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Chapter 37 Let’s have a cup of tea
  The old residence of the Song family.

Thick black clouds wrapped tightly on the golden roof with white primer.

Even the sun's rays cannot enter the house.

Hearing the scream, Wenjiu, led by Hong Rose, quickly arrived at the ghost baby's location.

It is the innermost study room on the third floor.

After the warm wine went in, the frightened Song family father and son hurriedly crawled toward her, and ghostly baby noodles visible to the naked eye gushed out of the half-human-high vase behind them.

"It's not easy to actually raise such an evil thing." Wen Jiu smacked his tongue, nodded the white snake head on his wrist, and set up a barrier to trap the Song family father and son inside, so that the raging Yin Qi could not corrode. "Xiao Bai, do you smell a familiar scent?"

The white snake came down from her wrist and attached itself to the transparent barrier.

Shaking his head, "It's not the evil way of Taoyuan Village."

Wen Jiu nodded. She was still very interested in opponents with high talents. "That's right. With my senior brother here, even that experienced person can't get away with it."

This time, the person behind Tao Yingying will raise ancient house monsters and ghost babies again.

not simple.

"You two, don't move where you are, I'll collect it." Wen Jiu said to Song Jianguo and his son who had recovered their breath.

Song Jianguo responded hurriedly: "Okay, thank you, Xiaojiu. What are you doing here, brat? Thank you, Sister Xiaojiu."

His hand hit the back of Song Shaoyan's head. The frightened young man opened his eyes wide and said, "Thank you."

There was no trace of the previous arrogance in his eyes.

At this time, Wen Jiu had already left the barrier, and the red roses were turning into red ribbons around her to dispel the rushing Yin Qi. There was obvious anger on the face of the delicate rose that had been nourished by Wen Jiu in the past few days, "You little brat, you are alive." You got impatient and attacked your aunt, did you forget who single-handedly brought you up?!"

Song Jianguo's throat tightened when he saw the monster emerging from his son's brain in the hospital again.

After realizing that the monster obeyed the orders of the warm wine, his dry mouth dared to swallow. This girl has such ability and big heart, she has a bright future.

Then he glared at his younger son, who had frequently provoked Wenjiu before, and couldn't help but give him another slap on the back of the head.

"You're just lucky that your little sister is kind-hearted and doesn't worry about those bastard things you did before, otherwise our entire Song family would be dead today!"

"...Old Song, please be gentle, I have just been discharged from the hospital." Song Shaoyan covered his head.

His fair and handsome face was full of admiration and excitement to see a master. At this moment, Wenjiu had already caught Guiying. The ghost who had just killed him and his father in minutes was easily caught by Wenjiu.

Song Shaoyan felt that his ancestors were really burning incense for him down there.

"I swear, from now on, I will treat Wenjiu as my reborn parent!" Song Shaoyan likes all kinds of passionate and supernatural events. With the help of the Song family, Yang Zhong often pestered Yang Zhong to accept him as his disciple. Now he regards Wenjiu as a true idol in his heart. Provided.

Just as he was about to cheer for him, Wen Jiu came towards him carrying the ghost baby.

He was instantly frightened and stammered with his hands in front of his chest: "O-Idol, I was wrong. I will only follow your lead from now on, so just spare me!"

Wenjiu, who learned the origin of this ghost baby, brought it to collect debts. When she saw Song Shaoyan's cowardly frown, she didn't like people who were timid and cowardly and had no sense of responsibility, so she resisted the urge to throw the Song family blood to the two of them. Calm down and explain, "This child is from your Song family. Otherwise, there will be no resentment in your family. Head of the Song family, you decide how to deal with this ghost baby."

"Wha, what, this child who is less than three months old is the blood of my Song family!"

The sticky Yin Qi in the room dissipated, and the sunlight poured in and shone on the peaceful and obedient baby in the hands of warm wine. There was indeed a resemblance between the eyebrows and eyes of Song Shaoyan.

Song Shaoyan touched his eyebrows and said blankly: "Old Song, did you really give birth to a child without telling us?"

The middle-aged man who had already stood up saw the normal environment again, but he did not return to his usual calmness. His old eyes were red, and you could see his shock and disbelief, as well as the pain deep in his eyes. Hearing that his youngest son doubted himself, Song Jianguo, a wife-loving maniac, was so angry that he hit him on the back of the head again, his voice choked up, "You brat, please stop slandering me. This is you and your eldest brother's biological sister!"

Song Shaoyan, who was already eighteen years old, jumped up in shock and stared at the baby girl in Wenjiu's hands with horror in his eyes.

"What are you talking about? This...how does this little girl look older than me and my brother?"

At this time, Wen Jiu spoke out to vouch for Song Jianguo, "This child will indeed take shape earlier than you and Young Master Song."

Song Shaoyan was so shocked that he didn't want to speak.

He followed Song Jianguo numbly, swallowing what he said next.

He probably understood that this ghost baby was the result of the quarrel between his father and mother when they were young.

I just didn’t expect that I wouldn’t be able to reincarnate if I was used by someone with ulterior motives.

After recalling the painful events in his and his wife's life, Song Jianguo looked at the baby girl who was sleeping peacefully. She seemed to have aged for more than ten years, and the wrinkles on her well-maintained face had deepened a lot. "It was my fault back then. There was no protection." Well, mother and daughter. Xiaojiu, can you help my uncle to save this child? The price is not an issue. When you need to use it in the Song family in the future, you will be obliged to do it for us. "

"No, just give me money to offset the cause and effect." Wen Jiu got the answer and sat cross-legged on the spot for salvation.

As the pure and solemn Buddhist words floated in the air, everyone present seemed to see the golden light emerging from the baby in front of Wen Jiu, and gradually dissipated in place.

Song Jianguo couldn't help but turn his head and wipe his tears.

This is the only daughter he and Ah Qing have in this life.

After the golden light dissipated, Wenjiu opened his eyes, counting the life chart left by the baby in his hand, and found the traces of the person behind it.

Afraid of being discovered and escaping first, she hurriedly gave Song Jianguo a price and disappeared.

Song Shaoyan, who was crying emotionally, said blankly when he saw it: "Dad, this is a god."

"Remember, Wenjiu is the benefactor of our Song family. You must be polite and respectful to her in the future, otherwise your mother and I will not be able to spare you." Song Jianguo put the money into Wenjiu's account and looked at the vase where his daughter was living. Have someone wrap it up properly.
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  In the lush woods.

The chirping of cicadas was very noisy. As soon as he entered this unnamed realm, Wenjiu noticed something was wrong, as if he had blocked signals from the outside world.

After walking a few steps, she came face to face with a quaint courtyard.

The gate made of golden nanmu exudes fragrance and has a long history.

Wenjiu stopped and looked at the door quietly.

Appearing out of thin air, strange mountains and forests.

The noisy chirping of cicadas dispersed with the cool breeze.

Wen Jiu secretly clenched his fists.

She said: "Your Excellency's cultivation is unpredictable. If you want to see me, you don't have to wait like this."

"Squeak-"

The door opens, and the beautifully manicured plants and flowers inside come into view. The most amazing thing is not the flowers of the four seasons blooming at the same time, but the immortals in blue robes kneeling behind them behind the bamboo curtain.

"Let's have a cup of tea."

(End of this chapter)