It's true that she only has a remnant soul and can't support her body at all.

After Wen Qingwu changed his mind, he suddenly asked, "Can you be a witch?" "Those who don't know witchcraft don't know these things at all.

"You don't know?" The figure was even stranger than Wen Qingwu, "Don't you know how to play the piano?" ”

"What does this have to do with piano skills?" Wen Qingwu was stunned by the strange question suddenly asked by the figure.

As if he had heard something incredible, the figure walked to Wen Qingwu's side, walked around her body for a while, and then slowly spoke, "Since you know piano skills, it's rare that you don't know that piano skills must be able to resist witchcraft?" ”

"I don't know witchcraft, so I don't know how to resist witchcraft." The figure said, "Haven't you inherited my body's piano skills, and you don't know this?" ”

Sorcery?!

Wen Qingwu's mind was confused, and he remembered something in a daze.

She always remembered that she had learned her piano skills from her master in her previous life, and now that she thinks about it, she seems to think of something different. When she first learned the piano, it was a natural sound.

Later, my grandmother learned that he could play the piano, so she often came to listen to him play the piano.

As he listened, his grandmother would teach him how to press the strings. When he did, his grandmother taught him to touch the strings with his eyes closed, and whenever he pressed the strings with his eyes closed, he would hear his grandmother muttering words that he didn't understand.

Listen to it and he'll be hooked. The movements of the hands will also become more and more gentle.

Such days went on for a long time.

Suddenly, one day my grandmother stopped listening to me play the piano. She said that she talked too badly and asked him to practice more. After practicing later, she came to listen.

He was still very young when he learned the piano, so he didn't remember it so clearly. Slowly, all the details seemed to be forgotten.

Being disgusted by his own grandmother for his piano noise is really a very self-deprecating thing for a child.

All he remembered was that he had been learning the piano with all his might since then. It was then that Master began to hear the unusualness of his piano sound.

Start teaching students according to their aptitude.

Later, I did practice the piano sound that everyone praised. But my grandmother was gone.

On a stormy night, my grandmother, who was originally healthy, died suddenly.

On the night of his grandmother's violent death, he fainted out of nowhere. Launched a high fever and never went away. Not even the Imperial Doctor. After lying in bed for three or four days, it got better.

When he woke up, his family said that it was his grandmother's spirit that blessed him.

"Witchcraft ......" Wen Qingwu withdrew from his memories and looked at the figure, "How did you control witches?" ”

"You really don't know!" The figure looked at Wen Qingwu and widened his eyes in shock, "I don't know anything." Then how can you inherit the witchcraft of my body?! She looked like she was asking Wen Qingwu, but she was asking herself.

"I spent so much effort to attract souls to keep me alive, can't I be a witch?!" The figure said and wondered what was wrong, "No, you can't inherit the witchcraft of my body if you don't know how to witch!" ”

Wen Qingwu was also shocked when he heard it.

"What did you say?" She couldn't help but take a step closer to the figure, "You got me into you?!" ”

The figure looked at Wen Qingwu and blinked, "You really don't know anything!" ”

"So can you answer me?" Wen Qingwu looked at the figure seriously and spoke. She had always thought she knew about it, but now she felt like she didn't know anything.

The figure raised his hand behind his back, looked at Wen Qingwu for a long time, and after a moment, he spoke, "A person who practices witches, when he reaches a certain realm, he can be regarded as his own life and death." For example, I calculated my own death, so I used witchcraft in advance to continue my life. ”

And this life is not my own life. It can only exist in its own body, and as for the soul in it, it needs to be a living soul. Like your soul. And I, where my life is dying, my body is preserved. I am not done with anything, and there are still worries in the world, so I am really reluctant, so before I die, I hid this remnant soul in the place of death. ”

Wen Qingwu vaguely understood, "What do you mean...... I'm here, did you use witchcraft to cause this? ”

The figure tilted his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "You can't say that. ”

It's not just me, it's you, too, who needs the art of resurrecting witches. The figure said, looking at Wen Qingwu, "So I'm very strange, you don't understand this, how can you be reborn?" ”

After Wen Qingwu was silent for a moment, she looked up at the figure, "Can anyone other than herself exercise this witch technique?" ”

The figure shook his head, "No." ”

While Wen Qingwu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the figure suddenly say, "That's not right! She said, looked at Wen Qingwu, and wondered, "Are there any of your relatives who know witchcraft?" ”

Wen Qingwu didn't think much about it, so he nodded and said, "Well, my grandmother will." ”

The figure snorted in surprise, "Sure enough, someone else did it for you." Your grandmother must have loved you badly. ”

Wen Qingwu didn't know what the figure meant, "My grandmother, naturally she will love me." What do you mean by that? ”

"This is not the love of ordinary relatives. It doesn't matter if you practice witchcraft and be reborn, anyway, death is your own life, and rebirth is also your own life. The figure said, looking at Wen Qingwu with complicated eyes, "If it's someone else, it's different." ”

"What's the difference?" Wen Qingwu asked, and the hand in front of him squeezed it. She had a faint bad premonition in her heart,

"If it's someone else, it's just a blood relative. Practicing witchcraft is exchanging life for life, and so are others. The figure said, her voice was peaceful, but it was like a thunderous sound in Wen Qingwu's ears, which exploded her eardrums.

Lives for lives?!

The body was crooked, Wen Qingwu did not stand firmly, and held on to the armrest of the chair next to him. Looking at the figure, his voice trembled, "You mean...... My grandmother paid for my own life in order to make me reborn? ”

The figure nodded, "Exactly. ”

Seeing Wen Qingwu's body shake, the figure continued, "All witchcraft have a price. You used a little bit of things to treat Princess Jinyang's body before, and it took so long to recover from it. This is especially true of the art of rebirth. ”

From Wen Qingwu's body, along the way, not only did her originally blank memories slowly come back. In her body, she also got a glimpse of the two or three things she did when she used her body.

Wen Qingwu's mind now only thinks about the night her grandmother died.

At that time, the rebel army had already begun to take prisoners in various places, and there were many wars.

It was already late for him to come back from the palace. Slept until midnight and suddenly heard bad news. I was going to see my grandmother in a hurry, but I didn't want to get up and get dizzy, and then I collapsed unconscious. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Rufeng Ling Claw Book House" for free for the first time.