"What a cute little guy, so well behaved!" Han Xingyi was good at petting the cat, and couldn't put it down anymore: "I just don't know which bad guy hurt its ears!"
"The bad guy you are talking about should be me." Wen Nanxing stood up and approached, reaching out to touch the black cat.
"Meow!" the black cat roared at her fiercely. Its blue eyes were strangely red. When facing Wen Nanxing, the red was especially strong. But it still looked at the hair in Wen Nanxing's hair.
The purple-gleaming embroidery needle was frightened. So it burrowed into Han Xingyi's arms, exposing only her buttocks.
Wen Nanxing snorted, took out a big round pearl, and threw it into the air. The black cat's ears were very smart, but it couldn't change its playful nature. It turned around and jumped up to catch the pearl.
Wen Nanxing raised his hand and the pearl returned to his hand.
"Meow!" the black cat seemed to accuse.
Wen Nanxing smiled, took out the embroidery needle from her bun, and carefully carved a circle of symbols on the big pearl.
"Mother-in-law, is there anyone in Yulong Lane who knows how to poke eyes?" Wen Nanxing asked.
Mr. Long: "...Yes, there is an old man who is drunk all day long in a thatched shed next to the dilapidated City God's Temple you mentioned. He is a carver."
Wen Nanxing took Pearl for piercing, and Han Xingyi and Wen Ruyi also followed.
Along the way, Han Xingyi introduced the crickets that he and Wen Ruyi had caught to Wen Nanxing one by one.
"By the way, Madam, in addition to catching five big crickets, we also picked up a beautiful cricket jar!" Han Xing said heartily, and asked Wen Ruyi to take out the cricket jar.
"Sir, actually I didn't pick it up," Wen Ruyi handed the jar over: "I took it out of my house when I left. I forgot about it after I passed out that day."
As he spoke, he hissed, and his finger accidentally got a small cut from the cricket jar, and a string of blood beads flowed out.
"Throw it away!" Wen Nanxing's face changed drastically.
This is it!
"You said it was brought from home, did you just ask who gave it to you?" Wen Nanxing thought to herself, "Could it be Bai Mu again? How dare she use evil methods in Wen's family?"
"It's the White Goddess." Wen Ruyi saw that her husband looked ugly and knew that this matter was serious: "At that time, I was haunted by ghosts and had trouble sleeping day and night. Someone recommended the White Goddess to my mother. She gave me this cricket jar.
, let me burn incense and worship every day.”
"What happens next?" Wen Nanxing listened and asked quietly.
"It was clear for several days after that, but I always felt like my eyes were covered with a layer of fog that I couldn't see clearly. Sometimes I could see a few long hairy pillars in the fog, which would move..." Wen Ruyi
recalled.
"Then one night, those ghosts appeared again, and they were arguing with something in the fog, which made my head split. Then I woke up again and saw Mr.
As she spoke, Wen Ruyi suddenly covered her head in pain, with a red thread flashing in her eyes.
"Quick! Read after me!" Wen Nanxing's clear voice sounded in Wen Ruyi's ears: "The soul of life is clear, the soul of hero is condensed..."
Wen Ruyi gritted her teeth, clenched the bone whistle full of runes in her right hand, struggled for a trace of clarity, and spoke with difficulty: "The soul of life is clear, the spirit of the hero is condensed..."
Wen Nanxing added: "Open my Dharma Eyes to observe my practice..."
Wen Ruyi finished reciting the Concentration Art after her, and the roar and pain in her head subsided.
"Xingyi, go to the tea shop opposite and buy a pot of scalding hot tea!" Wen Nanxing said urgently to Han Xingyi.
Han Xing looked at Wen Ruyi's frightened look. Knowing that this was a big deal, she stuffed the black cat into his arms and ran to the tea shop opposite.
The kettle of hot tea that had just been boiled was brought over. After Wen Nanxing took it, he poured water into the dark red cricket pot.
A pair of hands suddenly appeared in front of me, tightly covering the spout of the teapot.
"Mr. Gu?" Wen Nanxing frowned: "Mr. Gu, please let go, this teapot is very hot."
Gu Langzhong's face turned pale, but he did not let go, letting the hot teapot spout burn into the palm of his hand.
"Please give it to me, Mrs. Wen." Gu Langzhong said with a white face.
"Why? Doctor Gu knows that this is an evil thing!" Wen Nanxing said.
"If I destroy it, I will never see my wife again. Please make it happen, Mrs. Wen." Mr. Gu remained motionless, and the palms of his hands were already swollen and ulcerated.
Wen Nanxing sighed: "You know that what you see is not real... What you do is all in vain!"
Since the last time she took those pregnant women to Mr. Gu's house, she discovered Mr. Gu's secret. But she didn't expect that he would be willing to be lowered just to be with his dead wife again.
"Ms. Wen, there is no need to persuade me. Everyone has their own ambitions." Gu Langzhong laughed sadly and said, "I have made up my mind and no one can change it."
"Okay, let it go, I promise you." Although Wen Nanxing didn't understand why someone would risk their life for the sake of love, she also admired Dr. Gu.
"Thank you." Gu Langzhong slowly picked up the cricket jar and put it in his arms. He turned around and said to Wen Ruyi: "Young Master didn't drip much blood, so don't worry. I will keep it safe for you in the future..."
Looking at Gu Langzhong's thin figure, the three of them stood there blankly for a long time.
"Sir, why does Mr. Gu want such a harmful thing?" Wen Ruyi asked in confusion.
"This cricket jar is used to lower people's heads. There should be an evil poison in it, which is designed to absorb people's yang energy. The person whose head is lowered will give it bit by bit his yang energy, and it will transform into
The person or thing that the person is thinking about is just like Mr. Gu. He misses his dead wife, and the evil spirit takes the form of his dead wife and stays with him until his yang energy is gone!"
Wen Nanxing finished speaking coldly, but in fact, anger welled up in her heart, Bai Mu deserved to die!
"Ah? Then Mr. Gu is so stupid. He knows clearly that it is an illusion, so why do he still insist on it?" Wen Ruyi exclaimed. This is because he wants to die.
"Probably because of the word love." Wen Nanxing said helplessly. The feelings are infatuating, fascinating and incredible.
"It's so scary. I want to stay away from the word love." Han Xingyi on the side shuddered, stroked the black cat and said.
Wen Nanxing nodded: "Maybe we should all stay away from it."
"Yes, sir." Wen Ruyi responded solemnly.
"Mother, Mr. Gu is here with a jar of crickets." Bai Liangqiu said to Bai's mother with a smile.
"Oh? I thought this object was going to be lost, but I didn't expect it to come to the door by myself." Bai Mu smiled and said, "Let him in."
Bai Mu looked at how the tall and tall Gu Langzhong had become shabby in just less than half a year. She knew that he was going to great lengths to see his deceased wife.
"Okay, very good!" Bai Mu said with a proud smile.
She used this cricket jar to accumulate the yang energy of ordinary people, and then took it to the Wen family to associate the contents with Mr. Wen. While expelling the ghosts around Mr. Wen, she quietly absorbed the energy of the Wen family.
Luck, to nourish her and her son.
This is killing two birds with one stone!
"Your life is running out. Go back and drip blood into it. Remember, this time you have to use your heart's blood. Only then can you see your wife one last time." Bai Mu stroked the cricket jar and put it back in Gu Lang's hands.