After the luck of rebirth was taken away, the true and false daughters teamed up

Chapter 24

Daqing's promotion of Taoism has led to the belief in ghosts and gods being highly respected among ordinary people.

Most ordinary people believe that after death, people will definitely turn into ghosts, and if they have any grievances, they will come back to redress their grievances.

When the book boy saw Jiang Ziying and Song Siwen getting into trouble one after another, he remembered some stories about strange powers and gods he had heard outside, and thought of the recent cases.

I heard that it is still not clear why those people disappeared and how they died.

Because it was Princess Shiyu’s national mourning, not many people went to investigate.

However, the government and the Imperial College suppressed the matter by giving his family a lot of pensions.

What happened to those people's deaths? It might just be like this, nothing more.

Hearing Shutong's words, Song Shiyun felt a little strange in his heart.

She asked: "Do you know how many people were missing at that time?"

The book boy hesitated for a moment, "Seven or eight, right? I heard that they went out to play together and disappeared together, but I don't know the details."

Seven or eight?
This is already a big disappearance case.

So many people were missing the day after her death.

Because of the national mourning, it happened to be suppressed and not mentioned, and it was covered up quietly.

So many lives, just forget it?
Why does Song Shiyun feel that the timeline is so strange?
Seven or eight people...

This number is also worth exploring.

The day after she died...

If it were used to seal the soul, it would take exactly seven Yang life beings to completely seal her undead soul.

however……

Her soul has already escaped.

The disappearance of those people may not have anything to do with her death.

However, Song Shiyun still felt a little strange.

But right now, there is no better explanation.

While Song Shiyun and the scholar were talking, they quickly sent Song Siwen back to Xiuzhuyuan.

Later, when Yang heard the commotion, she was already being supported by Song Shirou and rushed over.

Seeing Song Siwen's pale face and unconsciousness, Yang's eyes darkened for a while, and he tremblingly said: "I, what's wrong with my son? Wasn't he fine when he went out? How come he's like this when he comes back? What happened?"

When the scholar heard this, he knelt in front of Mr. Yang and said that Song Siwen suddenly fainted and he didn't know what happened.

He didn't dare to tell Yang all the nonsense he had just said to Song Shiyun.

The color on Yang's face completely disappeared, and her body swayed.

If it weren't for Song Shirou's support, she would have fainted at this time. She managed to hold on and said sadly: "Quick, go get the doctor!"

Hearing this, Song Shiyun took a step forward and said, "There's no need to ask for a doctor. It's useless to ask for one."

Only then did Yang notice that Song Shiyun was also in the room.

Song Shiyun was standing in front of an open space.

On the ground is the formation she set up last night.

But the flow of light from the formation has now been reversed, and the blood that was originally concentrated in the center of the formation has now turned black, emitting a terrifying and weird shimmer.

However, everyone's eyes were now on the unconscious Song Siwen, and no one noticed this.

When Yang heard Song Shiyun's words, he looked at Song Shiyun's back and couldn't help but ask, "Shiyun, what do you mean by this?"

Song Shiyun turned around and said, "Mother doesn't know something. My eldest brother's illness is not an ordinary illness."

"Isn't it an ordinary disease?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang's eyes widened suddenly, as if he thought of something, "Shi Yun, you, you don't mean to say that... your eldest brother encountered a ghost like me, right?"

Song Shiyun paused for a moment, without explaining in detail, and said vaguely: "You can also say that, so calling the doctor is useless."

When Yang heard this, she was so anxious that she almost burst into tears, "What should I do?" She pushed Song Shirou away hastily, took two steps forward, grabbed Song Shiyun's hand, and begged: "Shiyun, please If the doctor is useless, do you, do you have any idea? If you have any idea, you must save your brother!"

Song Shiyun looked at Yang's red eyes, and his heart moved slightly. He patted the back of Yang's hand reassuringly, and his voice was much gentler: "Don't worry, mother. I will naturally help with brother's affairs."

As she said that, she looked at Song Shirou.

"Third sister, please help your mother out to rest for a while. Leave the matters here to me."

Song Shirou looked into Song Shiyun's eyes, hesitated for a second, then nodded, walked up and supported Yang, "Mother, the second sister said so, let's go down first."

How could Mr. Yang be willing to leave so easily?

She was about to say no.

Song Shiyun was the first to say, "My mother is here, but I can't do anything. If it's for the sake of my eldest brother, it's better for my mother to leave for now."

Yang's words were blocked when she reached her mouth. Thinking that Song Shiyun had saved her and was reliable, she nodded hesitantly, "Well, I'll wait for your news outside." Song Shiyun said hello .

Hearing this, Yang glanced at Song Siwen on the bed reluctantly and worriedly, and then turned around with Song Shirou's help.

At this time, Song Shiyun quietly winked at Song Shirou.

Song Shirou's heart skipped a beat, and then she nodded clearly. After helping Yang leave Song Siwen's house, she didn't let Yang stay in the yard. On the pretext that it was windy in the yard, she invited Yang to sit in the study next to her. sit.

After they left, Song Shiyun asked everyone else to leave.

She and Song Siwen were the only two people left in the room.

After closing the door, Song Shiyun walked to the formation.

Looking at the reversed formation on the ground, Song Shiyun took out the cinnabar he carried with him and drew a few more strokes on the formation.

Then, she found yesterday's pen sharpener, cut her finger, and drew a few strokes on the talisman paper.

Then she threw the talisman into the center of the formation.

Immediately afterwards, the talisman boomed and burned in the formation.

Song Siwen, who was on the bed, let out a painful groan at this moment.

Song Shiyun turned around and looked over, and saw Song Siwen frowning in pain, and a layer of cold sweat soon broke out on his forehead.

Song Shiyun wiped the blood from the penknife and fingertips, and walked over with the penknife.

She placed the penknife on the candle next to her and burned it for a while. After briefly disinfecting it, she took the penknife and made a cut on Song Siwen's fingertip to bleed.

A stream of black blood soon emerged from Song Siwen's fingertips.

Black blood dripped on the ground, but it seemed like there were insects crawling inside.

Seeing this, Song Shiyun quickly took out a talisman and wrapped it around Song Siwen's arm.

Then, she pinched the wound on her fingertip.

Blood beads suddenly appeared.

She placed her bleeding fingertips on Song Siwen's wound.

The next second, the blood from Song Siwen's wound suddenly accelerated.

It seemed like something was trying to get out after smelling something delicious.

Song Shiyun knew that those were Gu insects.

She lured the worm out, and when the worm was about to crawl onto her hand, she grabbed the cinnabar box in her arms and poured the cinnabar on it.

Those Gu insects immediately fell to the ground and turned into wisps of black smoke.

At the same time, the pain on Song Siwen's face was gradually fading.

Song Shiyun looked back and saw that the color of the formation was also changing, and a dazzling golden light burst out from the entire formation.

Seeing this, Song Shiyun breathed a sigh of relief.

But just when Song Siwen's situation improved, the Duke Ning's mansion fell into chaos again.

After Taoist Master Jingwu helped, Jiang Ziying's condition continued to improve and she soon regained consciousness.

The injury improved very quickly.

I just had a bowl of pork rib soup.

However, just after drinking the pork rib soup, something suddenly went wrong with him.

He suddenly fell on the bed in pain, his face suddenly turned pale, he curled up into a ball, pressed his hands firmly on his abdomen, and kept making painful sounds.

Mrs. Ning Guogong, who was taking care of him drinking soup, was startled. She quickly put the soup bowl next to her and hurriedly supported Jiang Ziying.

"Ziying, Ziying, how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Jiang Ziying's pale face soon became congested again, and gradually turned the color of pig liver.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Ning Guogong was frightened, turned around and cried to the outside world.

"Master Jingwu, Master Jingwu, come in quickly, Ziying is dying!"

Master Jingwu, who had been brewing medicine outside, heard the sound and walked in quickly.

The moment he saw Jiang Ziying, his face darkened. He quickly walked to the bed and felt Jiang Ziying's pulse, his tone gloomy.

"What a powerful warlock, I underestimated him!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Ning Guogong hurriedly asked: "Master, what do you mean by this?"

"A few days ago, the prince asked me to do a favor..." Taoist Master Jingwu told Mrs. Ning Guogong about Jiang Ziying asking him to set up a formation to harm people, and then said: "Now it seems that the other party discovered the curse. The tampering caused a backlash in the prince's body. Pindao thought that if I straightened out the formation, everything would be fine, but he didn't expect that the other party, who was very knowledgeable, actually tampered with it again!"

(End of this chapter)