Hearing this, Master Yuan's eyes turned red, and he choked up, "Sir, please cast a spell, no matter what the result, the old man can bear it." ”

Although Mu Cripple had no children or daughters, he could not see the elderly people grieving for their children, so after reluctantly swallowing a sigh, he took out the copper needle, threw it into the air, and did not say more, only said, "Thread the needle and lead the soul." Go, find Yuan Wei's soul, guide it, and bring him home. ”

Suddenly a white light flashed in the room, stinging the eyes of the Yuan family.

Master Yuan also forgot about the pain at the moment, he rubbed his eyes, looked in the direction of the strong light with his eyelids half-open, and when he saw clearly what was shining, his mouth opened wide in shock, and he pieced together three circles with his eyes: there was an extra white line in the eye of the needle, it was like a restless tail, flicking left and right in the windless room, looking like he couldn't hold it.

The white line was very bright, and Master Yuan felt that the light it emitted was almost going to break the whole room.

"Amitabha, I'm afraid the night pearl in the palace is not as bright as it." The expression on his face was happy and afraid, of course because his daughter's affairs were eyebrow-raised, but he was afraid because it was the first time in his life that he had seen such a strange scene, and he was inevitably afraid in his heart.

In the past month, in order to find people, he has tried all methods, the right road is wild, the threshold of the county government is about to be trampled by him, and the monk Fang Shi does not know how much he has found, but every time he waits for it, he is disappointed. Later, he was afraid, because he had already realized that disappointment is the cruelest emotion in the world, and it is like a basin of cold water, pouring the fire in people's hearts to ashes.

This time, he didn't expect anything when he saw the ancestor of the Mu family who came to the door, but what he didn't expect was that this inconspicuous-looking old man had such amazing ability.

"The soul is back! The East can't ask for something, the elders are thousands, but the soul is a few. The Soul Returns! In the south, you can't stop it, carve black teeth, get human flesh to worship, and use its bones as a base. The Soul Returns! The harm of the West is a thousand miles of quicksand. The Soul Returns! The north can't stop a little, increase the ice, and fly a thousand miles of snow......"

The sad song floated out of Mu Cripple's slightly sloppy lips, Master Yuan couldn't understand it, but he felt that the words fell in his heart, like a gentle hand, smoothing out the messy lines in his heart.

The long needle seemed to be infected by the song, and it floated flat in the air, the white line from the tip of the needle to the tail was straight, as if it had been aimed at some unknown distance.

"The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there is a maple on it. The eyes are extremely thousand, and the heart is sad. The soul returns, mourn Jiangnan! The singing stopped, Mu Cripple lowered the corners of his eyes, focused his gaze on the copper needle, and two words overflowed from his lips, "Go." ”

As soon as the words fell, the copper needle flew towards the door as if it had received an order, passed through the wooden door under the surprised gaze of the Yuan family, and flew into the hazy sky.

"It'...... It flew ......"

Master Yuan's body weakened and sat down heavily. only heard a crisp sound of "snapping", the chair leg was broken into two sections, and his huge body fell to the ground with a "bang".

***

Just when the Yuan family was hurriedly helping Master Yuan, Mu Xiaowu walked to the window alone and stared at a delicately made butterfly kite floating above the courtyard wall. The kite has been floating there for a long time, and every time it is blown a little away by the wind, it will be pulled back again, as if it is reluctant to bear this high red wall.

"It's strange, those people outside the city are competing to see whose kite is flying high, why does this butterfly kite seem to be unwilling to fly high and far?"

Thinking so, she pushed open the door of the house and walked towards the courtyard wall, but the general had only taken a few steps before her, and a light flashed before her eyes—a copper needle dragging a long white thread back.

"How can it be so fast? Could it be that Yuan Wei's soul is nearby and has never left? Her eyebrows tightened, and she followed the brass needle back into the house.

After the copper needle flew around the top of the beam, it slowly stopped on the palm of Mu Cripple's outstretched hand. Seeing this scene, Master Yuan had long forgotten the pain in his buttocks, and hurriedly walked towards Mu Cripple with the support of his son.

"Sir, have you embroidered it?" He felt that his heart was tightly bound by an iron ring, and he couldn't breathe out of it.

Mu Cripple didn't answer, and only threw the needle at the stack of clothes and socks left by Miss Yuan that were still on the table. The copper needle shuttled through the clothes, and soon came back again, settling again in the wooden box. Master Yuan was puzzled, and just wanted to ask, but suddenly "ah", his body shook violently, and he clenched his two fat hands into fists.

The clothes, shoes and socks that were still well folded suddenly moved, first the shirt, which rose up layer by layer, from the hem to the placket to the collar, flattening and straightening little by little. Then, the two sleeves also stood up, as if an invisible person was slowly putting them on their bodies.

The shirt floated above the table, less than two feet away from the table, dangling.

Soon, the shoes and jewellery were also in place, the hairpin rings floated above the collar, the shoes and socks stood under the skirt, and the upper of the shoes hung on the table.

An invisible woman stood in front of everyone without touching her feet.

"Wei'er," Master Yuan finally called out the two words that had been in his throat for a long time, his eyes were red, and he barely fell to the ground with the support of his son, but his body was still tilting forward, "Wei'er, Wei'er, is it you?" ”

With a dingdong, the woman seemed to bow her head and bow to Master Yuan. But it was such a small action, but Master Yuan was sure that this was his baby girl. He looked at her like a treasure, and his every movement he knew all too well, so that even though she was now only wrapped in an empty shirt, he recognized her at a glance.

In the face of this situation, the Yuan family was grief-stricken, and the sound of crying suddenly rose and fell. Especially Master Yuan, he couldn't control himself at all, his fat body trembled, and he cried like a three-year-old child.

"Master, please cherish your body, it won't take too long for the soul to return, if you want to ask, it's better to ask quickly." Mu Cripple hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him, and only then did he stop Master Yuan's crying.

"Wei'er," Master Yuan stepped forward and reached out to touch the corner of his daughter's skirt, but shrunk back. He sobbed, but anger flashed in his eyes, "Wei'er, who harmed you, for my father, I will avenge you." ”

"Wood Harrier," an unreal-sounding voice floated out of Yuan Wei's clothes, and then turned into an inaudible sob, like the howling of the wind, "Wood Harrier...... Wood harriers hurt me......"