The Rebirth of the National Goddess

For three years, Wen Ziyao has asked for countless things from it, almost always responding to requests.

In the past three years, Wen Ziyao has almost lost her hands-on ability.

No matter what it is, as long as you talk about it yourself.

Two years ago, Wen Yaohui had a serious illness. At that time, even the doctors at home and abroad were helpless, and issued two critical illness notices within one day.

Just when everyone thought that Wen Yaohui was bound to die, he miraculously healed himself, which shocked the entire medical community.

Originally thought it was Wen Yaohui's life that should not die, but he didn't expect that it was all due to his daughter.

Shen Suhua gritted her teeth, "Even so, you can't bang this kind of thing!"

"I can't help it, Mom, I don't know that the thing I called back is Lin Xiaoman," Wen Ziyao said while shedding tears, "I just want to be with Tairan, I like him so much, I can live without him Those who can't go down, and Dad, do you want to watch Dad leave us?"

When the word 'Tai Ran' was mentioned, a woman's cry suddenly sounded in the air, and there was a bit of a sinister smile in this cry.

At first it was only very low, but after a while, the crying became louder, harsher, and more gloomy.

It seems to be coming from far away, and it seems to be crying in your ear.

With strong resentment.

It seems that it will appear in front of your eyes in the next second.

This kind of strange and miserable cry echoed in everyone's ears.

Wen Ziyao curled up into a ball, her arm holding Shen Suhua trembled, and she didn't even dare to breathe out.

Shen Suhua was also very nervous. It was the first time she encountered such a thing after living for decades, but she had to calm down in front of her daughter.

If she was completely intimidated, who would the daughter rely on?

Li Yan was so frightened that she lost her soul. Holding the cross in her hand, she silently recited the Bible over and over again in her heart.

The atmosphere in the house was terrifying to the extreme.

"You're lying," Chu Jin looked at Wen Ziyao and said slowly in this weird atmosphere, "Actually, you already knew that that thing was Lin Xiaoman, right?"

After Chu Jin finished speaking, the air returned to silence, and the previous burst of crying disappeared all of a sudden.

It stopped abruptly, as if something had suddenly covered your mouth.

Wen Ziyao didn't speak, her body was shaking non-stop, she didn't know whether it was guilt or fear.

"I don't know, I didn't know it was Lin Xiaoman, Xiaoman was my best friend before his death..."

The so-called technique of raising ghosts is to use pagoda tree as the body, introduce the ghosts of the dead into it, imprison them, burn incense and worship all day long, seek wealth, power, omnipotence, and satisfy all human greed.

But doing so will also cause great harm to the ghost, making it unable to reincarnate. It can only be locked in the locust tree all day long, unable to move freely, controlled by people, tortured, and finally scattered.

This is a very insidious method.

Chu Jin sneered, "Since she is your best friend, why did you let her die? Everyone is dead, and you refuse to let go of even a lingering soul. What happened between you? You hate her so much?"

Wen Ziyao felt even more guilty when Chu Jin broke her heart, her face turned pale instantly, she bit her lips tightly with her white teeth, and didn't say a word.

Listening to the conversation between the two, and watching Wen Ziyao's reaction, Shen Suhua seemed to think of something, the blood on his face faded little by little, he moved his lips several times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, Not a word was said.

"Where did you put your things?" Chu Jin had no expression on his face, and even his voice was indifferent, but it was just like this, which made Wen Ziyao dare not look directly at her, nor dare to answer her words.

The air fell into silence again.

The deathly silence made people tremble unavoidably.

The eerie atmosphere spread to every corner of the room.

No one knows what will happen in the next second, what will appear.

Chu Jin's expression was a little impatient, and he said coldly, "Where did you put it?"

The voice was not loud, but it was filled with an inexplicable pressure, which made people a little breathless.

Wen Ziyao lowered her head and murmured, "It's...it's in the mirror."

Hearing this, the gazes of several people subconsciously focused on the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Under the light, the figures of several people and the scene inside the house were reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The mirror surface gave off a cold light, as if it was no longer a mirror, but a monster with a bloody mouth.

Li Yan shuddered subconsciously, and looked away, not daring to look at the mirror again.

Chu Jin turned around and walked slowly in front of the mirror, she walked step by step.

'Da da da--'

Every step deeply affects the hearts of everyone.

She walked slowly to the mirror, stretched out her hand to press the edge of the mirror, and pulled it hard.

With a 'click' sound, Nuo Da's mirror surface was pushed down by her, and Chu Jin stretched out his hand to push the mirror surface to the side.

What was hidden behind the mirror was exposed in front of everyone's eyes.

Both Shen Suhua and Li Yan had terrified expressions on their faces.

After a while, Shen Suhua realized, pointed at Wen Ziyao and said loudly, "Yaoyao! Are you crazy? How can you put such a thing in the mirror!"

The fourth watch is here, good afternoon, little fairies, okay~