"Grandma thinks..."The white old woman rubbed her hands, panic and anxiety replaced joy, "I want to talk to you about something...", her face began to hesitate and tangled, as if she had made up her mind, nodded slightly, but meditated for a while, and paused.

Bai Luoling's eyes were suspicious, but she still didn't speak, waiting for her to finish.

"Hmm—grandma wants to say, when will Ling'er fall in love?" The white old woman pretended to smile relaxedly, a little stiff. Bai Luoling felt for a moment that her grandmother didn't really want to ask this. "Oh grandma, it's still early."

"You're 26!!" The white old woman raised her hand and trembled slightly to spank her, but she shook her body dexterously and dodged it, "This is for you to make a wedding gift." ”

Bai Luoling smiled: "Thank you, grandma!" For the old man's things, she always responded to them simply, and never shirked or was polite - the old man liked to be so neat and tidy.

"I don't know if I can wait until this day..."She muttered, her voice was too soft, Bai Luo Lingting didn't even hear it, and asked casually, "What?" ”

"No, no!" Her grandmother waved her hand in a panic, "Let's go eat." ”

As soon as they pushed the door, they saw Wang Shu sitting there quietly eating alone, and when they came out, they didn't react, and when they saw the jade in Bai Luoling's hand, her back suddenly straightened, and her mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but then she still didn't say anything.

"Wait for Ling'er, let's go back to the city when we're done." Wang Shu said absentmindedly as she picked up her meal, and she glanced up at the white old woman from time to time, who just pursed her lips and did not speak. The family lived in the city.

It wasn't until that day that Bai Feng's legs were so rotten that he couldn't stand up at all, that Bai Feng thought of asking his mother to help. Poor Bai Feng believed in science for most of his life, but he still had to ask his mother for help, but if they hadn't been able to find out the real cause of most of China, they wouldn't have moved back to live.

Bai Luoling remembered that when Bai Feng got out of the car, the frightened expression of the white old woman - the whole person stiffened in place, and her eyes full of gloom suddenly opened wide, allowing people to see her cloudy eyes. "My son ......," she murmured as her hands and feet were cold, and her hands trembled as she touched Bai Feng's legs.

"Grandma, can you see what's wrong with Dad?" Bai Luoling's voice was full of crying, she has really had bad luck recently, her work is not going well, her relationship is not going well, and even her father has fallen ill for unknown reasons. Bai Luoling collapsed.

But for the first time, the white wife rarely ignored her anxiety and panic, and only kept touching her son's calf and whispered: "Yes... yes, I should help him......"

"Come inside!" I don't know what suddenly woke up the white woman, she suddenly calmed down and said softly.

At this time, Wang Shu couldn't say anything, because after all, she couldn't believe these things, and the white wife would not harm her son at the critical moment.

The white old woman picked up a stack of yellow paper in the drawer of the hall, escaped from her waist with a thin wolf brush, lit the cinnabar on the offering table, and kept drawing on the yellow paper. She is too old, her hands are shaking all the time, and the top of her head is constantly sweating, and the feng shui of the past seems to no longer exist, only the current old woman with poor hands and feet.

After discarding several pieces of yellow paper, the white old woman finally overcame the hand-in-hand rope and drew a very strange talisman completely. She put the talisman on Bai Feng's thigh, and there was a scorching sound, Bai Feng suddenly screamed, and the cinnabar was gradually disappearing.

Bai Luoling and Wang Shu were worried about Bai Feng's safety, as if they were watching it as a trick. But for some reason, after screaming, the sores on Bai Feng's legs not only did not subside, but also extended out one by one with the naked eye, which can be described as flesh and blood.

"I'll just say what you're doing all day long! Even my son can't be healed! Wang Shujing's combed hair was already messy, and there was a sharp accusation in her voice, and even Bai Feng, who was usually filial, had a hideous disgust on his face.

The white old woman didn't expect this, she sat on the ground in a daze, tears crossed her old and mottled face, and quietly crossed unwillingly, she staggered up and staggered into the house, and she didn't know what she had taken at this time.

"What do you want to do!" Bai Feng's eyes widened, the pain he had just received made him useless even with honorifics, he wanted to dodge, but there seemed to be something on this stool that was restraining him and preventing him from moving. I saw the white old woman holding a dark red wooden plaque tightly in her hand, which seemed to be the color of blood coagulation.

She folded her hands and muttered something silently, and suddenly placed the wooden sign firmly on Bai Feng's lap when she opened her eyes. There was no expected scorching sound, not even a hint of movement.

How so? But such an inconsequential move made Wang Shu and Bai Luoling breathe a sigh of relief, as long as Bai Feng was not injured, everything was easy to say.

"Impossible!" The old man's voice suddenly became sharp, and she took out the dagger at her waist and slashed it on the palm of her hand, and the blood gushed out, and the wooden sign also swallowed the blood, as if it had spirituality.

Suddenly, the wooden card trembled violently, and the white woman's hand could no longer hold down the wooden card, so she could only be shaken off by it, and at the same time, there were small bulging pustules on Bai Feng's legs.

But only a little.

The appearance of pustules implies the healing of the wound, and the sores on Bai Feng's legs seem to be not coming from the inside out, but extending from the outside to the inside, so they have not been able to heal, and no pustules have grown. The appearance of a little pustule gave Bai Luoling and her mother hope.

But the old woman sat on the ground in despair, watching the dark red wooden sign get darker and darker, and finally it was like a piece of black coal, falling on the floor with a crackling sound.

They didn't know what the wooden sign was, but she did; They didn't know how powerful the wooden sign was, but she did. But even the powerful wooden card could only heal a little bit of Bai Feng's wounds.

She was only worried about her son, but now she was worried about what was causing the sore.

Bai Luoling didn't speak, and the old woman Bai, who might have been retained, didn't say anything at this time. After a while: "Okay, let's pack up Xiaofeng's things later." "They came in a hurry, and stayed in a hurry, using most of the things of the past, and bringing very little, and this time they planned to leave, and they decided in a hurry, but it was also fast.

The three of them put the sleeping Bai Feng in the back seat of Bai Luoling's car, and only Bai Luoling greeted the old woman Bai with a look, and then they left.