Rebirth of the Best Businesswoman at School

Everyone looked at each other, as if they didn't know if they should believe a little girl's words.

Especially when the little girl said that he could save the old man, it sounded evil enough, and at this time they had to go to the living room and wait.

After all, most people here don't know Jane Ai, let alone met her. They only know that she is a friend of Master Haoyu, but just because of this, it is difficult for people to believe her, and everyone is unavoidable.

Save the dead? How to save? Borrowing the corpse to resurrect it or exchanging life for life?

Obviously, in the hearts of Ji's family, no one believes in Jane Ai.

But Jian Ai didn't mind, because if it wasn't for Xiaolu who said that it could be saved, she wouldn't believe it if she changed her job to someone else.

So she understood the reaction of the Ji family, especially these people were still immersed in grief at this time.

"Second grandfather, you take everyone to the living room first." At this moment, Ji Haoyu spoke.

The second master of the Ji family is the old man's younger brother, and he is also 60 years old. Hearing this, I couldn't help but watch Ji Haoyu open his mouth as he wanted to say something: "Haoyu...this..."

"Go." Ji Haoyu said again: "There is no worse result than now."

These words sounded particularly sad.

Yes, everyone is gone. No matter what Jane does, can there be a worse result than this one?

Seeing Ji Haoyu insisting on believing in his friend, the second master of the Ji family sighed after all, nodded and said to the others: "Everyone, go down first."

When the words were over, the second master of the Ji family took a deep look at Jian Ai, as if he wanted to see her through with his eyes.

However, Jane didn't know what would happen, so how could she let others see it?

The others didn't say much, and followed the second master downstairs. Ji Haoyu gently patted Ji Haoxue, and said softly, "Haoxue, you go too."

"Yeah." Ji Haoxue let out a sob from her nose, and followed with her tears.

At this point, only Jane Ai and Ji Haoyu were left in the corridor.

Looking at each other, Ji Haoyu faced Jane's, the hard shell of her body was suddenly removed, and in silence, she saw Ji Haoyu walk up to Jane's heavy steps, slightly attached to her body, and slowly hugged her.

At this moment, Ji Haoyu was soft and fragile, and it seemed that only at this moment did Jane really feel the blow and harm that Ji Haoyu's death brought to Ji Haoyu.

Raising her hand, Jian Ai hugged him with her backhand, and the fragile Ji Haoyu made her feel infinite distress. This man who seemed unruly and unruly in the daytime actually exposed the most human side in front of her.

This is trust in her...and love.

At this moment, Jane Ai was sad for Ji Haoyu's sadness, and sad for Ji Haoyu's sadness. She even felt that if she could, she would be willing to face and bear the pain of losing a loved one with Ji Haoyu, as long as he could get better.

Thinking of this, Jian Ai held Ji Haoyu's hand slightly and exerted force, seeming to convey some strength to him in silence.

She wanted to tell him that no matter when, she was still standing by her side.

Feeling Jane Ai's silent comfort, Ji Haoyu's tight body was slightly relieved.

In Ji Lao's bedroom, directly opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows is a mountain not far from the outskirts. In winter, the mountains are covered with snow and the vegetation is dry.

Xiaolu stood in front of the window, looking at the mountain on the opposite side. Behind him, Ji Lao was still lying on the bed, while the young boy was putting candles beside the bed by himself.

There were twenty-nine candles around the edge of the bed. After the young boy lit them one by one, he raised his head and said to Xiaoyu, "Brother Xiaoyu, set it up."

Hearing this, Xiao Lu turned his head and took a look, then turned back to the bed, and saw that he took out a red cloth bag from his pocket.

The cloth bag is like a kit from ancient times, but it is slightly larger. Open it, there are three pieces of talisman paper inside.

There are strange characters drawn on this piece of talisman paper, Xiaolu can't understand it himself, the only thing he knows is the center of the three pieces of talisman paper, each written in three traditional characters.

Heaven, earth, and people.

Xiaolu placed the sky character paper on top of Ji Lao's head, the ground character paper at Ji Lao's feet, and the last human character paper was placed below Ji Lao's heart.

In this way, all preparations are already in place, and it doesn't look cumbersome. Looking at this posture, it looks like a superstitious circle.

"Brother Xiaolu, could this be Huaxia's ecstasy?" Zhitong couldn't help but speak.

Young children are not Chinese, but they have heard a little about the ancient ghosts of Huaxia, and even watched many Huaxia movies. They tasted such wax stickers, mostly for ecstasy.

Xiaolu's complexion darkened, and he couldn't help saying: "There is no ecstasy in this world."

"Then this..." The young boy didn't understand.

Not only did he not understand, Xiaoyu didn't understand, only Wen Xiaoyu said: "I don't know, maybe this is not something you and I can penetrate. Time is almost up, turn off the lights.

Hearing this, the young boy didn't ask more, went to the door of the room and turned off the light in the room.

Even so, the light of twenty-nine candles was enough to illuminate the entire bedroom, and Xiaoyu went to the window again and looked at the distant mountain.

On the top of the mountain, white snow piled up, and at this moment, facing the Ji family mansion, a figure with a black robe covering his face stood among the dead trees.

This figure is unusually tall, but apart from that, he can no longer see any features under the black robe, except for his pale right hand, holding a metal scepter.

Next to the man in the black robe stood a little girl who looked eight or nine years old. The girl wore two croissants. On this cold night, she was only wearing a very thin clothes, and she did not feel cold at all.

"Sir, the light is out."

The two have been looking at the direction of Ji's house under the mountain, and their eyes have been fixed on the position of Ji Lao's bedroom. Seeing the light goes out and the candlelight is on, the little girl can't help but speak.

Seeing this, the black-robed man couldn't help but let out a low voice: "Let's start."

"Yes." The little girl nodded slightly.

Then she saw the black-robed man sitting directly on the ground, the little girl took out six pieces of talisman paper and placed them in specific positions around the black-robed man.

There is no extra bells and whistles, the black-robed man already waved his hand, and the scepter in his hand actually floated in front of him out of thin air.

Eyes were closed tightly, and the black robe population began to mutter, and there was a burst of low and ear-piercing sounds. The content of the voice was extremely old, and it was a language that no one had ever heard.

The little girl stood not far behind him, with a little worry in her eyes, and she looked at the brightly lit Jijia Manor below the mountain from time to time.

Not long after, the black-robed man's folded hands suddenly opened wide, and the scepter floating in front of him was divided into six, and the six scepters began to rotate rapidly around the black-robed man.

At the same time, the candles lit by Ji Lao's bed began to flicker like the wind, and the candlelight flickered and dimmed, seeming to be annihilating.