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

Chapter 30 Girl’s Jealousy

Uncle Fu couldn't bear to look directly at it. He was also heartbroken, but he wanted to persuade Mr. Song not to be confused for a while.

"master."

"I understand." Elder Song's voice was choked with sobs.

Uncle Fu just sighed, looking at Song Xinwei with worry in his eyes.

"Song Xinwei, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"

The shrill female voice lingered in Song Xinwei's ears.

"Why are you born to be a young lady and loved by others, but I have to give everything for that damned brother."

"The person I like doesn't like me, but likes you! Why, aren't you just from a better family background and better looking!"

"But now, it will all be mine! It's mine!!"

"Just admit defeat, Song Xinwei, you can't beat me."

Song Xinwei gritted her teeth, her transparent soul gradually became weaker with the female voice.

She looked at the girl who was lying on her body and was constantly gnawing, and she was still surrounded by an extremely disgusting aura.

In the past two years, she clearly felt that the girl's soul power was constantly strengthening, and the black energy all over her body became even worse.

But her soul was being reduced all the time, but she was powerless.

She could only watch the girl eating her soul and feel the pain of her soul being torn apart.

This time, her soul was extremely weak, and it was the weakest time in the past two years.

So weak that a gust of wind seemed to blow her away.

Song Xinwei was in a daze, she seemed to see the scene when her father took her to steal cakes when she was a child.

Just when she had given up all resistance, Song Xinwei suddenly felt a warm feeling deep in her soul.

"Ahhh"

At the same time, a girl's scream sounded in front of her.

This is?

Song Xinwei's eyes flashed with shock.

But only for a moment, after realizing that the girl seemed unable to do anything to her now.

Song Xinwei immediately turned against the guest, crawling on the girl's soul and biting.

In these years, the souls of the two people have always been biting each other.

The difference is, the girl eats her soul, but she doesn't.

There is no place in the girl's soul that does not emit a stench, and there is a cold black air entwined on it.

After Mr. Song threw the talisman in his hand, he instantly collapsed on the chair.

His forehead was already profusely sweating.

Fortunately, caught up.

Seeing this, Fu Bo also breathed a sigh of relief.

I hope the young lady’s will to survive will not be weakened.

Yan Qiao withdrew her hand, looking at Song Xinwei's soul in the girl's body, her eyes darkened.

I didn't expect that this world also has the inheritance of magic.

Yan Qiao's heart sank slightly.

It seemed that she had to go and meet the old man for a while today.

His eyes fell on the girl on the bed again, and Yan Qiao calmed down.

She patted a talisman on the girl, made a formula with both hands, and said softly.

The talisman suddenly rose into the air, and wisps of black energy emerged from the girl's body.

Gu Nianchen was very close to the bed when he suddenly noticed black air coming out and subconsciously took a step back.

Song Shiyan's pupils shrank and he silently took a step back.

This thing gave him the feeling that it was even scarier than the ghost of a pregnant woman.

He trusts his intuition very much now.

Seeing that the black energy would not spread to his body, Gu Nianchen's courage suddenly returned.

He curiously approached Yan Qiao's hand and asked, "Boss, what is this?"

"Anyway, you can't touch it."

Saying that, Yan Qiao glanced at him lightly.

She doesn't understand him yet, and her curiosity is worse than that of a cat.

After all the black energy was absorbed by the talisman, Yan Qiao could put the talisman into his personal space at any time with one move.

The black air disappeared, and the girl on the hospital bed moved her eyes.

Although the whole person is still so skinny, there is a kind of terrifying depression missing.

"It's time to go back now."

Yan Qiao lowered his eyes and looked at the girl, his eyes looking through the body and seemed to be looking at the soul inside.

Song Xinwei nodded vigorously, she was almost moved to tears.

After being trapped for two years, she finally had a chance to get out.

Yan Qiao raised his hand to grab the top of the girl's head, and a trace of his extremely worn-out soul fell into her hands.

She flipped it over and stuffed it into a bottle.

Well, this is a magic weapon that she was revered in the past and used to collect ghosts.

Now it is just right to collect the remaining soul of Song Xinwei, and it has the effect of nourishing it.

After doing all this, Yan Qiao turned to look at the two of them and said calmly: "Let's go."

Song Shiyan took a step forward and said, "I'll stay here to deal with the aftermath."

As he said that, he looked at the girl whose breathing was gradually weakening on the bed, with a hint of unbearability in his eyes.

"Alright."

Yan Qiao nodded and walked out of the ward, followed by Gu Nianchen.

Song Shiyan watched the two people leaving and pushed down the gold frame with a slight silence.

"Dr. Song, why are you here?"

The doctors and nurses who came to the rescue were stunned when they saw Song Shiyan.

Song Shiyan smiled wryly and said, "I rang the bell, and her breathing has stopped."

A flash of understanding flashed in the eyes of several doctors and nurses.

The older doctor silently stepped forward and patted his shoulder to express comfort.

The nurses on duty are also used to seeing life and death.

Seeing Song Shiyan's appearance, they thought that he might not be able to accept it for a while, so they all stepped forward to comfort him.

By the time Yan Qiao arrived at the Song family villa, it was already 09:30 in the evening.

Because she didn't stay in the hospital long.

Song Xinwei's soul was too weak after all, even with the help of her talisman.

Half an hour later, the situation gradually began to decline, and the girl took advantage of this opportunity to press down on Song Xinwei and bite her again.

This time she no longer swallowed it in small bites, but tore it apart in big bites.

There was an urge to tear Song Xinwei's soul into pieces.

"Sure enough, isn't it okay?"

Song Xinwei's voice became weaker and weaker, and the hope in her eyes gradually faded away.

Yan Qiao quickly came to the room, and Elder Song and Uncle Fu found her immediately.

They were about to say something when they were stopped by Gu Nianchen who was following her closely.

"Shh!"

Gu Nianchen signaled them not to disturb Yan Qiao.

Judging from the speed at which Yan Qiao went upstairs, the situation may have become more difficult.

Gu Nianchen silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

As expected of him, he really knows the boss well enough.

When seeing Song Xinwei, Yan Qiao's eyes became a little more serious.

Song Xinwei's situation was much worse than she imagined.

Even if her remnant soul returned this time, it might not just be a weakness.

Yan Qiao quickly stuffed a pill into her mouth, and used her spiritual power to help her dissolve the medicine.

After the medicine dispelled, she took out the jade bottle and drew Song Xinwei's soul out of it, and then quickly injected it into her body.

Yan Qiao made seals with both hands, and the purple spiritual power at the fingertips was jumping rapidly.

A purple seal in front of him gradually took shape.

"go with!"

As Yan Qiao's voice fell, the purple seal instantly submerged into Song Xinwei's body.

(End of this chapter)