The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

Ji Wuchen closed his eyes suddenly and suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

My daughter is very talented and very sensitive to people's emotions.

His disturbed daughter noticed.

This is not good.

Ji Wuchen did not fully activate the formation, but slowly opened his eyes, held his daughter in his arms and spoke.

"Yan Bao, if... daddy means... if..."

Even though Xiaoyanbao is small, he is very perceptive.

And I have seen this scene many times in the huge paintings in my sleep.

Daddy is so good-looking and powerful, but suddenly... uneasy, he stutters when speaking.

There must be something going on.

And it’s still a bad thing.

Xiao Yanbao took a breath and suppressed the sadness in his heart.

She rubbed her little head against Ji Wuchen's arms again and made a soft sound.

"Dad, if Aniang is really gone...Dad...Dad, don't be too sad."

"Daddy...Daddy can...cry...but crying...after crying...remember that there is still Yanbao...Aniang said that although she has forgotten many things, but...she must love Yanbao's father very much, otherwise... …I won’t forget so many things, and I will leave Yan Bao behind…come…”

The little guy's nose was sore and his eyes were red.

Xiao Nai's voice was full of tears.

He stuttered even more than Ji Wuchen when he spoke.

But she tried not to cry.

Ji Wuchen: "..."

Ji Wuchen's eyes were hot and he almost shed tears.

He quickly raised his head and looked at the compassionate and majestic Buddha statue in front of him.

"Okay, daddy remembers it."

"Daddy...don't cry."

A drop of clear tears slid down the corner of Ji Wuchen's eyes.

It was wiped away by his magic in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Yanbao felt his father's grief and grief all over his body and hugged his neck tightly.

"Dad, isn't this Hunhun... lamp not completely lit yet?"

Just now when her father carried her over, he said that if he wanted to find A-Niang, he needed to use her blood as a guide to light that soul-gathering lamp.

There was only a faint light in Xiao Yanbao's tear-stained pupils.

The soul-gathering lamp... had clearly only just been lit.

No results yet.

There is still hope.

"Dad, you said you have to wait until the wick in the soul lamp burns out before you can find grandma. Now the lamp... there are still a lot of wicks."

Ji Wuchen pursed his lips.

He wanted to tell his daughter.

If Awan was still alive, she would be able to sense it immediately even if she was thousands of miles away.

His Awan is no ordinary person.

She is the high priest of Tianshu City, and she also has the purest and cleanest blood of the Witch Clan.

Yan Bao is their daughter, and her bloodline is purer and cleaner.

Moreover, Yan Bao's talent is extremely high, the greater the power of the soul that the Soul Gathering Lamp can detect.

but……

The moment the soul-gathering lamp was lit, he didn't notice the existence of any soul.

There are only two such situations.

One is that Awan is really dead.

That's why he couldn't sense the call of power in Yan Bao's bloodline.

The second is... Awan is not in Kyushu and Shikoku at all.

but……

how can that be possible?

If not in Kyushu and Shikoku, where else can we go?

This situation actually does not exist at all.

So only the first one remains.

His Awan...is really gone.

Ji Wuchen's heart suddenly felt like being pricked by tiny needles. He could bear the pain at first, but slowly as the needles pricked deeper and deeper, the pain became more and more severe.

However, by the time the message arrived, his forehead was already covered in sweat.

Xiao Yanbao was stunned and quickly hugged his neck and asked.

"Daddy, daddy, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Wuchen's face was pale, and veins were pulsing on his forehead.

"It's love Gu."

Xiao Yanbao hurriedly lifted up his sleeves and looked at his arms.

The skin of Ji Wuchen's arm was cold white, and the cyan blood vessels on it were visible to the naked eye, and they were even swollen.

It seemed that in the next second, blood vessels all over his body would burst and die.

"Dad, where is Black Chongchong? Yan Bao will help you dig it out."

Ji Wuchen pointed to his heart.

"here."

Xiao Yanbao raised his hand, his five fingers turned into claws, and the tips of his soft and chubby little fingers grew nails that were sharper than blades.

Ji Wuchen was almost suffocated by the pain, and his pupils shrank when he saw the changes in Xiao Yanbao's fingers.

"Yanbao, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Yanbao turned his head, and his pupils turned into a mysterious and terrifying dark gold color at some point.

"Dad, Yan Bao is fine. Yan Bao will help you dig out the black bug."

Ji Wuchen subconsciously grabbed her wrist.

Xiao Yanbao rushed to dig at his heart, but was stopped.

Xiao Yanbao was extremely anxious.

"Dad, black bugs can escape inside the body. If they don't get pulled out by Yan Bao, they will run away. In the tube... it will be difficult to catch them, so we have to let the threads come."

Ji Wuchen: "..."

Ji Wuchen's mind went blank for a moment.

I simply couldn't believe that the white, tender and soft daughter in front of me suddenly seemed to have a sudden change in blood.

What's going on with those five fingers that are even sharper than Feizheng?

Also... he and Awan both have black pupils.

Why did my daughter's pupils... now turn into dark gold.

Moreover, the temperature of the entire Daxiong Hall dropped sharply, and the Tiangang Zhengqi in the hall automatically attacked Xiaoyan Bao.

His eyelids twitched, and he took action quickly regardless of the severe pain in his heart.

A few talismans were sacrificed, and Tiangang's righteousness suddenly solidified.

"Yan Bao, get out of here quickly."

Xiao Yanbao shook his head.

"No! Dad, Yan Bao wants to wait until the wick of Hunhun... the lamp burns out. Yan Bao wants to know where A Niang... is."

In fact, the little guy has long accepted the fact that his mother-in-law will no longer be there.

But even if my mother-in-law is gone.

Where is grandma’s body?

Why aren't you lying in the coffin?

Daddy said, Chong Chong can’t eat it so fast.

Moreover, dad also said that Aniang is the high priest of Tianshu City, and her body is different from others, and she has not decayed for at least ten years.

She had to wait.

Ji Wuchen was afraid that something would happen to her daughter.

He suppressed the blood that was about to spurt out and swallowed hard.

The blood vessels in his chest began to turn blue, spreading all the way to his neck.

The blue veins on his forehead also went down a little bit, and the blue-black color moved closer to his neck inch by inch.

Xiao Yanbao suddenly noticed the strong aura of death.

She suddenly looked up at Ji Wuchen.

"Daddy!"

The death energy emanates from Dad.

She looked at her father quickly, and her eyes fell on his cheeks and neck.

"found it!"

Ji Wuchen quickly moved back when Xiao Yanbao reached out to grab his forehead.

The flame-colored mark between the eyebrows could no longer be concealed and suddenly appeared in the middle of the eyebrows.

Xiao Yanbao stamped his feet anxiously, trying to break free from Ji Wuchen's hand.

"Daddy, that Tutu... will kill you, daddy."

Ji Wuchen didn't know.

He knows everything.

But my daughter is anything but ordinary.

Maybe even something to do with demons.

This is again in Buddhism, or in the solemn Mahavira Hall.

If the daughter does not leave, once the formation in the Main Hall is fully activated, the daughter will be in a state of despair and die without a burial place.

"Yan Bao, leave dad alone and run! Daddy will be fine!"

Xiao Yanbao stamped his feet anxiously: "..."

Xiao Yanbao took a deep breath, released the thread, and pounced directly on the flame mark between Ji Wuchen's eyebrows.

The moment he touched the mark, Ji Wuchen groaned without suppressing the pain.

Xiao Yanbao subconsciously asked the threads to stop.

Ji Wuchen put a magic talisman on her body at this time.

He pulled Xiao Yanbao hard and threw him outside the main hall.

"go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.