Lu Zhaozhao took a sip of the lotus root pork rib soup brought by Ah Lai, and the voice of the fairy family always echoed in his ears, while Ah Lai, who was sitting opposite, couldn't hear their words, just blew the soup in the bowl to cool it down, so he got up and wanted to tell Lu Xuan to get up and eat something.

"Ahh Lu Zhaozhao stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Ah Lai stood beside the bed with lotus root pork rib soup and glanced back at Lu Zhaozhao.

Lu Zhaozhao put down the dishes and chopsticks, got up and took the bowl of lotus root pork rib soup, and smiled faintly: "You go out first, I'll call Brother Lu." ”

After going through so much, even if Lu Zhaozhao didn't admit it, Ah Lai still knew what she was thinking, so she didn't think much about it, and left the room with the remaining dishes and chopsticks on the table.

After confirming that he was far away, Lu Zhaozhao closed the door and interrupted the voices of the immortals:

"Now that you know that his soul is damaged, is there any way to bring him back to his senses?"

"You want to help him?" The words of the immortals were full of playfulness: "What good can I do to help him?" You might as well eat him, not only can you prolong your life, but you can also have unexpected gains. ”

"If anything happens to him, I'll die in front of you."

When Lu Zhaozhao said this, he was very calm, but the threat in his words was self-evident.

"Hey, hey, you're exactly the same temper as hers!"

The double-sided drum on the waist was not struck, but it made a "dong dong" sound, and then a thick white mist gushed out from the cracks in the drum skin, filling the room.

Lu Zhaozhao could faintly see the immortals fluttering in the mist, their shapes were extremely strange, some had three heads; Some are like snakes and insects; Others were like small mountains of babies, floating around, and their words were full of demagogy:

"He cultivates pills in his body, cultivates incense in his soul, and walks the method of the two paths, it's not easy to save him, hehehe, have you thought about it?"

Lu Zhaozhao seemed to be accustomed to the existence of these immortal families, and did not feel panic or fear at all, but said lightly: "What price do you want me to pay?" ”

"Hahaha." The phantoms of the immortal family in the mist laughed in unison, but they suddenly stopped again, and they all came to Lu Zhaozhao's face, and said fiercely: "We want all your remaining longevity!" ”

"Okay, I promise you." Lu Zhaozhao's simple answer made the immortals stunned, as if they couldn't believe it, and couldn't help but say: "You made such a choice, it really surprised us, you must know that for him to complete the damaged soul, you not only have to pay Shouyuan, but your own soul will be separated from a part of it, and you won't even have the opportunity to be reincarnated!" ”

"He saved my life, which I owe him in the first place."

Lu Zhaozhao looked at Lu Xuan, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and there was indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"Hmph, sooner or later, the two of you will be planted in his hands." Although the immortal family was disdainful, they still harnessed the mist and returned to the double-sided drum: "Since you are willing to give up the remaining Shouyuan, how about we help you." ”

After getting the promise of the immortal family, Lu Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief slightly, but he didn't want to just sit back like this, so he pretended not to care and asked: "I'm just a mortal, why do you want to charge my longevity?" It stands to reason that with your ability, wouldn't it be more convenient for Shouyuan to find someone else? ”

"You're just a dying person, why do you need to ask?"

Seeing that the immortal family was reluctant to answer, Lu Zhaozhao didn't continue to ask more, but walked to the edge of the bed, looked at Lu Xuan, who was covered in scars, with crystal tears flowing out of his eyes, and tidied up his messy hair a little, as if he wanted to remember his appearance firmly.

After doing all this, Lu Zhaozhao sat on the edge of the bed and beat the double-sided drum, and recited the mantra told to him by the immortals in his mouth, and his voice was high and low, not like a normal metaphysical thaumaturgy, but more like a folk song from a certain place:

"Embellishment of the Chinese chapter Xi sacrificial wine ~ broken arms and remnants with poems....... The charm sings and dances~ The gentleman asked drunkly. Ask the immortals in all directions, ask the dome to be round, ask the stars to be lonely, and ask the soul of the deceased to return......"

The hazy mist began to converge towards Lu Zhaozhao, and her figure was gradually submerged in it, sensing that the mist was burrowing into her body from her pores, the chanting couldn't help but pause slightly, and her tone changed, and soon continued to sound in the room:

"The echo of the laughter of the god of the territory~ The spirit of the mountain god is looking for the soul~ The pioneer lady looks like a flower~ Qin Tong is funny and teasing people~ All the gods go to the house........ Exorcise evil spirits and relieve Najib's problems. ”

Maybe the fog was too thick, Lu Zhaozhao's chanting voice became smaller and smaller, her eyes were bloodshot, as if she was in great pain, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices, which was dripping down her face.

Rao is like this, she still has no intention of ending the spell......

Lu Xuan's consciousness was vague, and his ears seemed to ring a nursery rhyme he had heard as a child.

This sense of familiarity made him feel inexplicably relieved, and there seemed to be a warmth flowing in his body, which not only dispelled the fatigue and fatigue of this time, but also made him feel extremely comfortable and comfortable.

It's something I haven't felt in a long time.

He wanted to go back to sleep, but suddenly he noticed something dripping on the back of his hand.

The warm touch, one after the other, seems to be endless.

His powerful perception allowed him to smell the smell of blood wafting through the air.

He will never forget the taste.

It's the smell of human blood.

Who?

Is it a cloud crane?

Wrong! Yun Hezi is already dead!

Hurt!

What a headache!

Lu Xuan suddenly remembered what happened that night, accompanied by a sharp pain, his head felt like it was about to explode, he endured the pain and slowly opened his eyes.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a young woman sitting in front of him, but he couldn't see it really, and all around him seemed to be filled with a thick white mist, approaching him like crazy.

Out of instinct, Lu Xuan subconsciously drove the black tentacles in his body and poked out an eye from his slightly open mouth.

This time, he finally saw the identity of the person in front of him clearly.

There was a young woman, clearly an old woman in her eighties.

I saw that her white hair was scattered, and there was blood flowing out of her mouth, nose, eyes and ears, which made her wrinkled face extremely terrifying.

"Who is this? What is she doing? ”

The strong pain made Lu Xuan unable to identify the identity of the person in front of him for a while.

But when he saw the colored ribbon on the old woman's shoulder, he couldn't help but be stunned, and his gaze shifted downward, and he could see a white palm beating a double-sided drum.

Looking at the old woman's appearance carefully, Lu Xuan's heart couldn't help but be surprised!

Zhao Zhao!