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Qiancang Yi hid behind a relatively large dead tree, concentrating and holding his breath. ?? Eight? One Chinese? ㈧?? ㈠???

"Fortunately, I reacted quickly." Qiancang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he hadn't been discovered.

After the little girl continued to walk forward, Qiancang wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, took a deep breath, and continued to follow.

Not long after, the little girl came to a grave, and then as soon as Qiancang saw the little girl stretched out her hand and placed the broken hand in the flower basket on the ground.

"This is..." Qian Cang frowned, and the development of things became more and more bizarre.

Then, he heard the little girl's voice.

"Mom, this palm is the freshest palm, you can definitely come alive." The girl's voice seemed full of expectation.

"Come back? Is her mother dead?" As soon as Qian Cang leaned out a little, he saw the girl in red kneeling on the ground, and the palms in the flower basket were placed in front of the girl in red.

The girl in red puts her hands together, her head is raised 45°, very religious.

"How is it possible? I can come alive in this way, that's not laughing to death." Qian Cang snorted in his heart, and he waited for the frustrated expression on the face of the girl in red.

At this time, the abnormal change protrudes.

For some reason, a holy light descended on the girl in red in the sky. This white holy light seemed to disperse all the gloom of the dead wood forest. Although she was relying on the hard dead wood, under the light of this holy light, Qiancang One has the feeling of lying on the leather sand.

The warmth travels all over the body, expelling all the cold.

"My God, did it appear so soon?" Qian Cangyi had already forgotten what he had just thought.

"Great Lord, can you make your mother come alive, she is so kind, so gentle, after mother is gone, father is drunk every day, and the home is no longer full of laughter and laughter, please." Hong The girl in clothes prayed to the gods in the sky, praying for things that only gods could do.

As the girl in red began to bow down, the palms in front of her rose slowly, like feathers.

The palm of his hand rose to about three meters, and then suddenly fell to the ground.

The holy light disappeared immediately, and the weird and gloomy deadwood forest swept over like waves again.

[The palm is not fresh enough. If you really want to resurrect your mother, you must find the freshest palm, you know? 】

A solemn voice came from the sky, soft and beautiful, like the singing of a nightingale.

"But, Great Lord, this is the freshest palm I can find. Where should I find a fresher palm?" The red-dressed girl looked religious.

【By your side, there are fresher palms. 】

As soon as the voice in the sky finished speaking, Qiancang felt a cold air swept through his body. At this time, he felt like a prey being watched by a hunter. If he did not run away immediately, the sickle of death would cut his throat at any time. .

"Are you just following me? Uncle?" At some unknown time, the girl in red appeared beside Qiancang.

"How is it possible...I obviously didn't hear any sound, and how could it be so fast just for so little time? Besides...uncle..." Qian Cang pulled the corner of his mouth.

Qiancang looked down at the scary face of the little girl and tried not to vomit.

"No, I just passed by." Qiancang smiled, then he shook his head.

"Uncle's hand is so beautiful!" The girl in red stared at Qian Cangyi's hand, and the eyeballs in her eye sockets seemed to be staring out. What's more terrifying is that the girl in red also licked herself with her tongue out. Lips.

Qiancang Yi didn't reply, but put his hand in his pants pocket very naturally.

After losing sight of Qian Cangyi's hand, the girl in red also returned to a normal state, without the frenetic expression just now.

"Do you want to resurrect your mother?" Qian Cang asked.

"Hmm!" The girl in red nodded affirmatively, as if someone knew what she thought made her very happy.

"Why didn't your father help you? Doesn't he want to resurrect your mother?" Qian Cangyi continued to ask, as he tried to divert the topic from the word palm at this time.

"The ghost knows that the owner of the palm lying in front of the grave can still breathe at this time. Everything in the dead wood looks very strange. It is better to be careful, and now I am a real person here!" Qiancang Leaning his left shoulder on the dead wood, the expression on his face was very casual.

"Yeah!" The girl in red shook her head, "I can't tell my father about this. The great Lord said that if I tell my father, then this method won't work, and I can't resurrect my mother."

Seeing such a terrifying face acting like a baby to himself, Qian Cang got goose bumps all over.

"Do you believe in the great Lord?" Qiancang thought of the holy light just now. If they are fanatics of faith, they might be willing to dedicate their lives the moment the holy light appears.

"In essence, all objects of religious worship originate from nature.

Throughout the ancient and modern times, religions have all been used by those in power, or led to upwards or depraved ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ For non-believers, the logic of believers seems quite ridiculous, because they have not fully considered The needs of believers.

In many cases, what people need is only a kind of trust, a sense of dependence, which is why it is possible to become a religious believer regardless of wealth or wealth.

At this time, the girl in red needs this sense of dependence. The death of her mother has had a huge impact on her family. Her father is drinking all day long. Because the girl in red has no ability to work, the conditions at home must be getting worse and worse. "

These thoughts suddenly appeared in Qiancangyi's mind.

Talking to people and talking nonsense to people, as long as they can communicate, language is also a weapon.

"I believe it." The red girl's firm eyes even made the gloom of the dead wood less less.

"You must love your mother very much." Qian Cang looked around, he was planning his escape route.

"Of course, I love my mother the most, even my dad doesn't have my love!" The girl in red danced, seeming to want to prove her words through this kind of action.

"So, can you...er, take your uncle to meet your father?" Qian Cang blinked.

"Fortunately, this girl in red hasn't seen a lot of brain teasers, and doesn't understand the meaning of'the great lord'. What other palm is fresher than cutting a palm from a living person?" Qian Cang smiled, and he already had something in his heart. Made a guess.

"Um... Dad said he wouldn't let me take strangers home..." The red girl was a little embarrassed.

"We talked for so long, and we are no longer strangers." Qian Cang said as he looked at the girl in red.

"Yeah." Hearing Qian Cangyi's words, the girl in red also solved the puzzle in her heart.

"By the way, what is your name?" Qian Cang asked softly.

"Anna, it's just me, Anna, Anna Tate." The girl in red said her name.