Oh my God, two hundred thousand!

The wooden box in Zhong Ling's hand was not deep, and when she took out those yellow talismans and counted them, I also paid special attention to them, the number was not much, but the value was very high.

What does this mean?

It shows that the spells that Ma Wenjing gave to Zhong Ling must be some very powerful charms.

Maybe the two soul suppression talismans that Zhong Ling wasted just now were not ordinary soul talismans, but probably the highest level soul talismans.

Zhong Ling noticed that I was looking at her, turned her head and grinned at me, "Sister, you peep at me!" ”

"Who spied on you?" I didn't admit it, turned my head away, and continued to talk to Song Blessing.

After talking to Song Blessing for a long time, Song Nuan changed his clothes and came out.

After I saw Song Nuan come out, before I followed up, except for the different clothes, there was not much change, and I thought that maybe Song Nuan drew a light makeup or something, I didn't see it.

It's because I don't know Song Nuan.

Song Fu, who understands Song Nuan, said: "Nuan has been delayed in the room for so long, and I don't know who I'm chatting with." ”

"Where?" Of course, Song Nuan would not admit it, and helped the glasses on his face and said, "Let's go, please go to Mingyue on the sea." ”

……

We had a big meal at the bright moon on the sea, went to the nearby mall again, and bought a bunch of things before going back.

Back to the small dilapidated building of the Song sisters, Zhong Ling shook the staircase railing in her hand, "You two should also change places, this place is too broken." ”

"You don't know, the more broken the place, the better the business." Song Nuan took off the sunglasses on his face, rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "If you wear glasses for a few hours, the bridge of your nose will collapse." ”

"Kick ......" footsteps came from upstairs.

Song Nuan hurriedly put on her sunglasses again, for fear of scaring strangers.

But as soon as Song Nuan put the sunglasses on his face, a surprised voice came from upstairs: "Sir, sir......"

We heard a voice, looked up, and saw a woman's face peeking out from the railing of the stairs upstairs.

"Sir......" After the people upstairs recognized Song Nuan and Song Blessing, they quickly ran down, looked at Song Nuan and said, "Sir, you are back, I have been waiting for you for a long time." ”

It was a woman in her thirties, and before she could finish her sentence, her eyes were red.

After saying that, the tears had already come out.

Song Nuan held the woman's hand and said gently, "Didn't I set the ringtone of my mobile phone to be closed today?" Didn't you call? ”

"Hit." The woman wiped her tears, "But, I ......"

"Okay, since I'm here, I'll help you take a look."

"Uh-huh." The woman nodded again and again, let go of Song Nuan's hand, and walked forward, looking back at Song Nuan as she walked, as if she was afraid that Song Nuan would run away.

Song Nuan followed the woman's footsteps closely.

We followed, and Zhong Ling asked me, "Sister, do you want to see the Song family's incense viewing technique?" ”

"Is that okay?" I want to see it, but I'm afraid that they will have some taboos when watching incense, that is, they won't let others see it.

Song Nuan replied beside him, "Yes." ”

"Alright, I'd like to check it out."

There were two other people at the door of Song Nuan's house, one was an old lady in her fifties and sixties, and the other was a little boy in her five or sixties.

The old lady sat on the ground with the little boy in her arms, and the little boy kept shaking in the old lady's arms.

The old lady looked at the little boy in her arms, and tears of distress fell.

"Mom, sir is back." The woman ran quickly upstairs to report.

When the old lady heard that Mr. was back, she hurriedly looked up, and when she saw Song Nuan, she wanted to stand up, but she was sitting with her legs on the ground, and she was holding the little boy in her arms, and she couldn't stand up for a while, and she was in tears: "Sir, save my grandson, my grandson ...... him"

Somehow, the moment I saw the old lady trying to get up, but couldn't get up, a similar image suddenly appeared in my mind.

An old lady was holding a child, kneeling on the ground, crying and saying something.

She seems to be saving my grandson.

What's going on?

Why is this happening in my mind?

Have I seen it anywhere before......

Just when I was about to think about it, Zhong Ling pushed me from behind: "Sister, why don't you leave?" ”

I hurriedly walked up two steps, and saw that Song Nuan had already helped the old lady up with the woman, and said to the old lady, "Auntie, don't worry. Let's go into the house first, and I'll show him. ”

Seeing that Song Nuan opened the door again, I didn't think about the scene that appeared in my mind just now, and I wanted to think about it after watching the Song family's incense viewing technique.

Song Nuan took the woman's family directly into the room of the red curtain, and we followed.

When I entered the room with the red curtain, I saw an offering table facing north, with an incense burner in the middle and candles on either side.

At each end of the offering table was a knife of firepaper.

To the left of the offering table was a cabinet without a door, and in the cabinet was a lot of fire paper and incense.

To the right of the offering table is a table with a statue of Guanyin arched over it, but the statue of Guanyin is draped in a red cloak.

Under the offering table is a one-meter-two single bed, with mosquito nets, quilts, pillows, and a lot of incense under the bed.

Opposite the bed are a couple of chairs.

Song Nuan entered the room, walked straight to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed casually, took off her sunglasses and put them aside, and said to the woman's family: "You sit." ”

"Okay." The woman's family sat down.

Zhong Ling, Song Blessing and I, the three of us also found chairs to sit on the side.

Song Nuan asked, "What's the child's name?" What's wrong? ”

Hearing this, the child's mother first glanced down at the child, and before she could answer the question, tears came out first: "It's called Li Yuancheng, Muzi Li, the Yuan of Lantern Festival, and the Cheng who admits it." We don't know what's wrong with him, the school teacher said that he was fine at lunchtime, but when he took a nap, he suddenly shivered and talked nonsense. ”

The teacher quickly called us and sent the child to the hospital, and after the hospital examination, the child said that the child was fine, but the child kept shaking. My mom came to see her before, and she said that the child might have been evil, so we came. Sir, show the child. ”

"I came to see it, and I said it was familiar." Song Nuan looked at the old lady and asked, "What year, month, day and time was Yuan Cheng born?" ”

Li Yuancheng's mother said the date of birth of the child.

Song Nuan calculated and said: "Yuanchen is the year of Renchen, the month of Jiachen, and the day of Yiwei was born. That day was the Qingming Festival. ”

"Yes, people say that it is not good to be born on Qingming Day." Li Yuancheng's mother cried.

Song Nuan comforted: "It's nothing to be born that day. ”

As she spoke, she took a handful of incense from under the bed and walked to the offering table.

Light the candles on the table first, and then borrow the candle flame to light the incense.

After the incense was burning, Song Nuan sang in a tone similar to singing to the incense: "Li Yuancheng, Renchen Nian, Jia Chenyue, Yi Wei Ri, six years this year, I slept at noon today and shivered, talking nonsense, Song Nuan, please take a look." Uh-huh, uh-huh, ......"

When he said that he asked Mr. Zheng to take a look, Song Nuan's head suddenly shook violently, and his mouth made a strange sound.