Death Spell

Chapter 32

Sure enough, as Tang and Song thought, Anya went to the tunnel because she was sick and didn't recover well, and she frowned just thinking about it.

"What kind of sickness is this?"

She is also a doctor, I hope I can help her.

Uncle Wang turned on the light, and the environment in the room was reflected in Tang Song's eyes. Unexpectedly, this unoccupied room was so clean.

"It's the root cause of the disease that Miss was born with, and there is no cure. Miss said, this is the fairness of heaven. If you are given a talent, you have to exchange something." Uncle Wang replied, "There are clean pajamas in the cupboard. "

Tang Song looked at Uncle Wang and asked curiously, "She calculated this again?"

When Uncle Wang heard this, he nodded and smiled, "Miss said that there will be distinguished guests staying today, so I made preparations early in the morning. Don't bother me. I'm going to make some supper for Miss Tang."

"Don't bother, I'm not hungry." Tang Song is really not used to being served by an old man like this, and she has been used to being independent for so many years.

"Soon, even if Ms. Tang doesn't eat, Ms. Tang will probably be hungry." Said Uncle Wang, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Tang Song looked at Uncle Wang who was leaving, and smiled helplessly, feeling that Uncle Wang was a very humorous old man.Looking down at his embarrassment, he pushed open the bathroom door and went to the bathtub to turn off the water.

Standing in front of the mirror, he took off the hair tie and fiddled with it with his hands, and the long black hair flowed down his shoulders.

Staring at himself in the mirror, thinking about Uncle Wang's words, he sighed softly.

……

"Old ancestor... what's wrong with your body?" Wang Tu put his hand on Anya's pulse, and asked with a puzzled expression.

"You call me Patriarch again!" Anya suppressed her expression before asking, "What's wrong with my body?"

"I was worried before and kept looking for related ancient books. At present, there is only one way to cure it, but it is too difficult. But your current physical condition is obviously much better than half a month ago, or even a few years ago. This is What's going on? Did something happen?" Wang Tu asked in surprise.

"How did you find out?" Anya asked with a calm expression.

"The blood of the host."

Anya's eyes drooped slightly when she heard these four words, then the corners of her mouth curled up, and she said calmly, "Really?"

Wang Tu couldn't understand the expression, but still nodded in response.

"It's getting late, you go back." Saying that, Anya straightened up, turned and left.

"Eh...?" Wang Tu just wanted to stop Anya, but stopped when he reached the point of his mouth, because it was impossible for these things to happen.

The host of the soul and soul in Anya, if she could be reincarnated, she would not suffer this crime at all.In Wang Tu's eyes, Anya's torment and pain came from the abandonment of her soul.How can a zombie who cannot enter the six realms of reincarnation bear the soul of a human being?

If it weren't for Anya's special physique, an ordinary zombie would have been devoured by this soul and died.

But... Wang Tu is not worried about this.

If this host is really unfortunate enough to be reincarnated, that would be a terrible thing!

With a sigh, Wang Tu felt that he was just worrying.With Anya's ability, how could she not know the outcome of this matter?But when he thought of this, Wang Tu suddenly didn't understand, why did he call him here in the middle of the night?

Shrugged, turned and left.

But he saw Heisha in the courtyard, sitting quietly on the stone pier, basking in the moonlight leisurely, licking his paws.

Wang Tu walked over with a smile, and said flatteringly, "Brother Sha, long time no see."

Heisha didn't seem to like Wang Tu's playful smile very much, so he stretched himself and jumped onto another stone pier.

I have never seen a cat with such a temper before, Wang Tu walked to the other side again, and said with a smile: "Ask a question, who is that beautiful big sister just now? Is it a friend of the ancestor?"

Seeing that Heisha didn't respond, Wang Tu knew that these days, he would give some gifts when he asked for help, let alone such a proud cat?

Thinking about immediately taking out a milk biscuit from his bag and handing it over, Heisha turned his dark eyes to look at the biscuit in Wang Tu's hand.

This calm appearance makes it impossible to tell whether he likes it or not.

Then he opened his mouth, turned around and disappeared.

"Hey... my biscuits!" Wang Tu suddenly had a feeling that he could not lose money by stealing chickens.

He didn't ask the question, but gave the biscuit away for nothing.

Sighing, looking at Uncle Wang who came out of the inner courtyard, he called out in dissatisfaction, "Uncle Wang, Heisha stole my biscuits."

When Uncle Wang saw this, he was a little surprised: "Miss has gone back, why haven't you gone back yet? Do you want me to see you off?"

"No, no, I can go by myself." Wang Tu scratched his head and asked again, "Hey, Uncle Wang. Who is that beautiful woman with long hair just now?"

Seeing the kid's thoughts, Uncle Wang glanced at him, smiled and said, "It's Miss's honored guest."

"Guests? I didn't expect my ancestors to have distinguished guests." Wang Tu curled his lips.

"Miss is rarely like this. For your own safety, it's better not to get close." Uncle Wang said while sending Wang Tu out.

"I don't dare to think too much about it, but Uncle Wang, Brother Sha is getting more and more mischievous. He took my biscuit and ignored me." Wang Tu said half of his body and stepped out of Yayuan.

"I don't care about you, Heisha is a female cat."

Seeing Wang Tu's surprised expression, Uncle Wang closed the door.

After Tang Song took a shower and dried his hair, he realized that there was no pain all over his body. He raised his left hand and stared at the wound, a little lost in thought.

knocking.

I thought it was Uncle Wang, but when I opened the door, I saw that Anya had already changed into comfortable pajamas, her hair was still a little steamy, standing at the door with a tray in one hand and a bag of things in the other.

Looking at Tang Song who was wearing white pajamas and his hair was not completely dry, he smiled and said, "I let Uncle Wang rest, are you hungry?"

"I'm fine, have you checked? How is your body?" Tang Song was more worried about Anya's health, and opened the door to let Anya in.

"It's all right, I brought you a set of clothes." Anya went in, put the things on the table, put the bag on the chair, turned around and said, "This thing should be eaten while it's hot. You brought the clothes to me last time." Mine, so it can be exchanged."

"Thank you." Tang Song responded, looking at the bowl of soup and water, a little curious: "What is this?"

"It's noodles. It's not suitable to eat something that can't be digested at night." While talking, he arranged the bowls and chopsticks, and said softly: "Taste the taste and see if you like it."

Tang Song sat aside quietly, picked up the chopsticks and looked at the noodles in the bowl, with an indescribable curiosity in his eyes.This noodle smells very good, but the shape of the noodle is a bit strange, not a thin strip but a square wide noodle.But is it a fan that is worn in the middle after folding three layers?

The skin is very thin, as transparent.

"What kind of noodles is this?" Tang Song asked curiously.

"Eat and eat first." Anya took a bite with her chopsticks.

Tang Song also took a bite and put it in his mouth, only to find that there were only two pieces on each vermicelli. The thin dough melted in the mouth, and the appearance of savoring it fell into Anya's eyes one by one.

"How?" Anya asked with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Tang Song nodded: "Well, it's delicious. You made this? What's the name of this noodle?"

Anya lowered her eyebrows and stared at the noodles in the bowl, and said lightly, "It's good if you like it. It's actually a kind of snack in my hometown, and I can't name it."

It's rare to see that she didn't play tricks on this aspect, she nodded and quietly savored this intriguing bowl of noodles.

After the two of them finished eating, Anya put down her chopsticks and looked at Tang Song, and asked with concern, "Do you feel any discomfort in your body?"

Tang Song shook his head: "Except for the wound on the arm, the rest are bruises from bumps, nothing."

"Show me." As she spoke, Anya moved a chair and came to Tang Song's side.

With a touch of fragrance, Tang Song pursed his lips and smelled the unique and elegant fragrance of her body, and handed her his arm.Tang Song decided to ask those questions that were always curious in his mind.

"Since you think Yan Su will be fine, why do you still go there?"

Anya looked at the wound on her arm, and when she heard this question, she raised her head, her eyes shone softly, and said bluntly, "Because I can't figure out whether you will be fine or not."

Tang Song was slightly taken aback. Although she was curious as to why she could count so much, she couldn't count whether she would be fine.But because of this sentence, there is a slight warmth in my heart.

But because of this, Tang Song's good-looking eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked suspiciously: "You eavesdropped on my speech? And I have bruises all over my body, why... nothing happened?"

Anya took out the ointment, applied it on the wound, and pursed the corners of her mouth: "Eavesdropping? Why should I do this? I am born to use the five senses to the limit of human beings... With practice, you can choose what you want to listen to. As for physical injuries That's why I told you I'm fine."

You can feel the coldness of the ointment penetrating into your skin, but Tang Song was surprised by Anya's words. She blinked and couldn't imagine that such a terrible person really existed in the world.

But there is still a little puzzlement: "This is not scientific!"

"Science?" Anya raised her eyebrows and glanced at Tang Song, and said calmly, "If everything can be analyzed according to science, then there won't be so many troubles."

Tang Song felt that what he said was wrong at first, but after careful consideration, he felt that it made sense.It's like she can see those things, which are indeed unexplainable by medicine and science.

Just thinking about it, Tang Song asked: "Then you were born able to see those?" Perhaps many people would envy Anya for having such a talent.But Tang and Song didn't envy Anya at all. Instead, they felt sorry for Anya. How painful was such a childhood?

"No." Anya shook her head.Putting the ointment aside, he took out a new bandage and tidied up the wound while replying in a low voice: "I can see through people's hearts and understand their current thoughts through people's eyes. As for... I can see those because some things happened in the middle ……misfortune."

"What happened?" Tang Song asked curiously, fascinated.

Anya looked at the tied wound, raised her eyebrows to see the serious Tang Song, and twitched her mouth: "Do you believe it?"

Tang Song: "..."

"It's getting late, let's go to bed early." Anya straightened up, took away the bowls and chopsticks, and said lightly before going out, "Good night. Get a good night's sleep, and we'll talk about the rest when the sun comes out."

Intuition told Tang Song that what she said just now was true, but she didn't want to say anything about the accident. Looking at the figure standing at the door, she smiled slightly: "Good night, thank you for your face, and your medicine, tied Very professional." He raised his arms and shook them.

Anya looked at her, a little lost in thought, she lowered her brows, shook her head and turned to leave.

The moment the door was closed, Anya's figure stood upright on the spot, her lips tightly pursed, and there was a "tick-tick" sound from the noodle soup.