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Chapter 33 The Twelve Tombs of Gengyuan (04)

It was Li Lu who came in.

Xia Zhihuai looked at Li Lu who looked tired, and couldn't help tightening his fingers, hugging Wanwan's small body tightly.

Wanwan raised her head, blinked her eyes slowly twice, Xiaopang scratched her cheek with her hand, then looked back at Xia Zhihuai's solemn expression, not sure whether she should interrupt or not.

"As long as you can wake up my wife, I can take over your case and help you fight for custody."

Li Lu basically heard everything outside.

He was also unwilling to believe in the ways of gods, ghosts and ghosts before, but Meng Zhizhen was in a coma for such a long time, and the hospital couldn't even diagnose the cause, which made him almost desperate.

When hope is so slim, people will always betray the original code of conduct, preferring to believe in something that is not.

Just like a drowning person, try his best to grab the last straw.

What's more, he and Meng Zhizhen have been married for more than 20 years, and he has heard a little about archaeological anecdotes, which cannot be explained clearly by current science alone.

Xia Zhihuai lowered his head and whispered softly in Wanwan's ear, "Can you solve it? Don't be brave."

Wanwan squeezed her fleshy little hands, nodded vigorously, and said very confidently: "Of course, I've said it all, Wanwan is very powerful."

It's just a little ghost who took away Auntie's soul, of course she can solve it.

Wanwan got off Xia Zhihuai's knee, walked to the bedside, tiptoed and held Meng Zhizhen's finger on the side of the bed.

Auntie's hands are a little cold, but the yang energy is still there, and the bond between soul and body has not been completely broken.

Li Lu walked to Wanwan's side and knelt down: "Wanwan, what should I do to wake her up?"

Wanwan let go of Meng Zhizhen's finger, subconsciously put her thumb to her mouth and bit it, and tilted her head to look at Li Lu.

Li Lu was a little uncomfortable being stared directly at by those big black and translucent eyes, but he still squatted on the spot.

"Uncle, Auntie's birthday horoscope, give it to me."

Wanwan put down her fingers and checked Li Lu's face before finally speaking.

Li Lu has a good face, but middle age is a catastrophe, but it has not yet arrived, and these Wanwan will not take the initiative to say it.

She just wanted to confirm that Li Lu was not a treacherous and evil person, so that she could really help.

These are what the master said, she is a little fairy and cannot help bad people.

Therefore, look at people first, and judge people first when speaking.

This is her little habit.

Li Lu didn't think much, and directly reported the date of Meng Zhizhen's birthday, obviously knowing everything about Meng Zhizhen very well.

Wanwan snapped her fingers and calculated.

She turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Can you pull out one of Auntie's hair?"

Li Lu personally plucked a hair from Meng Zhizhen's head.

After taking it, Wanwan ran to the sofa and glanced at the paper cup in front of Xia Zhihuai: "Brother, I need to use this glass of water."

"Use it, use it."

Xia Zhihuai was also very curious about what Wanwan would do.

After all, she is only three years old, how can she know so much better than children of the same age?
Could it be that his sister is a genius?

Wanwan tucked her hair on her fingertips, and a ray of spiritual power emerged from her index and middle fingers, and softly recited Meng Zhizhen's birthday horoscope and formula.

The hair fell into the water glass, and with a swoosh, a faint blue flame sprang up.

Xia Zhihuai was startled, and his body subconsciously bounced back.

Wanwan ignored his fuss and tried to call Meng Zhizhen's soul back: "Aunt Zhenzhen, come back quickly."

The blue flame in the cup did not go out, and a faint blue smoke drifted out of the window.

Wanwan turned her head and said to Li Lu, "Uncle, you can call me, Auntie doesn't know me..."

"What are you shouting for?" Li Lu rubbed his palms nervously.

Wanwan sighed: "Just ask my aunt to come back as soon as possible. Her soul has left her body. Just find her." Li Lu: "Zhizhen, Zhizhen, where are you? Come back quickly."

Li Lu shouted in embarrassment, but his voice was not loud.

But Wanwan didn't interrupt his call, instead she covered the flame with her small palm, and soon the blue flame went out.

The surface of the water in the glass fluctuated slightly, slowly congealing into a pair of water mirrors, and a figure of a woman in a dark red dress could be vaguely seen.

"What's going on here?" Xia Zhihuai's eyes widened, with an unbelievable look on his face.

Wanwan looked down at the unclear surface of the water, and struggled, "The cup is too small, and the picture is not very clear. This is where Auntie's soul is staying."

"Looks like it's in a very old room."

Xia Zhihuai often shoots movies, so he has a good understanding of the background and furnishings in the screen.

Li Fengwen was sitting on the sofa at the moment, but her pupils were constricted, obviously the shock in her heart was no less than that of Xia Zhihuai.

As for Song Juan...

who am I?
Where am i?

Is this sleepwalking?

Why did his three views begin to collapse after entering the ward?

As for Li Lu, when the water surface in the cup began to rippling, all his attention was attracted to it.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the figure in the picture seems to be looking around.

He also vaguely heard Meng Zhizhen's anxious and frightened voice?

"Li Lu, where are you?"

Li Lu looked at Wanwan: "I seem to hear my wife's voice."

Wanwan heard it too, but Li Fengwen, Xia Zhihuai, and Song Juan looked completely out of the ordinary.

The three of them couldn't hear.

Wanwan explained: "It's true, Uncle, where is she now? Why hasn't she come back?"

Li Lu asked according to his words, and there was a quick response.

"Li Lu, it's not normal here. I'm locked in this room and can't get out. I don't know where this is."

"The windows and doors are sealed, and there is an old wing room. The decorations in the room... seem to be cultural relics from the Jin Dynasty."

Wanwan blinked, which dynasty is the Jin Dynasty?
She is very familiar with the history of gods and monsters, but the history of human beings, especially the history of this three thousand small world... She really doesn't know much.

"Zhizhen, don't be afraid, I will find someone to find a way."

The ripples on the screen became bigger and bigger, and the figure became more and more blurred. Suddenly, a black smoke came out of the cup and went straight to Wanwan's little face.

"Wanwan—"

Xia Zhihuai was so frightened that he reached out to grab the little guy.

Unexpectedly, Wanwan grabbed the wisp of black smoke with quick eyesight and quick hands, and pinched the black mass twice in her hands, and a shrill and shrill cry sounded in the room.

The door of the ward was suddenly opened, and the nurse came in pushing a small cart and asked, "What happened? Why did I hear screams outside the door just now?"

Wanwan hid her little hands behind her back and shook her head obediently: "Sister, no, Wanwan didn't hear anything."

The corners of Xia Zhihuai's mouth twitched stiffly, Li Lu and Li Fengwen looked at Wanwan's little hand behind his back together, and said nothing.

Song Juan: "I didn't hear that either, Miss Nurse, are you changing your medicine?"

The nurse was a little dazed, but quickly put the voice behind her and replied, "This is not medicine, it's for nourishing the patient."

"Oh." Song Juan nodded slightly.

They did not continue the conversation tacitly, but waited for the nurse to leave before turning their gazes to Wanwan.

Xia Zhihuai examined Wanwan: "Wanwan, what did you grab just now?"

(End of this chapter)