Judge a person's identity.

Ordinary people rely on the appearance of this person.

And the practitioner relies on the breath.

Every person's body is a feng shui array.

The acupuncture point is the eye of the array, and the two qi of yin and yang flow endlessly in the eye of the array. Because the strength of the yin and yang qi in each person's body is different, the formations that are manifested are also different.

In this way, a different atmosphere is formed.

The person in front of him has a breath very similar to my grandfather.

But he wasn't.

If it were someone else, it might have been deceived. But I can't be deceived, I get along with my grandfather day and night, I know him too well, and if anything is wrong, I can find out at the first time.

At first, I thought this person was Bai Zhi or Bai You.

But I think it's unlikely.

These two people, I guess they don't have such thoughts, they may have rushed over directly when they saw that I was in danger.

What's more, they don't know my grandfather either, and if they want to imitate his grandfather's breath, they probably can't do it.

So I stared at the person in front of me, waiting for him to reveal his identity.

However, this person looked at me with a sad face: "Xiaofeng, you don't know me anymore?" ”

I was stunned: What's going on? Could it really be my grandfather? It's impossible.

He walked over and reached out and pulled the needle out of me.

He pulled out the needle very gently, as if he was afraid of hurting me. It's definitely not pretending, he is really full of love for me between loved ones.

But the way he pulled out the needle was wrong, it was definitely not my grandfather's method.

I was wondering when he suddenly lowered his head.

I saw a charm on the back of his neck.

My mind buzzed: "Charms? He's being controlled? ”

By this time, the needle on my body had almost been pulled out.

My arm regained its freedom of movement, and I reached out to remove the charm.

But when I stretched out my hand, I couldn't bear to remove the charm.

Once the spell is removed, the spirit will disappear, and if it does not disappear, it will become its original form.

By that time, I would never see my grandfather again.

Though he is false, he is illusory. But I don't want him to leave.

The needles had all been removed and I stood up.

I looked at my grandfather, and my grandfather looked at me.

He opened his mouth and said to me, "Be careful. ”

Then, his soul became more and more illusory, and he was dissipating.

I tried to help him gather his spirits, but I couldn't.

The spell was oddly designed, it could only gather souls for a certain amount of time.

Now the spell is no longer valid.

The soul began to inevitably drift away, and there was nothing I could do to help him gather it. The time is too short and the difficulty is too great.

So, in my sad gaze, he disappeared.

Once the soul is gone, there is only one spell left.

I picked up the charm, and it had turned into ordinary yellow paper, without any cultivator's breath on it.

The charm drawn by the practitioner has a breath in it. It is equivalent to a practitioner sealing part of his own power in a yellow paper.

And the charms drawn by ordinary people, that is, ordinary strokes, have no other purpose except for seeking peace of mind.

Now that there are printed spells on the market, that's even more nonsense.

I picked up the yellow paper and found it a little familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

But I can't remember where I've seen it.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the charm turned over. I was surprised to find that there was a word on the back.

I took out my phone and took a photo, and found that it said: If you want to know more about your grandfather, come and save me.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

I looked at this endless sentence, a little dazed: Who is this person? Where do I go to save people? You made it clear.

I shook my head a little speechlessly.

That's when I remembered the note that three hands had given me.

Although I was wary of this man and felt that he would not give me real secrets. But it doesn't hurt to take a look, what if something can be gained?

So I opened the note.

The contents of the note made me snort.

It is the address of dust-free mountain.

I couldn't help but be happy: this man's wishful thinking is really loud.

He knew I wanted information about the puppet. And to find these secrets, you must go to the Dustless Mountain.

So he only gave me an address. And I'm sure I can't help but give it a go.

In this way, he has achieved his goal, and he will not leak the news of Dustless Mountain, which is very smart.

I shook my head and tore the paper off.

That's when my hand stopped.

This piece of paper given to me by three hands is a bit special.

The paper was yellowish in color, but in the yellow, there was a hint of red, like blood in water.

I took out the charm again, and the yellow paper was also a little red.

These two pieces of paper can't come from the same place, right?

So, the person who saved me was locked up in the Dustless Mountain?

But who is he?

I can't figure it out. Since I can't figure it out, let's put it aside for now, after all, I have more important things to do.

I went back to my pregnant woman's home.

I saw that Zhao Bufan had disappeared.

It is estimated that three hands took him away.

It doesn't matter, anyway, I've almost asked out the secret of Zhao Bufan.

I was about to leave when I heard a shouting from inside the house: "What did you say? Tell me again? Believe it or not, I pumped you? ”

It was the man's voice.

I was stunned for a moment, walked to the door and looked inside.

I saw the pregnant woman coming out of bed.

She looked at her husband calmly: "I don't want this child anymore." He's dead, and it's useless to barely save him. ”

The man was furious and reached out to slap the pregnant woman.

Pregnant women did not hinder.

The man's hand slammed into her face.

Pregnant women don't move.

And the man's hand, as if glued to the pregnant woman's body, could not be withdrawn.

The pregnant woman looked at him calmly.

I could clearly see that the dead air on the pregnant woman's body was pouring into the man's body along the palm of his hand.

The man may feel uncomfortable and withdraw his palm.

I saw that his head was black.

He didn't have much to live.

I looked at the pregnant woman, and the resentment in her body had almost dissipated.

I nodded at her, "Okay." ”

The pregnant woman whispered, "Thank you." ”

Then, her body slowly leaned back, and finally she lay on the ground.

She's dead, but her soul is still there.

The spirit of a pregnant woman went into the courtyard and into the street.

She looked at the starry sky and breathed a sigh of relief: "There is no burden of the body, it is really comfortable." ”

In fact, we all know that what really makes her feel burdensome is not the physical body.

Regardless, she's now relieved.

I asked the pregnant woman, "What are you going to do next?" ”

The pregnant woman thought for a moment: "I don't know, maybe I will be reincarnated, maybe I will let my soul disperse." Either way the outcome is a good outcome. ”

At this time, a night breeze blew, and the soul of the pregnant woman fluttered and went into the distance.

Spirits can sense the message of the fetus, and if the opportunity is right, they will be reincarnated.

But I am a little skeptical that today's pregnant women still have no hope in the world.

There's a good chance she's going to be gone.

But she's right, either outcome is a good outcome.

She has suffered too much and should be relieved. Even if the soul is scattered, it is better than staying in the world.

The pregnant woman was gone, and I took a deep breath and left the village.

I have to rush back to the hospital and get Xia Tian back.

The village is very remote, and I walked for a long time before I came across the main road. I stopped a car on the side of the road, and after several twists and turns, I returned to the city.

By this time it was already dawn.

When I got back to the hospital, I saw Liu Lang sitting in the hallway dozing off.

The sound of my footsteps woke him up, and he looked up warily to look around.

When he found out that it was me, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person relaxed.

I asked Liu Lang, "How is it?" Nothing happened these days, right? ”

Liu Lang said: "Everything is peaceful. ”

I hummed, pushed open the door of the ward, and walked to Xia Tian's bedside.

I looked at Xia Tian on the hospital bed, and suddenly felt that this scene was a bit familiar.

How many times has this helped her get her soul back?