The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 27 The Little Paper Crane Appears

"Master Yan, please save Weiwei."

Mr. Song looked at Yan Qiao expectantly, hoping that she could give an accurate answer.

He really owed this child too much.

He also couldn't imagine, if someone changed quietly under this skin, would he be able to detect it?
It's all horrific!

At this time, they all placed their hopes on Yan Qiao.

Gu Nianchen silently listened to the whole thing, he swallowed.

He couldn't imagine that there were such terrifying methods in the world.

It can quietly replace a person's soul.

That's really scary!

Gu Nianchen's eyes also fell on Yan Qiao, he thought the boss could solve it, right?
Boss never talks nonsense.

Since she brought it up, there must be a way.

Thinking of this, Gu Nianchen's eyes lit up.

Yan Qiao did not disappoint their expectations, and said slowly:

"Now we need to find Miss Song's lost soul first, and then solve the soul in her body."

Hearing this, Mr. Song said excitedly: "Master Yan, if you need anything, just ask for it. I'll have someone find it right now."

He used the honorific title, and already regarded Yan Qiao as Song Xinwei's life-saving straw.

"I need some of Miss Song's hair."

Mr. Song quickly ordered: "Afu, ask someone to go to the lady's room and look for it. If not, just cut off a little bit from the lady's head."

"In the past few days, you can ask Miss Song to wear this on her body."

With that said, Yan Qiao took out a folded talisman and handed it to him.

"This talisman has the effect of stabilizing the soul, which is enough for Miss Song to survive this period of time."

"If an unexpected situation occurs and the talisman is damaged, I will be there as soon as possible."

After hearing Yan Qiao's explanation, Elder Song quickly put the talisman into his arms.

Now he can't wait for Song Xinwei to take it with him.

"Miss Yan."

Uncle Fu put a handful of hair in a small bag and handed it to Yan Qiao.

Yan Qiao took a look at the item, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Gu Nianchen, give me your backpack."

Yan Qiao took out a piece of hair from the small bag, turned around and called Gu Nianchen.

He quickly handed over the backpack in his hand.

Yan Qiao took the backpack, took out a tortoise shell and put it on the table.

She twisted Song Xinwei's hair with one hand, and made a formula with the other.

In the middle of the air, the hair in Yan Qiao's hand suddenly ignited.

The blue flames jumped around her fingertips, making it even more weird.

Gu Nianchen swallowed silently, and leaned closer to Yan Qiao.

You won't be able to summon any ghosts, will you?

This was not the first time Song Shiyan knew about Yan Qiao's ability, but he was surprised every time he saw it.

He sometimes wondered how Yan Qiao grew up and why he was so powerful?

This was not the first time that Mr. Song and Uncle Fu had seen such methods, but they always felt that Yan Qiao was different from those Taoist priests.

In just one second, the hair turned into ashes and fell directly into the tortoise shell on the table.

Yan Qiao looked at the ashes in the tortoise shell and sighed silently.

She pinched her fingertips lightly, and a drop of blood fell into the tortoise shell. Then she took out a small paper crane and a cinnabar pen from her backpack.

Yan Qiao held a cinnabar pen in his right hand and dipped it into the blood in the tortoise shell, then raised his hand and tapped the eyes of the little paper crane.

Suddenly, the little paper crane in Yan Qiao's hand shook its wings and flew tentatively above her palm.

Elder Song's eyes were full of astonishment, such a method could already be called a fairy technique, right?
But he still asked tentatively: "Master Yan, is this all right?"

"Well, this little paper crane can find Miss Song's soul by smelling her body."

"Since that person wants the living soul to occupy Miss Song's body, then her soul should still be in Nancheng." Yan Qiao explained.

The little paper crane stayed on Yan Qiao's hand obediently, and did not fly outside until she gave an order.

In the hall, several pairs of eyes all fell on the little paper crane that seemed to be flying tremblingly.

Seeing the little paper crane flying unsteadily, Old Song's face twitched.

He had some doubts. Is this really okay?
Don’t stop flying halfway through the flight, right?
Song Shiyan watched in surprise as the little paper crane flew out of the villa.

Gu Nianchen quietly asked: "Boss, why is this little paper crane different from last time?"

"Exclusively for soul hunting."

Yan Qiao glanced at him lightly, and after thinking about it, she satisfied his thirst for knowledge.

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and made a formula with both hands, and wiped her face with spiritual power in her right hand.

A clear picture unfolded in front of her.

Seeing this method, Song Lao and the others secretly marveled in their hearts.

Yan Qiao's training must be extraordinary.

This is the unanimous thought of several people.

I don't know which family she is a teacher from?

He doesn't know the situation of Taoist sect, and with his strength, he is not qualified to understand it in depth.

But it's different now, his silly grandson has met a master like Yan Qiao.

Maybe there will be a chance later, Song Lao thought so.

Yan Qiao didn't know what they were thinking, her eyes were focused on the picture in front of her.

The little paper crane flew for a while and suddenly landed next to a window.

Yan Qiao suddenly frowned.

Her eyes fell on the girl in the window.

Skinny, the girl was lying quietly on the bed like a human skeleton.

It is said to be a bed, but it is actually made up of a few broken boards and cardboard.

The cramped room was also full of sundries.

The girl stared blankly at the ceiling, as if she had lost her soul.

In Yan Qiao's eyes, she had indeed lost her soul.

In the huge body, there is only one remnant struggling to support the whole body.

This prevented the body from dying completely.

The girl looked miserable, which was visible to the naked eye.

The girl's appearance should be caused by her family members.

What caused it, Yan Qiao was not particularly concerned.

Ever since seeing the girl, her frown has not loosened.

Song Lao and the others first saw Yan Qiao's frown, and their hearts jumped suddenly.

When they followed her gaze, the girl's miserable condition suddenly came into their eyes.

"...Is this, is this still a human?" Gu Nianchen questioned his soul.

Hearing this, Song Shiyan pushed his glasses and said, "This should be caused by long-term exposure. Seeing the girl's dull eyes, it is likely that she is suffering from some kind of disease."

Elder Song obviously thought more, he asked solemnly: "Master Yan, is there something wrong with this girl?"

Yan Qiao nodded slowly, and said in a cold voice, "There is a big problem."

"Miss Song's soul is in her body."

This sentence was like thunder, and everyone was instantly stunned.

"Master Yan... this, this..." Elder Song opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

He looked at the tragic situation of the girl in the picture, and his heart ached.

The child he held in his hands was actually subjected to such inhuman torture.

How could this not make his heart ache?
(End of this chapter)