head habitually and answered obediently.

"Can you show me that piece of paper? And Jeffrey, just call me Dad, that's what everyone calls me."

Booty waited until Jeffrey finished educating Lake before speaking again.

"Okay, Lake, go and get that piece of paper from the shoe cabinet. I need to take a breath."

Jeffrey felt that his head was starting to feel dizzy again. He shook his head to cheer himself up, but the effect was not very good, so he just instructed Lake to get the things.

"Gone!"

Lake went to the shoe cabinet and searched for a long time but couldn't find the piece of paper he got from the thin old man. After confirming that he couldn't find it, he could only walk to the living room and report the situation.

"What's missing?"

Thomson, who came out of the kitchen with a teapot, heard what Lake said and asked.

"The paper is gone."

Lake spread his hands and said it was none of his business and he didn't know anything.

"Gone?"

Jeffrey didn't believe it, and he began to question his memory.

"Gone!"

Lake replied decisively.

"Hey, how come it's gone?"

Jeffrey was a little distressed. The evidence in his hand was gone, and the ones on the shoe cabinet were gone, but he clearly remembered that there was one! If there was none, wouldn't it prove that he was lying?

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, we believe in you."

Thomson saw that Jeffrey was a little nervous and started to turn his head anxiously, and quickly comforted him. He was afraid that Jeffrey was not in a good state to begin with, and the pressure would aggravate the situation.

He already felt a little regretful for tricking his son into drinking. Now if something happens to Jeffrey again, he would be committing a big crime.

"That's very problematic. Lake, please describe to me the appearance of the person you just saw. He is the person who gave you the paper."

Buti realized that if Jeffrey and Lake hadn't remembered wrongly, there would have been only one outcome. They had met professionals, or in other words, professionals had been involved in the incident.

Lake absorbed the words criticized by his uncle just now, carefully recalled the appearance and clothing of the thin old man on the side, and explained it to Buti in detail.

"Well, have you noticed anything strange about him, such as the tone of his voice or any subconscious movements?"

Buti didn't get any useful information from Lake's story, so he wanted to see if he could get some clues from other places to analyze the situation.

"Ah? I really didn't notice anything strange."

Lake recalled it again, but because he was just a bystander and his mind was not on the conversation, he was simply acting as a support pillar, so he did not notice these details.

"He spoke with some retroflex sounds, which seemed to come from the nasal cavity."

At this time, Jeffrey next to him spoke, his voice getting lower and lower, a little tired.

"Son, are you okay?"

Seeing that Jeffrey's condition was getting worse, Thomson frowned and looked serious. He stood up and walked to Jeffrey's side and touched the temperature of his son's forehead with his hand, and then compared it with his own temperature.

There wasn't much of a difference, so I calmed down my anxiety a little.

"Let me take a look."

Buti also noticed Jeffrey's state. He placed his palm that had accumulated the power of order on the forehead of Jeffrey who had closed his eyes and lay weakly on the sofa. After exploring for a while, he found that Jeff

There was something wrong in the heart, so I added some exploration of the power of order.

Although Buti could not see the situation inside Jeffrey's body, he could feel that there was a small life in his heart that was undulating and eating. It was a Gu insect. This is a unique method of the voodoo shaman from Buye continent.

Use small bugs cultivated by special means to cast spells to achieve different purposes.

"You hold him down, he has some problems, I have to solve them."
To be continued...