"There is a family's daughter here, three years ago, for some reason, suddenly intermittent convulsions, and when it was serious, she would foam at the mouth and fall unconscious, and she saw doctors in many places, and they all said that there was no problem. I also went to find a local psychic medium, and they all said that they had fallen into evil, and lit a few cigarettes, but the situation still did not improve after burning out. Wen Bian read it according to the contents of the hand card.

Although he memorized it well before, when he saw Lord Song, his excited mind went blank.

"And then?" Song Nianan and Wen Bian walked side by side on the rugged mountain road.

Wen Bian had a hard time.

Song Nian'an walked on the ground.

"Lord Song, all you have to do is find out the cause and cure her." Wen Bian felt that this challenge was too embarrassing, so he was a little weak when he said it.

Song Nian'an: ......

She's not a doctor.

This is completely embarrassing her Song Nian'an!

But she must clear the level!

The group soon arrived at the girl's house.

A large family has been waiting for a long time.

When Song Nian'an arrived, everyone stood up, except for the corner of the sofa, huddled together, except for the girl who was in bad spirits.

She was particularly abrupt.

Although the small mountain village seems to be poor, the conditions of the protagonist's home are excellent, and the furniture is ultra-modern, well-organized, and it looks very comfortable.

"Lord Song......" A woman with a sad face pinched the hem of her side stiffly, looking a little twisted.

"Please take a look at my poor daughter." The man standing beside the woman was also full of sadness.

It is estimated that seeking medical treatment everywhere and looking for a psychic medium gradually eroded his hopes, and when he saw Song Nianan, he was not very happy, just polite on the scene.

Song Nianan pulled over a small bench and sat down in front of the girl.

Her hair was disheveled, and she had apparently just fallen ill, and she was depressed all over her body, and she had lost hope and expectation of life.

Now she can't do anything but wait for the next episode.

You can't die, and you can't live well.

"What's your name?" Song Nianan whispered softly.

Wen Bian was attracted by her voice, and his heart beat fiercely.

The girl slowly raised her head, strangely her emotions were soothed, and her heart had never been so calm in three years.

"My name is Xiaohua." Her voice was hoarse.

The woman and her man, looking at each other, both saw shock in each other's eyes.

Xiaohua hasn't spoken for a long time, let alone communicating with people calmly like now.

"My name is Song Nian'an." She held out her hand.

After a little hesitation, Xiaohua reached out and shook it lightly.

"Hello." Xiaohua lowered her head, pulled her lips and smiled, and greeted.

"Don't mind if I do it in front of you." Song Nianan took out the folded small table from his bag, and took out a few things one after another.

"Do it, get used to it." It's just the person in front of her who makes her feel the most comfortable and relaxed, and at this moment, it's as if she's herself three years ago.

Song Nian'an didn't say much, and in a black iron shallow disc, three drops of green liquid were dropped, and there seemed to be gold dust flickering in it.

"What is this?" Xiaohua felt very curious, she had seen many psychic methods, and the process of those people's methods was largely similar.

It's this guy who is different.

"Requiem." Song Nianan said as he took off a bracelet from his wrist, took off a ring, and pushed it in front of Xiaohua: "Wear it, give it to me in three minutes." ”

Xiaohua obediently put it on, and then looked at Song Nian'an's operation curiously.

Except for the sound of the collision between Song Nian'an's instruments, the people around him didn't dare to make any other sounds.

For fear of disturbing the harmonious scene at the moment.

Song Nian'an took out a rune, lit it, turned it clockwise three times in the air, and threw it into the disc.

She pulled out another rune, lit it, and turned it counterclockwise three times in the air, also throwing it into the disc.

This was done three times.

Finally, he took out a white silk handkerchief and waved it in the air at will, and when it landed on Song Nian'an's palm, there was a black rune in the center.

Song Nianan folded it and put it aside.

"Give it to me." She stretched out her hand.

Xiaohua gave her back the bracelet and ring.

After Song Nianan put them on, he folded his hands and lowered his head and closed his eyes.

After about a minute, I opened my eyes.

"Did your grandfather pass away three years ago?" Song Nian'an's sudden words made the women behind her tremble.

She looked for a man who looked at her side.

The honest man awkwardly comforted him, and a bright light appeared in his silent eyes.

Hope, Lord Song, it's hope!

Xiaohua nodded.

"Was your grandfather a white witch when he was alive?" Song Nian'an's question obviously made the people in this family very excited and shocked.

Xiaohua nodded.

"Do you know that your grandfather has always wanted to pass on his things to you?" Song Nianan asked again.

"Yes." Xiaohua whispered that when her grandfather was alive, he said that she was his most favored inheritor.

But at that time she was very scared of this, and she didn't want to be like her grandfather, who recited strange scriptures in the house every day, and the children in the village called her grandfather crazy behind his back.

She didn't want to be crazy.

Xiaohua nodded again.

"You resisted everything he gave you, so your grandfather stayed with you." Song Nianan saw an old man sitting on the girl's left shoulder through the smoke.

looked at her with a malicious expression.

This kind of obsessive soul is extremely difficult, let alone in one's own relatives.

The man had three lamps, one on each shoulder, and one on the top of his head.

The light on the left shoulder represents health and luck.

Now it is sitting on the old man, and it is clearly extinguished.

There is also the phenomenon that girls are sometimes normal and sometimes crazy.

Xiaohua listened to Song Nian'an's words and was so frightened that she had difficulty breathing.

"I didn't mean to, I was just too scared!" She wept and explained, the remorse on her face that could be seen by anyone.

Before his grandfather died, he called her over, and he wanted to pass everything on to her.

She resisted everything, and in the end, her grandfather did not turn a blind eye, and said that he would give her a punishment that she could not get rid of.

She knew it would be like this, and she should have accepted it in the first place.

Unlike the sorcerer, the villagers will look for their grandfather when they are in trouble.

She was also ignorant at the time.

What an honorable thing it is to be a white witch in this village.

"You have to accept it now, or you'll stay like this, and you won't be able to live a normal life." Song Nianan blew out the burning flame and took out a slender incense stick from the black bag.

The requiem was burned to ashes.

Song Nianan put the incense on.

"I accept! Sincerely! "Definitely not because of torture!

"Very good, brave girl." Song Nian'an approvingly, then got up, took the incense and circled the top of the girl's head counterclockwise three times, whispered unknown words, and stopped and circled the top of the girl's head clockwise three times.

"Now everybody's out of this room." Song Nianan put the incense on the table, and the smoke was filling, faintly conjuring up an old man.

The woman looked horrified at the figure, then at her husband, and then at her daughter, who was calm.

The people in the house left at the urging of Song Nian'an.

She stood in the doorway, facing them, as if she was not allowed to enter no matter what happened.

"Lord Song, won't anything happen to you?" Wen Jian pushed down the frame, he was not very relieved.

Although I worship Lord Song.

But subconsciously, Lord Song is a little unreliable.

"It's going to happen inside." Song Nianan glanced at everyone lightly.

About three minutes passed.

Suddenly there was a girl's screams of pain inside, and the sound of heavy furniture rubbing against the floor.

"Lord Song, are you really okay?" The woman couldn't help but crane her neck, trying to see something through the closed door.

Her man pretended to be calm and reprimanded: "What do you know, we have to believe Lord Song!" ”

Then he softened his tone and said worriedly: "Lord Song, it's going to be fine!" ”

After all, when the girl is sick, they will be by their side, even if it is not necessarily good, but nothing big will happen.

"Don't worry, I'm docking with her grandfather, although the process is a hundred times more painful than usual, but it will be fine in the future." Song Nianan was not worried at all.

The old man tortured his granddaughter so much, but he was reluctant to let her die.

How could it be possible to kill a person after his granddaughter agreed to accept the inheritance.

No matter what, you have to rely on your last breath to protect people.

The movement inside lasted for more than half an hour before stopping.

The door was opened by a girl.

She changed her clothes, her messy hair was meticulously groomed, and her eyes were clear and attentive.

After Song Nianan looked at her for a while, his eyes suddenly became sharp and indifferent, and he walked quickly past her and walked around the room.

The follow-up staff also followed up.

When Song Nianan turned around, the girl was looking at her.

Song Nian'an's eyes showed three points of sarcasm, four points of indifference, and asked with a smile: "You didn't send the old man to be reincarnated?" ”

"Yes, he said he was too tired." Xiaohua looked directly at Song Nian'an, which was completely different from the weak and helpless appearance just now.

"So you're going to let him go?" This is not the behavior of a white witch, the mind of the person in front of him has long been broken, and he is no longer the innocent child who has not been tortured before.

"I'm doing what he wants, isn't I?" It's good to have lost the opportunity to be reincarnated as a human being.

The old man's inheritance is really powerful, and he is full of power!

I really want to ...... Devour a few more lonely ghosts!!

Song Nian'an was as disgusting as eating a fly.

"You're doing it yourself." She left the house, but after taking two steps, she turned back to the delighted couple, drew two seals in the air, and struck them into both of them at the same time, and then looked at the girl in a warning before turning away.

"Lord Song, is this the end?" Wen Bian felt that it seemed to be too smooth.

"The challenge you said is complete, don't follow me, I still have something to do."