Sanwang said calmly: "The slap I was slapped by the evil ghost last night is really a little strange. The name was like a spell, and I couldn't use any strength at all. Could it be that this name, is it my calamity?" her gaze fell on the black cat, the cat's whole body hair was unusually submissive and docile, and the black and shiny black hair was as smooth as brocade, and when it met Sanwang's gaze, it revealed a pleasing gesture, and there was no deliberate flattery, which seemed to be different from the cold black cat in the past. Sanwang said, "Are you also bewitched?"

Hu Zishuo swallowed the last trace of sweetness in his mouth and said: "How charming can a cat be? Don't think too much, this black cat has two souls, one is Xiaoliang's, and the other is that, last time you said that it can charm sentient beings with its right eye, it is probably a female ghost, but I don't know if this female ghost is beautiful?"

When the black cat heard this, he tilted his head very disdainfully, the white dot in his eyes changed into a thin line, and the silver light flew out and flew directly towards Beard Shuo. Hu Zishuo stretched out his hand, and the silver light turned into two cat tears and fell to the ground, he snorted and said, "You can turn cat tears into flying needles, and your Taoism must not be shallow." There was some vigilance in his eyes, and he gave him a look.

Sanwang looked calm, stretched out her left hand, gently stroked the head of the black cat, the posture was unusually gentle, she murmured: "The life of human beings is too short, if you guard people's hearts every day, and worry about other people's calculations all the time, how can you experience happiness in life." ”

The black cat enjoyed the strength of her palm, and her body trembled with the temperature of her palm, and the beard shuo shook all over her body: "Alas—— two women, do you want to be so numb?"

The black cat turned its head, and the thin lines that flickered in its eyes lit up again, and the beard shimmered and pouted, no longer looking at it.

"Brother Fei should come back!" Hu Zishuo looked at the yellow candle in the hall, just after the words were finished, the candlelight shook slightly, Sanwang waved his right hand, the black cat shrunk his neck, clinging to the tabletop, and in the blue aurora shining on the right side of Sanwang, Feige shook his head and came out of the light mouth, wet, as if he had been soaked in water. It shuddered and walked over to Beard Shimmer, its mouth stretched forward, and a bone spat out of its mouth. The black cat was startled, jumped off the table, and hid far away. The bone was about seven centimeters long and covered with blue glow. Sanwang stretched out his left hand, and the golden light of the Bodo spell slowly baked the water of the Nine Springs on Fei Ge's body, and Fei Ge still couldn't help but chill and sneezed. The golden light was warm, but in a few minutes, the hair on Feige's body was flying, and it stretched out a little clearly, and couldn't help but take two steps. Sanfu saw that it had regained its strength, so he withdrew his left hand. She herself suffered internal injuries, and she was healed by Hu Zishuo just now, and she could only adjust her breath a little at this moment. Hu Zishuo stared at the white bone and said, "This underground thing, you are still here." I exerted a little force, but I was afraid that this thing was going to melt away. ”

He is the power of Tai Chi Yang, and it is not comparable to the power of three forgets to have twin lives at the same time.

He put the white bone at the end of the long table, and Sanwang stared at it and said, "Is this bone really Xu Bo's?"

Hu Zishuo pursed his mouth and said, "How do you know if you don't try?"

Sanwang clasped her hands together and prayed silently on her chest, slowly closing her eyes and sincerely begging for the forgiveness of the deceased. She raised her right hand slightly, and the white bone rose and swirled in the air as she gestured. A bright azure color gathered into a dot from the sparkle of white bones, slowly extending Nao San's right hand. The blue dots of light on the white bones were the size of fine and dense needletips, floating around, like the fine sand of an hourglass, slowly forming a thin line and dipping into Sanwang's right hand. The palm of his hand was gradually surrounded by blue light, and Hu Zishuo took the black porcelain plate and placed it under the palm of Sanwang's hand. The point of light fell from Sanwang's palm, gradually turning into fine sand and slowly falling into the plate. The black cat stuck out its head and didn't dare to step forward, only peeking sideways at the corner of the trellis. Fei Ge lay quietly on his front paws, his ears drooping, and he looked drowsy.

When Sanwang opened her eyes again, her eyes were already sparkling with a little starlight. Hu Zishuo said in surprise: "You, you actually have tears." The three forgetful eyes were full of sorrow, with compassion and forbearance. The white bone spat out the last of its blue light, and fell heavily on the table, shattering into powder and turning into fine dust. Sanwang moved lightly with his left hand, and the dust flew towards a white jasmine and fell lightly into the dust. The fine sand in his right hand had run out and filled the porcelain plate.

Hu Zishuo asked, "What are you going to do now?"

Sanwang said with a straight face: "There are vicissitudes of righteousness in the world, and there are also rights and wrongs in the ghost house. Xu Bo can't be unjustly killed like this, let alone be used by evil ghosts to become a fierce spirit that sinks into the underworld. ”

She was about to stretch out her left hand, but Hu Zishuo stopped her: "Since you have made up your mind, I naturally want to help you." No matter what you do, I'll be on your side. As soon as he raised his hand, the fine sand fell into his hand and formed a white pebble. He held the stone in his left hand, drew a golden rune with his right hand, and hid it in the stone, handed it to Sanwang and said, "This matter must be carefully discussed." ”

Sanwang took Shiraishi and said, "I already have an idea. ”

Gao Zhengnan sat at the door of the conference room, and Director Liao was talking at the position of the round table conference center, and he couldn't see the embarrassment between last night and early morning. He held a notebook and gel pen in his hand, like the rest of the participants, and the content was naturally not the subject of the meeting. He drew a picture that only he could understand. Black tulips, a woman with the scent of flowers and herbs, the soul of a double figure, and Zhao Qiyuan, who is paralyzed and seriously ill in bed. He marked the connection with arrows, and the black tulips bloomed for him alone, and the flowers allowed him to see any picture. He suddenly remembered the night of his miraculous recovery in the hospital, which was also the first night that the black tulip was brought by Yuesheng. Why did the tulips open for him? Could it be that his own healing was also due to him? He thought of the girl in the flower shop, and she was so determined to let him return the flower and choose another flower, and did she know the secret of the black tulip? He wrote the name of Sanwang next to the woman with the fragrance of flowers, drew a big question mark, and asked repeatedly in his heart: Sanwu, are you a man in black?

He may not be able to judge the masked face, but the faint fragrance of flowers and herbs that belongs to Sanwang's body, and the faint fragrance that he once smelled near her in the flower shop distinguishes her from other women, or is it just a coincidence? He shook his head, and saw that the people around him were clapping vigorously, and he also clapped his palms, and saw Director Liao nodding modestly, and his hands were quietly lowering his hands, Director Liao said generously: "Comrades, our task is still very difficult...... Gao Zhengnan couldn't judge whether his determination was really firm, he thought of Director Liao grabbing his hands in the early morning, which were hands that only two old people had, full of calluses, helpless and restless hands, which were waving passionately at the moment, he was in a trance, which was the real Liao Zhijie?