Come out of the room.

Shen Jian was thinking about something.

According to the strategy of a ghost reward of 10% shares, if he wants to completely own the supernatural copy of Sweet Home, he needs to raid 10 ghosts to 100 favorability.

One ghost mother-in-law, one Xu Xiaolan, one wife, and one sister-in-law? That sister-in-law?

That's just 5 of them.

It's still half short of the target of 10.

Shen Jian thought thoughtfully.

It seems that we need to continue to broaden our horizons.

So far, my mother-in-law has reached 100 favors.

Between thoughts.

Shen Jian had already arrived at the floor where the spiritualist was.

In the aisle, the smell of sesame oil and paper money is very strong.

There were two bowls of rice at the door, and two fast sticks were stuck straight on them.

It's like an offering.

There was also a faint voice of a woman chattering from inside the door.

"The soul returns~"

Shen Jian thought about it and stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The sound inside the door stopped suddenly.

A moment later, the door opened, and a middle-aged young woman with a huge breasts stood there, all emaciated, and it did not affect the grandeur of the other places.

Perhaps, this is talent.

In addition, there is also a faint sight of a pile of unburned paper money.

"You are?"

The Spiritist wonders.

"That's the case, I heard that you are summoning spirits here, today happens to be my first seventh, what do you think of me?"

Spiritualist: ???

I'm conjuring, not recruiting.

"Ma'am?"

Shen Jian stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the sluggish woman.

"Don't be stunned, weren't you just summoning spirits? Congratulations, you've summoned the Golden Legend and summoned me here. ”

The Conjuring: ......

The woman was a little confused.

On the one hand, she was indeed summoning spirits just now, but every time she summoned spirits, she could only vaguely feel the existence of souls, but she had never seen them.

Therefore, she can be sure that her husband and son are still here.

She believes that as long as she persists in summoning spirits day after day, she can one day summon the souls of her family.

But this time.

She's really lived a long time.

The ghost who was recruited actually knocked on the door, and asked her very politely if she was okay, which made the spiritist have an illusion: he was recruiting.

The other party is here to apply.

Long.

The Spiriter reacted.

This kind of person is playing with her.

However, the spiritualist did not choose to pierce it, but said very enthusiastically: "That's right, I summoned you, come in." ”

Sweet Home has rules, you can't do it.

Unless the other party has already used supernatural powers, then they have the authority to fight back.

Or......

Trick the ghost into his own residence.

Here, even if a single of its kind disappears, no one will notice.

The husband who was summoned was not in a complete state of mind, and he didn't know how to eat if he didn't feed him, and now a kind of man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead came in, and her husband could finally have a full meal.

She was very enthusiastic.

"Okay."

Shen Jian bowed his head and walked in.

And lock the gate back.

The Spiritualist: ?

What are you locking the door for?

Do you know that my husband is hungry and can't wait to be his food?

I've seen people give heads, but I've never seen such an initiative to send.

A dark smile flashed across the conjuring ghost's face.

The chest is choppy.

Inside the house, the light is dim.

There was a pile of burned incense ashes, half a bowl of sesame oil, and a wick made of cotton wool in it, lit with a faint light.

Conjuring spirits, do you still need these?

Shen Jian thought thoughtfully.

Pointing to a locked door, he asked, "Madam, I heard that your husband has returned, why don't you let me see him?" I was also summoned by you, so maybe I knew your husband during that time. ”

The Spiritualist was silent: "He's a little sick. ”

Hear out.

Shen Jian's eyes brightened.

"That's great...... Oh no, that's a shame, but can I go check it out? I'm a professional doctor, and I'm the best at diagnosing and treating all kinds of incurable diseases, and my best record is that of a ghost who saved a manor at once. ”

The woman was stunned.

How high of medical skills does it have to be to diagnose and treat a manor's ghosts at one time?

Perhaps, her husband was really saved.

As soon as I thought of this, the woman immediately hugged Shen Jian, and I saw pity and said, "Please ask the doctor to save my husband." ”

"It's okay to do it." Shen Jian paused, a little embarrassed: "But the cost of this diagnosis and treatment is ......."

"Doctor, I don't have anything left, if you fancy the things in your room, just take them away, I just hope that the doctor can save my husband."

Woman with teary eyes.

"Isn't it obvious what I'm looking for?"

Shen Jian looked at the summoner's magnificent mind and said with a smile.

The Conjuring: ......

She froze.

I thought it was a sheep into the wolves, but I didn't expect her to be a sheep.

But the other party threatened her with this, and she had no choice but to give in.

"Doctor, as long as you can save my husband, I, I'm willing."

The woman said, tearing open her clothes, revealing a large patch of snow white.

Well, it's still the kind of miserable whiteness that I died for three days and three nights.

As a gentleman.

Shen Jian hurriedly stopped.

"Ma'am, don't do that."

"I'm not the kind of person you think I am."

The more Shen Jian stopped it, the more chaotic it became, and finally he had two more underwear in his hands.

The Spiritist vacuum.

looked at Shen Jian with a resentful face.

Gentleman?

Phew.

……

Crunch.

The bedroom door was pushed open.

An unremarkable middle-aged man was sitting in the corner in despair, holding his head in his hands, as if thinking about something.

And the walls of the room are full of all kinds of strange words, which look like ghost paintings, but there seems to be a certain pattern hidden.

Seeing her husband's appearance, the woman also became sad.

"From the moment I summoned his soul back, he became like this, suffering from a very severe amnesia, even I don't remember, I suspect it's because of the incomplete soul I recalled," he sobbed. ”

Shen Jian's head.

No wonder women are still summoning spirits, it turns out that this is the reason.

It seems to be a castrated version of the spiritualist again.

It's the same as a demon tattoo.

After thinking about it, Shen Jian walked over and patted the other party's shoulder.

"I'm your doctor."

The amnesia ghost glanced back, "Where is this?" ”

Shen Jian: ......

"You're in your house now, don't you remember your wife?"

"Really?"

The amnesiac ghost glanced at the woman with a worried look, and there seemed to be a flash of fragments in her eyes for a moment, but she was still confused: "I don't remember, and I can't remember anything." ”

Shen Jian shook his head, "In other words, you don't have any memories of yourself now?" ”

The amnesiac nodded numbly: "Yes, I can't think of anything, my brain is blank." ”

As he spoke, the amnesiac buried his head in the corner.

"How? Doctor, is there any salvation? ”

The Spiritist seemed to grasp the last straw and said eagerly.

"It's a bit complicated, I haven't seen your spirit-conjuring supernatural, it's hard to judge the specific situation, let me dig deeper."

Shen Jian frowned.

patted the other party's shoulder: "Do you really want to get up from nothing?" Don't have a little scattered memory in your head? ”

The reason why it's so troublesome.

Naturally, Shen Jian also wanted to know the answer.

He wanted to know where the source was.

The news that a dead ghost can be reborn by recalling his soul is too shocking.

If it weren't for the spiritualist pulling his crotch himself, the upper limit of this supernatural power would actually be very large.

It is especially suitable for powerful ghosts.

Not to mention the unlimited conjuring rituals, you can also recover all the ghosts you have summoned.

As long as it is dormant for a period of time, the essence of the ghost king will come out.

This was also Shen Jian's original idea.

Now, the idea is stillborn.

As long as the ghost is enough to pull the crotch, the supernatural ability will be cut into a dog.

The amnesiac ghost in front of him is the best illustration.

The amnesiac ghost slowly raised his head, looking numb: "Where is this?" Who are you? ”

Shen Jian: ???

No.

Did you forget?

The memory of the fish is seven seconds, right?

"I'm the doctor who healed you, you're in your own home, this is your wife, and this is my second briefing."

"Really?"

The amnesiac grimace still had that numb look on his face, "Why don't I remember?" ”

Shen Jian: ......

Seeing that the other party was about to turn around like a self-contained person again, Shen Jian stretched out his hand to stop the other party: "Don't be in a hurry to spit bubbles first, come and talk to me for a while." ”

"Okay."

The amnesia nodded, then fell into confusion again, "But can I ask who you are first?" ”

Shen Jian: ?

As the saying goes.

There are two, there are three, there is one.

When the other party appeared in this situation for the third time, Shen Jian gave up the idea of negotiation.

But suddenly.

A bold idea came to him inside him.

The amnesiac's symptoms are not triggered, but rather that his own memories cannot be stored, and once the brain capacity is exceeded, the memories will overflow.

In other words, no matter what he does next in this room, the amnesiac will eventually forget.

Shen Jian looked at the turbulent figure of the spiritualist.

"Come here."

Shen Jian beckoned.

The spiritualist came to Shen Jian with doubts.

"Remember, everything that follows is part of the treatment, and I need to use some special methods to stimulate his spirit and make him awaken his memories of you."

Shen Jian pointed......

In a deep voice, he said:

"Come on, you try it first."