Qian Cangyi hid behind a relatively large dead log, holding his breath. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's good that I reacted quickly." Seeing that he had not been discovered, Qian Cang breathed a sigh of relief.

When the little girl continued to walk forward, Qian Cang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and continued to follow.

In a short time, the little girl came to a grave, and then Qian Cang saw the little girl reach out and lay the severed hand in the flower basket on the ground.

"This is ......" Qian Cang's brows furrowed, and the development of things became more and more bizarre.

Then he heard the little girl's voice.

"Mom, this palm is the freshest palm, you will definitely be able to live." The girl's voice seemed to be full of anticipation.

"Come alive? Is her mother dead? Qian Cangyi leaned out a little, and he saw the girl in red kneeling on the ground, and the palm in the flower basket was placed in front of the girl in red.

The girl in red folded her hands and her head raised at 45°, very religious.

"How is that possible? If you can come back to life in this way, it's not a laughing death. Qian Cangyi snorted coldly in his heart, and he waited for the frustrated expression that would immediately appear on the face of the girl in red.

At this time, the mutation protrudes.

For some reason, a holy light descended on the girl in red in the sky, and this white holy light seemed to dispel all the gloom of the dead wood forest.

Warmth spreads throughout the body, driving away all the cold.

"Oh my God, it came out so soon?" Qian Cangyi had already forgotten what he had just thought.

"Great Lord, can you bring your mother back to life, she is so kind, so gentle, after my mother is gone, my father is drunk every day, and the house is no longer full of laughter, please." The girl in red prays to the gods in heaven, praying for things that only gods can do.

As the girl in red began to kneel, the palm in front of her slowly rose like a feather.

The palm of the hand rose to about three meters, and then suddenly fell to the ground.

The light vanished, and the eerie gloom of the dead wood swept over like waves again.

[The palm is not fresh enough, if you really want to resurrect your mother, you must find the freshest palm, you know? 】

A majestic voice came from the sky, soft and beautiful, like a nightingale's singing.

"But, great lord, this is the freshest palm I can find, where can I find a fresher palm?" The girl in red has a reverent gaze.

[By your side, there will be fresher palms.] 】

As soon as the voice in the sky finished speaking, Qian Cangyi felt a cold air sweep through his body, and at this time he felt like a prey targeted by a hunter, and if he didn't run away immediately, the scythe of death would cut his throat at any time.

"Are you the one who followed me just now? Uncle? At some point, the girl in red appeared beside Qian Cangyi.

"How is that possible...... I didn't hear anything, and besides, how could it be so fast, just for so long? Other than that...... Uncle ......" Qian Cang pulled the corners of his mouth.

Qian Cangyi looked down at the little girl's terrible face, trying not to vomit.

"No, I'm just passing through." Qian Cangyi kept a smile on his face, and then he shook his head.

"Uncle's hands are so beautiful!" The girl in red stared at Qian Cangyi's hand, the eyeballs in her eyes seemed to be about to pop out, and what was even more terrifying was that the girl in red also stretched out her tongue and licked her lips.

Qian Cangyi didn't reply, but naturally put his hand in his pants pocket.

After losing sight of Qian Cangyi's hand, the girl in red also returned to her normal state, without the fanatical expression she had just now.

"Do you want to resurrect your mother?" Qian Cang asked.

"Hmm!" The girl in red nodded affirmatively, as if someone knew what she was thinking, which made her very happy.

"Why didn't your dad help you? Doesn't he want to resurrect your mother? Qian Cangyi continued to ask, and at this time he tried to divert the topic away from the word palm.

"The ghost knows if the owner of the palm lying in front of the grave can still breathe at this time, everything in this dead wood forest looks very weird, it's better to be careful, and now I'm a real person here!" Qian Cangyi leaned his left shoulder against the dead wood, and the expression on his face was very casual.

"Hmm!" The girl in red shook her head, "I can't tell my father about this, the great lord said that if I tell my father, then this method won't work, and I won't be able to resurrect my mother." ”

Seeing such a terrifying face coquettish to himself, Qian Cangyi got goosebumps.

"Do you believe in the Great Lord?" Qian Cang thought of the Holy Light just now, if it was a faith fanatic, maybe when the Holy Light appeared, they would be willing to sacrifice their lives.

"In essence, the object of all religious worship is derived from nature.

Throughout history, religion has been used by those in power, either to lead people up or to depravity, and for non-believers, the logic of believers seems quite ridiculous, because the needs of believers are not fully considered.

In many cases, all people need is a sense of trust, a sense of dependence, which is why people who are rich and wealthy can become religious believers.

At this time, the girl in red needs this sense of dependence, the death of her mother has had a huge impact on her family, and her father is an alcoholic all day long, because the girl in red is not able to work, so the conditions at home are definitely getting worse and worse. ”

These thoughts instantly appeared in Qian Cangyi's mind.

Seeing people and talking about people, talking nonsense when seeing ghosts, as long as you can communicate, language is also a weapon.

"I believe it." The girl in red's determined eyes made even the deadwood a little less gloomy.

"You must love your mom very much." Qian Cang looked left and right, he was planning his escape route.

"Of course, I love my mom the most, even my dad doesn't love me!" The girl in red danced with her hands, as if she wanted to prove her words through this action.

"So, can you ...... Uh, take your uncle to meet your dad? Qian Cang blinked.

"It's a good thing that this girl in red hasn't seen many brain teasers and doesn't understand the meaning of 'Great Lord', what palm is fresher than cutting the palm off the body of a living person?" Qian Cang smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he already had a conjecture in his heart.

"Hmm...... Dad said he wouldn't let me bring strangers home...... "The girl in red was a little embarrassed.

"We've been talking for so long, and we're no strangers anymore." Qian Cangyi looked at the girl in red and said.

"Hmm." Hearing Qian Cangyi's words, the girl in red also solved the problem in her heart.

"By the way, what's your name?" Qian Cangyi asked softly.

"Anna, just my Anna, Anna? Tate. The girl in red gave her name.