I was surprised that this "Mr. Wei" was a woman, but no one else was surprised by this.

Even Wu Ling didn't have the slightest doubt about Mr. Wei's gender.

Mr. Wei doesn't look young, and his feminine features may not be so obvious, and changing his dress and being considered an elderly man will not make people feel out of place.

Wu Ling reached out and touched the back of Mr. Wei's old hand, pressed his finger on Mr. Wei's forehead, and asked the young man, "Excuse me, how long has Mr. Wei been in this condition?" ”

The young man replied fluently: "Since the beginning of the year, he has felt uncomfortable. At first, I just had some heart palpitations and wheezing, but then I felt low on energy and had symptoms of dizziness and dizziness. Later, his mental condition became worse and worse, and the whole person was sluggish. Since more than a month ago, he has often been unconscious. We've been with him to the hospital a few times. At the beginning of the diagnosis, the hospital was diagnosed with geriatric disease, and after the aging of the body's functions, there were naturally some reactions. Medication was taken for a while, but it didn't have much effect. They advised him to recuperate. Mr. Wei insisted on staying at home, so we asked our family doctor to cooperate in the recuperation. His diet and lifestyle have changed, but his condition has not improved. After he became sleepy, we sent him to the doctor, but the situation was still not optimistic. After testing with various instruments, no definitive diagnosis was obtained. ”

The young man paused, "We've been thinking about other ways since before. Mr. Wei was widowed at an early age and lost a child in middle age, and he had to do things every year for his deceased wife and son, and he also made offerings on weekdays. The Bodhi master he was in regular contact with recited the scriptures for him for a few days, but the situation did not improve. We found some other people, and according to Mr. Wei's intentions, we made some other attempts, but to no avail. Mr. Wei probably thinks that this kind of illness is that his deceased wife and deceased son are ready to pick him up, and now, he has some intention of giving up. ”

Speaking of this, the young man showed helplessness.

"The person at the door ......" Wu Ling raised his head slightly.

The young man's jaw headed, "That may be Mr. Wei's deceased son." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the picture frame on the wall. It could also be a picture frame.

As far as I could see, there was only a frame, and inside the frame was a hand sticking out, dripping with blood, staining the walls and floor red. It was like through a wall, and on the other side of the wall, a badly wounded man was dying and stretched his hand out of the hole.

Judging by the expressions of the others, they should have seen that Mr. Wei's son.

Wu Ling didn't say anything, and withdrew the hand that was on Mr. Wei's forehead.

"I need to make a soul-calming spell." Wu Ling said, "Mr. Wei's soul is unstable, which is why this situation occurred. Stabilize his soul, and it should get better. ”

The young man was not surprised, nodded in approval, but reminded again: "The master we invited before also said so. ”

This means that this method has been tried and tested, and it has obviously failed.

Wu Ling just said that he knew, and asked two more words about the process of the other party's approach, and he was going to continue.

The people of the Wu family objected in a low voice: "The masters invited by others are not good, so don't mess around!" ”

The old man was probably the most convinced of Wu Ling among all of them, and he was still uneasy and asked, "Wu Ling, how sure are you?" ”

"Three points." Wu Ling was very calm.

The old man and the young man who had opposed it before immediately straightened their backs to stop Wu Ling from messing around.

The boy said disdainfully: "Feudal superstition." Since it can't be found in China, it should be sent abroad to check. The medical conditions in China are like this, and foreign countries are advanced, and there is no such incurable disease. ”

The middle-aged man echoed, and he looked disgusted again, wanting to stop Wu Ling.

The old man's face was cloudy, he gritted his teeth, and said, "It's all here, then you must give it a try." ”

No matter how unhappy the middle-aged man and the boy are, they can't stop the people who want to start acting. The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and came to the young man who was looking for Mr. Gu Wei.

I didn't eavesdrop on the past, just watched Wu Ling busy.

Wu Ling brought a lot of things with him on this trip. She was checking them one by one when she suddenly asked, "There's a golden jar that should be placed here." Has it been put somewhere else? ”

I saw that the boy's face was pale, but his body was standing more straight.

The old man helped to find it, and looked at the boy with a dark face.

The boy preemptively said, "I don't care about your things." Who knows where you stuffed things? ”

Wu Ling just looked at the boy with a calm gaze.

The boy craned his neck and squeezed out a stubborn expression.

The old man trembled with anger.

"Get it out! Don't mess around! The old man lowered his voice and glanced at the young man who was entangled by the middle-aged man.

The boy was unconvinced: "Why do you rely on me?!" ”

Wu Ling said: "The things in there are the original solution of the painting talisman that I concocted, and it is useless for you to take it." The vessel was pure gold, but it had been filled with the original solution and had changed. If you're going to make jewelry, gold bars out of something like that, some bad things will happen. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who stole your stuff! The boy was red-faced.

The old man exhaled heavily and looked at Wu Ling, "Without that, can you still do magic?" ”

"Yes, yes, but the effect is reduced." Wu Ling said.

The old man nodded slightly, and looked at the boy again, "This time when you go back, you can follow your father in the factory." ”

The boy trembled with anger, "I've already been admitted to the university......"

"Just like you, what university are you going to go to? Is it a shame for our Wu family to go out? Is it possible that in the future, you will have to let your family go to the police station in another place to bring you back?! The old man's tone was stern, overwhelming.

The boy's face turned from red to white, "I didn't ...... I ......"

His lack of confidence made the old man shake his head in disappointment.

Speaking of which, compared to the Wu family, I probably feel the deepest.

The Wu family has gone through several generations of changes, but I saw the Wu family's downfall in a short period of time in a jumping dream.

The Wu family, who tried to control the river spirit and the mountain spirit, the Wu family who frantically recruited ghosts to scare the people of the city, in the blink of an eye, became such a huge but bloated and rotten family, which was already rotten to the bone.

I looked at Wu Ling.

Does she have any memories of the past?

If she remembered how she entered the body of the porcelain doll and was refined by the Wu family for many years, how would she feel?

Wu Ling's face didn't show any emotion, she just took out other bottles and cans, and calmly prepared to cast a spell.

On the other side, the middle-aged man returned home, extremely disappointed, and a little resentful, muttering two sentences with disdain: "Superstition, stupidity, ......"

Wu Ling motioned for the young man to lift the quilt and take off all the clothes on Mr. Wei's body.

The naked body of an old woman was exposed in front of my eyes, but in the eyes of others, I probably saw the body of an old man.

Wu Ling holds a pottery bowl in his left hand and a brush made of bamboo in his right hand, the tip of which is ink-colored. On the small table in front of her, there were rows of bottles and cans. The brush dipped the red ink from the first jar and drew a circle in the pottery bowl. With that circle, red ink flowed like a waterfall, changing the color of the lower part of the bowl. Then came green, blue, yellow...... Ink. Drawing circles over and over again, the ink flowed layer by layer, and the color in the pottery bowl turned into a strange black.