He Lingjiang saw him fall asleep, so he put down the scroll and took out a paper talisman from his sleeve.

She put the paper talisman in the palm of her hand, put the index finger and middle finger of her right hand together, and drew a few strokes with her fingertips on He Xiangshan, and then a little bit towards the paper talisman, and the talisman paper shook and flew up, and flew around He Xiangshan on the bed twice, and then landed on his chest.

Looking at the paper talisman again, it has become dim and dull, and it has lost its previous aura.

He Lingjiang took back the paper talisman and frowned slightly: Sure enough, he was caught in the spell.

The Trick Spell is a Xuanmen Forbidden Technique.

The so-called "pulling the opportunity" is to pull the vitality, and the vitality in the body of the person who is in the spell will be pulled away from the body by a thread, just like having a serious illness, lingering on the sickbed all day long, but there is no clear cause, even if you search for famous doctors all over the world, it is in vain.

After three or five years, or eight or nine years, the curse victim was eventually drained of his vitality and died, but his family only thought that he was just seriously ill and died.

In the previous dynasties, in order to compete for the love of her husband, some women secretly asked someone to spell the wife of the family, and even the women in the palace were good at using this technique.

Later, the trick spell was listed as a Xuanmen forbidden technique, and it was rarely used by anyone.

According to the He family, He Xiangshan's body began to have problems eight years ago. Before, he only coughed lightly, but then his body slowly became tired, and the whole person became weaker and weaker, and in the past few years, he couldn't get out of bed. Now, I think that this spell will also exhaust the vitality in the body.

I just don't know who spent nearly a decade setting up such a bureau. wanted He Xiangshan's life, but didn't let him die too quickly, it seemed that he just wanted him to decay and die little by little.

He Lingjiang stood in front of the bed, looking down at He Xiangshan, who had been on the sickbed for many years, even if he was carefully cared for, his face still had an inevitable decadence in his face.

At this moment, his breathing was steady, but his vitality was consumed in this breath.

If you continue like this, you will definitely not survive this winter.

She sighed faintly, and then concentrated her breath, her palms were half closed, her wrists turned slightly, and her fingers flew over, and she drew a complicated spell in the air, and her right palm pushed forward, and the faintly visible charm hung above He Xiang Mountain.

The palm was flipped over, and I saw that there was black gas overflowing from He Xiangshan's body, and the black gas was like a thin wisp of smoke at first, and as more and more black gas came out, it gradually gathered into black smoke, and the black smoke became thicker and thicker.

The temperature in the house dropped a lot at some point, and it was a bit freezing.

He Lingjiang bit the tip of his left finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and flicked it into the volley spell, and saw that the spell was shining brightly, and the black fog that lingered around He Xiangshan was like encountering the sun, escaping in embarrassment and gradually dissipating.

When the black mist was gone, she withdrew her hand, took out two more talismans, and with a slight movement of her hand, she pasted them one end at a time to the hidden place of the curtain.

He Xiangshan has been immersed in the spell for many years, although her new body can be said to be a thousand miles a day, but after all, the time is still shallow, and it will take a month or two to completely pull out this pulling spell and make up for the vitality he has lost little by little.

What's more, it is still unknown who will cast the curse. If it is good too quickly, it will inevitably make people suspicious and retreat. Only in this way, slowly getting better, can the person who cast the spell can't help but start again.

After doing all this, even He Lingjiang was inevitably a little tired.

It's still a shallow time to practice, and the gap between me and the previous one is too big.

She opened the door with the fence again, and Aman, who was waiting on the side, quickly opened the big umbrella and propped it above her head, tightly blocking out the winter sun.

"Seventh lady, have you said good things to Lord Lang?"

He Lingjiang bowed slightly: "Okay." ”

She turned her head and told the little guy on the side: "Father listened to me read my travelogue for a while, and he was inevitably a little tired and had fallen asleep. Don't disturb him. ”

She looked up at the sky: "It's noon, it's time to wake up." ”

The little girl bowed his head, and when he saw He Lingjiang walking away, he bowed down and saluted: "Seven ladies go slowly." ”

The He family has a large population, and in recent years, He Xiangshan's body has gradually weakened, and many things are handled by the Song family.

In addition to arranging the feed, she also needs to ask about the business outside the house one by one.

Although He Xiancheng and He Qianli help share the burden, He Xiancheng is an official after all, and it is not good to interfere too much, He Qianli does not make any mistakes in running a business, but it is difficult to have a long-term strategy.

For so many years, most of the He family's business has been supported by the Song family.

She had just met the shopkeepers of a few shops. Halfway through the winter, the year is approaching, and there are more things to deal with.

She pinched her eyebrows and asked, "What time is it?" ”

Chen Yu bowed her head and responded, "It's already a quarter of noon." ”

Song smiled: "Fortunately, I didn't delay too late today, just in time for lunch with Lord Lang." ”

When she entered He Xiangshan's house, he hadn't woken up yet, his breathing was steady, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Song carefully looked at He Xiangshan's face, more than 20 years, this face has gradually aged.

He Lang, who was admitted to the examination and traveled through the streets, had been tortured by illness and was dry and thin, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and he no longer saw the handsome Fengshen of the year.

It was rare for him to sleep so deeply.

Since the illness, he has only fallen asleep in a light sleep, coughing more at night, waking up with a slight movement, and in the past two years, he has not slept well all day.

Lying on the bed every day to rest is just a helpless move.

She knew that Master Lang moved to this courtyard, in addition to carefully recuperating from her illness, she was also afraid that she would disturb her daily rest.

Song sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him quietly.

Lord Lang slept so deeply, she was afraid that in a breath, the person would be gone.

It wasn't until noon that He Xiangshan slowly opened his eyes, and at a glance he bumped into Song's watery eyes.

He smiled slowly, calling her as he did when he was young: "Awan, are you here?" ”

Song helped him sit up: "Lord Lang slept well today. ”

"yes." He Xiangshan also sighed a little, "I haven't slept so deeply for a long time, I have no dreams, and I feel a little lighter when I wake up." ”

"That's a good thing." Song took the wet wipes handed over by the servant and wiped his hands carefully, "I think Lord Lang is in a good mood today, so he also slept well." Did Ling Jiang come over in the morning? ”

He Xiangshan nodded: "This kid came over to talk to me for a while, saying that he wanted to read a travelogue to me, and I fell asleep while reading." I don't even know when she left. ”

Song said with a smile: "Ling Jiang came back this time, and he was much more sensible and stable." ”

"yes." He Xiangshan's eyes were relieved, but for a moment he was a little sentimental: "I hope she will continue to be willful and not become so sensible......"

Most of the children in this world encounter unsatisfactory things, and they will be sharpened by the wind and frost swords and have to be sensible.

Song said angrily: "If it keeps being like this, Lord Lang is indulging her, and I, the mother, have a headache, such a good little lady, I have been willful, how can I find her in-laws......"

He Xiangshan laughed and stroked Song's hand: "I've suffered you all these years." ”

Song's eyes were sour, and he hurriedly turned sideways: "What did Lord Lang say?" ”

Except for the matter of the Seventh Lady, He Xiangshan has been quite considerate and respectful to her for so many years.

He Xiangshan sighed in his heart, and did not say more, and the room was silent for a while.