Aoba Office

I was surprised that this "Mr. Wei" was a woman, but no one else was surprised.

Even Wu Ling didn't have any doubts about Mr. Wei's gender.

Mr. Wei seems to be quite young, and his feminine features may not be so obvious. If he changes his appearance, it would not be inappropriate to be regarded as an older man.

Wu Ling reached out and touched the back of Mr. Wei's old hand, then put his finger on Mr. Wei's forehead and asked the young man: "Excuse me, how long has Mr. Wei been in this situation?"

The young man answered fluently: "He has been feeling uncomfortable since the beginning of the year. At first, he just had palpitations and breathlessness, and then he felt low energy and started to feel dizzy. Later, his mental condition became worse and worse. , the whole person is depressed. Since more than a month ago, he has often been lethargic. We have taken him to the hospital several times. The hospital initially diagnosed him with a geriatric disease, which is a natural symptom of aging. Some reactions. After a period of drug treatment, they had little effect. Mr. Wei insisted on staying at home, so we asked the family doctor to cooperate with him in recuperation, but his condition did not improve. . After he became lethargic, we sent him to the doctor again, but the situation was still not optimistic. After testing with various instruments, we could not get a definite diagnosis. "

The young man paused, "We have been considering other methods since before. Mr. Wei was widowed in his early years and lost his son in his middle age. He performs rituals for his deceased wife and son every year, and also makes offerings on weekdays. The Bodhi he often contacts The master recited sutras for him for several days, but the situation did not improve. We found some other people and tried some other methods according to Mr. Wei's wishes, but Mr. Wei probably felt that this disease was a problem. His dead wife and son are ready to pick him up, and now they feel like giving up. "

Having said this, the young man showed his helplessness.

"The man at the door..." Wu Ling raised his head slightly.

The young man nodded, "That may be Mr. Wei's deceased son."

He said, looking at the picture frame on the wall. Or maybe a picture frame.

As far as I could see, there was only a frame there, and inside the frame was a hand stretched out, with blood dripping from it, staining the walls and floor red. It was as if there was a wall, and on the other side of the wall, a seriously injured man struggled desperately and stretched his hand out of the hole.

Judging from the expressions of others, they must have seen Mr. Wei's son.

Wu Ling said nothing and took back the hand that was placed on Mr. Wei's forehead.

"I need to make a soul-suppressing spell." Wu Ling said, "Mr. Wei's soul is unstable, which is why this situation happened. Once his soul is stabilized, it should get better."

The young man was not surprised and nodded in approval, but reminded him: "One of the masters we invited before also said so."

This means that this method has been tested by others and obviously failed.

Wu Ling just said that he understood, and asked a few more questions about the process of the other party's method, and then continued.

The Wu family members objected in a low voice: "The masters they hired are no longer good, so stop fooling around!"

The old man was probably the one who believed in Wu Ling the most among all the people. He still asked uneasily: "Wu Ling, how sure are you?"

"Three points." Wu Ling was very calm.

The old man and the young man who had objected before immediately straightened their backs and tried to stop Wu Ling from messing around.

The boy said disdainfully: "Feudal superstition. Since it cannot be found out at home, it should be sent abroad to check. The domestic medical conditions are like this, and foreign countries are more advanced and do not have such difficult and complicated diseases."

The middle-aged man echoed, with a look of disgust on his face, and wanted to stop Wu Ling.

The old man's expression was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm here now, so I must give it a try."

No matter how unhappy the middle-aged man and the boy are, they can't stop those who want to take action. The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and moved closer to the young man who was looking for Mr. Gu Wei.

I didn't follow him to eavesdrop, I just watched Wu Ling busy.

Wu Ling brought a lot of things with him during this trip. She was checking them one by one when she suddenly asked: "There is a golden jar that should be placed here. Has it been placed somewhere else?"

I saw the boy's face pale, but his body stood up straighter.

The old man helped to search and looked at the boy with a dark face.

The boy was the first to say, "I don't even bother to look at your things. Who knows where you have stuffed them?"

Wu Ling just looked at the boy calmly.

The boy frowned, showing a stubborn expression.

The old man was shaking with anger.

"Get your things out quickly! Don't mess around!" The old man lowered his voice and glanced at the young man who was being pestered by the middle-aged man.

The boy was unconvinced and said: "Why should you blame me?!"

Wu Ling said: "What's inside is the original liquid for painting talismans that I prepared. It's of no use if you take it. The vessel is made of pure gold, but it has been changed after it has been filled with the original liquid. You have to use something like that to build it." Jewelry and gold bars will have some bad effects.”

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who stole your things!" The boy blushed.

The old man let out a heavy breath and looked at Wu Ling, "Without that, can you still do magic?"

"It's possible, but the effect will be compromised." Wu Ling said.

The old man nodded slightly and looked at the boy again, "When you go back this time, you can follow your father in the factory."

The boy was shaking with anger, "I have already passed the college entrance examination..."

"If you're like this, what kind of university should you go to? Are you going to embarrass our Wu family? Is it possible that my family will have to go to the police station in other places to bring you back in the future?!" The old man's tone was stern and breathless.

The boy's face turned from red to white, "I didn't...I..."

His lack of confidence made the old man shake his head in disappointment.

Speaking of which, compared to the Wu family, I probably feel it the most deeply.

The Wu family has gone through several generations of changes, but in a jumping dream, I saw the Wu family's downfall in a short period of time.

The Wu family that tried to control the river spirits and mountain spirits, the Wu family that madly recruited ghosts to scare the people in the city, in the blink of an eye, turned into such a large but bloated and decadent family, rotten to the core.

I looked at Wu Ling.

Does she have any previous memories?

How would she feel if she remembered how she entered the body of a porcelain doll and was trained by the Wu family for many years?

There was no emotion on Wu Ling's face. She just took out other bottles and jars and prepared to cast the spell calmly.

On the other side, the middle-aged man returned home disappointed, a little resentful, and muttered contemptuously: "Superstitious, stupid..."

Wu Ling signaled the young man to lift the quilt and take off all the clothes on Mr. Wei.

The naked old woman's body was exposed in front of me, but in other people's eyes, they probably saw the body of an old man.

Wu Ling held a pottery bowl in his left hand and a bamboo brush in his right hand with an ink-colored tip. A row of bottles and cans were lined up on the small table in front of her. The brush was dipped in the red ink from the first bottle and drew a circle in the pottery bowl. Following the circle, red ink cascaded, changing the color of the lower half of the pottery bowl. Then came green, blue, bright yellow... ink. By drawing circles like this over and over again, the ink flowed and covered layer by layer, and the color in the pottery bowl turned into a strange black.