Ma Ling'er was also anxious next to her, and when she heard Mao Youqiu say this, she asked eagerly, "Uncle Qiu, is there a clue?"

Mao Youqiu asked, "By the way, Xiaoling, when did you separate from him yesterday?"

"It's about ten o'clock, what's wrong?" replied Ma Ling'er.

"I suspect that Xiao Qian just ran into something on the way home. Mao Youqiu said.

Ma Ling'er suddenly thought of a way, that is, the Ma family spiritism, the so-called spiritism, is to be able to read anything that has been experienced or seen before, but this Ma family spiritism is too strange to Ma Ling'er, but Ma Ling'er has only seen it twice when he was looking through the Ma family genealogy before, and the most recent one has been more than 300 years, but he still mentioned it to Mao Youqiu: "By the way, Uncle Qiu, I seem to remember that our Ma family has a unique secret art, called spiritism." ”

And the psychic Mao Youqiu has only heard of it, and has not seen it with his own eyes, everything is still just a legend, so what Ma Linger said is only half-believed, but this is also the only life-saving straw, so he still said to Ma Ling'er: "Will you yourself that little spirit?"

Ma Ling'er was also very embarrassed, because the spiritism was only recorded, and there were no actual spells and runes recorded, and it was even more difficult to restart the spiritism, and Ma Ling'er also told Mao Youqiu about his difficulties.

Mao Youqiu was really unwilling, the only life-saving straw was gone, just sitting on the side and sighing.

Because she felt as if she had given someone else a chance, but this opportunity was just a slim one, Ma Linger felt that she was sorry for Mao Youqiu, and suddenly began to blame herself: "I'm sorry, Uncle Qiu, I didn't mean to." ”

"It's okay, you can't be blamed for that. Mao Youqiu said, and suddenly was about to sob, and said: "I am such a son, I originally thought that our Mao family would exorcise demons for generations, and in my generation, I could finally be a normal person, and I could live a normal life without running around, but I never expected that it would be such an ending." ”

Ma Ling'er was blaming herself, and suddenly thought that this dream trip had been with our Ma family for so many years, maybe he should know, so he said to Mao Youqiu: "By the way, Uncle Qiu, although I don't know this spiritism, but the trip has been with our Ma family for so many years, he may know something." ”

Only then did Mao Youqiu's face change, and he hurriedly said, "Then hurry up and call him over." ”

Ma Linger called Dream Xing, explained the reason, and asked Dream Xing to come over.

After the dream trip came over, the dream trip also glanced at Mao Yingqian a little, and tried it with ordinary methods to see if it could solve the problem, but after checking it again, it was the same as Mao Youqiu, I don't know why.

At this time, Ma Linger said spiritism.

However, Dream Xing's reply also made Mao Youqiu's situation worse, Dream Xing said: "The so-called spiritism is just to obtain the memory of a certain spirit through a certain medium. ”

"What do you mean?" asked Mao You.

Dream Xing explained again: "To put it simply, if you want to get someone's memory of a certain period of time, you can only let his soul leave the body, and that medium is me, which is why in the whole of China, only the Ma family has spiritism." ”

Like us normal people, this soul can't leave our body, unless it's death, so at this point, Mao Youqiu hesitated, after all, this is a single generation of generations, and if there is a slight mistake, he will die in Huangquan. At this time, you must not mess around, so Mao Youqiu said, "Can you let me think about it first?" After speaking, he sat in place and kept thinking.

Seeing that the time was passing minute by minute, Mao Youqiu still couldn't come up with the result, and Ma Ling'er, who was accompanying him, was also very anxious, but at this time, it was not easy to urge him, so he could only stomp his feet beside him.

It may be that such a life-and-death parting is already commonplace in Dream Trip, so Dream Trip still maintains an indifferent attitude.

Soon it was dusk, and Mao Yingqian also began to appear to return to the light, originally the three souls and seven spirits had been suppressed, but now he could break through this enchantment by himself and sit up. Seeing that Mao Youqiu and the others had been sitting there next to him, he called, "Dad." ”

Mao Youqiu, who was screaming this time, seemed to have a golden light in front of him, and everyone looked towards this sound, Mao Yingqian was sitting there, smiling at the three of them, this feeling was like walking in the sunset, the warm fiery clouds, setting off the water surface.

Mao Youqiu seemed to walk over with tears in his eyes, wanting to hug Mao Yingqian, just called out "Child, you finally ......" When he hugged Mao Yingqian, before the words were finished, the joy on his lips disappeared instantly, because he had been eliminating demons for many years, people were dying, and Mao Youqiu could still feel this kind of thing, and Mao Youqiu also served as the Yin Division, and he knew the result of Yangshou better, the tears couldn't be stopped, and he didn't want to say anything, he just wanted to hold Mao Yingqian.

At this time, Ma Linger couldn't control it anymore and cried.

Mao Yingqian saw the two of them crying, and he already understood that his time was running out, so he began to comfort: "Don't be like this, aren't I okay now, I'm just a little sorry for my father, and I can't repay you for your parenting." ”

As soon as he said this, Mao Youqiu's hand hugged tighter, for fear of losing him, but now he couldn't speak.

At this time, Dream Xing was still looking at them, although Dream Xing, who was used to life and death, still began to get anxious, and said to himself: "Strange, when Mao Yingqian was born, I calculated his life expectancy with him, and according to his birth date, he can live at least to ninety years old, but now it seems that it is obviously not like it." ”

"When is it, you don't say such cool things. Ma Linger cried.

Dream Xing still didn't believe it, so he calculated it again through Mao Yingqian's birthday, but this time the result surprised Dream Xing: "No, according to his numerology, it's impossible." ”

"What do you mean?" asked Ma Ling'er.

Dream Xing explained: "According to his current numerology, the sunset is ten ten, which is the end of fate, that is, there is still about a quarter of an hour. ”

"A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, what can we do?" said Ma Ling'er with a sob.

Although this matter is nothing for Dream Xing, Dream Xing also wants to know if something has moved him, so he walked next to Mao Youqiu and pulled Mao Youqiu away: "Xiao Maozi, you wait a minute, I have something to ask Xiao Qian." ”

However, at this time, Mao Youqiu was like a child, holding Mao Yingqian all the time.

And Mao Yingqian was already awake, and when he saw that Dream Xing had something to ask, he said directly: "Uncle Dream can just say what he wants to ask." ”

"Did something happen to you last night?" asked Yumewalk.

Mao Yingqian thought back to last night, and then remembered, and said: "After I left your house, on the way back, I met a person who was selling dusk, and I also bought one out of curiosity, and when I finished paying, I didn't know anything." ”