The old witch's hoarse and old voice was full of the breath of death, as if it was a demon crawling out of the Netherworld Mansion, which made people chill all over the body for no reason!

The retort slave hurriedly stood up and bowed down to invite Miaochang to sit down, and respectfully introduced: "Niangniang, this is the old witch of Naqi"

Miao Chang reluctantly bowed slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

The old witch rolled his cloudy eyes and said, "Can you let the old man cut the veins of the nobles?"

Although Miao Chang was afraid, he had to put his hand on the table with a slight trembling lip, and the old witch snorted, stretched out a withered branch and put his hand on Miao Chang's coagulated wrist, that hand can no longer be called a hand, the five fingers have inch-long nails, and some are even curled, the nails are dry and black, and they are like a zombie's claws, Miao Chang was so frightened that he almost didn't scream, and his face became a little whiter.

The old witch closed his eyes and quietly cut the pulse for half a moment, and then reached out to touch Miaochang's neck, Miaochang finally couldn't bear it, and jumped away with a loud cry of "ah". The old witch's withered hand stopped in mid-air, and said with a gloomy smile: "You don't have to be afraid, the old man must always check carefully before he can practice witches."

Miaochang's pale face was full of horror, and the retort slave hurriedly raised his hand to support him, and hurriedly comforted: "Don't be afraid, Niangniang, the old witch won't harm you, and bear with it!"

Miao Chang asked the retort slave with his eyes, and when he saw the retort slave nodding, he gradually calmed down his panic and sat back on the chair stiffly. The old witch didn't mind, and reached out to check Miaochang's neck, abdomen, eyelids, and scalp carefully, and the long dry nails rubbed against Miaochang's body, and Miaochang endured it with his eyes closed.

After the inspection was completed, the old witch of Na Qi pondered for a long time, and said slowly: "Your noble life is peculiar, it was originally the number of grids that died early, but it was expected that the peak turned around, and survived the catastrophe, and it was un......speakably expensive in the future." But this time, the noble man came to ask for a child, and he didn't care about anything else, and the old man took a closer look, although the noble man lost his son and hurt the original, but if he wanted to get pregnant again, it was not impossible. ”

Miao Chang was immediately excited when he heard this, and he couldn't care about the old witch's terrifying appearance, so he immediately made a promise: "If the old witch can help me, I will be grateful, as long as I can afford it, let the old witch speak!"

The old witch waved his hand lightly: "The witch promises, the old man owes a big favor to the ancestors of the retort baby, and promised that if the descendants of his family have a request in the future, they will die forever, this time the old man asks for the old man, and the old man will fulfill his promise no matter what, and it doesn't matter what the heavy money is, but, the baby, I got what I wanted for this nobleman, and the kindness of your ancestors and me can be written off."

The slave slammed to the ground respectfully, "Yes......"

The old witch waved his hand coldly, and instructed the retort slave to prepare the things to be used, and the retort slave took the order and left.

After a while, the slave came back with a rather large burden, spread it out on the table, and opened it, a copper basin, a jar of unknown fat, a few common herbs, a few bones of unknown kind, and a rooster with a sealed mouth.

The old witch told the slave to bring a long case, ordered Miaochang to lie down, then carefully cleaned his hands, poured all the items into the copper basin along with the jar of grease, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a few pills and put them in, and put them on the stove to boil. Gradually, a pungent smell came out, and the old witch raised his eyes to look at the sky outside the house, shook his head, and said, "I still have to wait for half an hour."

Miao Chang lay quietly on top of the case, not daring to move, the pungent smell filled every corner, making her a little hot.

Finally, the old witch said, "The time has come!"

Miaochang was excited, and trembled for no reason. Goodbye to the old witch, he took out an incense pill and lit it into the incense burner, and suddenly, a wonderful fragrance wafted into Miaochang's nose.

The slave held a sharp knife in his hand and wiped it on the neck of the rooster that was still struggling, and suddenly the bright red chicken blood dripped and flowed half a bowl. The old witch used the still warm chicken blood to dip it on Miao Changde's forehead, cheeks, hands, and feet. The strong smell of blood mixed with the boiling grease and the incense pills from the incense burner combined to form a wonderful smell that lingered throughout the room.

The old witch cleaned his hands again, then tidied up his robe, made a strange gift in the direction of the sun reverently, got up and half-closed his eyes, jumped up with a bone decorated with a bell in his hand, and recited words while jumping in his mouth, and danced for a long time of incense, the old witch stopped suddenly, shouted, looked up to the sky and shook the bone bell, his body trembled sharply, and his face was gray and became a strange flush.

When the shaking was over, the strange ringing like maggots attached to the bones also stopped. Suddenly, Miao Chang's eyes widened, and he saw that the old witch had actually dipped his hands into the steaming copper basin that was tumbling!