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117. The child who died on that day【8】

However, Teacher Wei, who was lying upright on the wooden bed, seemed unable to feel their presence or hear their words. His eyes never moved or even blinked.

Looking at his black nail shells, Jiang Xinyou couldn't help but take a breath, but she felt like she had seen Teacher Wei in such a state before... It was strange that she had never met anyone haunted by ghosts before, so why did she feel that they were full of ghosts?

Madara’s teacher Wei looks very familiar?

Standing quietly in the corner, watching Xia Qianshuang open the witchcraft records she carried with her, a clear voice overflowed from her mouth, like a warm spring floating by.

It was a blessing spell. It was used in ancient times for royal families to pray for blessings. It was extremely powerful. However, in an instant, the three red candle flames surrounding Xia Qianshuang began to beat rapidly, and instantly gathered into a red mist that filled the room.

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This scene couldn't help but remind Jiang Xinyou of the red clothes that appeared all over Xia Qianshuang when she danced the prayer dance. The red mist soon enveloped Teacher Wei, gathering and dispersing, while Xia Qianshuang's smooth and white hair

Hot sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, as if he was fighting against some powerful force.

Seeing this, Senior Leng Yan slowly raised his right hand. With a wave of his hand, a ball of black energy surged out of his palm, intertwined with the red mist summoned by Xia Qianshuang, and was firmly locked together.

With a breath, the air ball fell down, penetrated Teacher Wei's body, and quickly spread to the surroundings. In just a moment, all the mist disappeared. When the thick smoke dispersed, Jiang Xinyou was surprised to see that all the black spots that covered Teacher Wei's body were gone.

!

So awesome!

As Jiang Xinyou sighed, Xia Qianshuang slowly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up slowly, and said to Senior Leng Yan, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Jiang Xinyou could see that if it hadn't been for Senior Leng Yan's intervention just now, Xia Qianshuang might not have been able to successfully exorcise the demon.

After doing all this, the three people walked out of the hut and said to Grandpa Nan and Ms. Fang Qingyu: "The exorcism ceremony has been completed. Teacher Wei is fine now, but the red candles in the house must be burned out. If they are extinguished by the wind during the process

, Teacher Wei will still be in danger, please bother the two of you to work hard one more night, and after one night, you will be fine."

Fang Qingyu thanked her profusely and sent the three of them out of the house. She originally wanted to keep them for one night, but Leng Yan said that she had something to do and had to rush to another place tomorrow, so it was inconvenient to stay for a long time.

Before leaving, Fang Qingyu took Jiang Xinyou's hand and apologized: "I'm sorry for beating you in the temple today. I hope you won't be angry with auntie. Auntie didn't know that you were exorcists from another world at the time...

…”

"Wait, what kind of exorcist from another world?"

Jiang Xinyou asked suspiciously, which made Fang Qingyu flash a flash of panic in his eyes: "Grandpa Nan just said that you are from another world and do not belong to this world, so..."

It turns out that these were the words that Senior Leng Yan interrupted just now. But Jiang Xinyou couldn't understand how they could become people from another world. They were obviously living well here!

Jiang Xinyou left the old house in confusion and walked behind Leng Yan and Xia Qianshuang. Qian Shuang asked in confusion: "Where are we going now?"

"The peak opposite University C is where you saw the ghosts in white clothes."
Chapter completed!
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