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Chapter 43 Seven Days of Soul Return

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    I don't know where Feng Qingming came from, but I believe that anyone in Yangjian knows what the Book of Life and Death is.

    And he said that I have no blood relationship with grandma!  ?

    "What nonsense are you talking about!" I questioned.

    I really can't accept it.

    Feng Qingming murmured, "There are only two possibilities for people who are not recorded in the book of life and death. They are not born through the six cycles of reincarnation, oryou were born and died on the same day, and you are a womb."

    According to what Feng Qingming said, it was me that my grandma asked me to take the silver centipede, and she herself knew that she would not live long.

    It can be said that grandma has no children under her knees, so of course it is even more impossible to have me as a granddaughter.

    There is no information about me in the book of life and death.

    All this makes me totally unacceptable.

    "If you want to know the truth of all this, you might as well ask someone." Feng Qingming said suddenly.

    "Who?" I asked subconsciously.

    He set his eyes on the blood coffin.

    My mouth was dry and I couldn't help muttering, "Grandma!?"

    "Seven days of soul return, today expires, it is the last day, and it is also your last chance¡ª"

    I suddenly understood Feng Qingming's words.

    He is calling me back.

    I wanted to find out what was going on with all this, and I asked if doing so would disturb her soul, Feng Qingming shook her head.

    I gritted my teeth and agreed.

    Three poles in the sun cannot summon souls, and ordinary souls cannot withstand such a strong yang energy. When it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, according to what Feng Qingming said, I took four red candles and placed them in the four corners of the main room.

    The candle flames shone in the dark night like ghostly ghostly flames trembling in the night.

    This is the real guiding light.

    Immediately afterwards, I took a small copper tripod and placed it in the center of the main room, burned another stick of incense, and then inserted the incense into the small copper tripod very respectfully.

    Muttering a mantra that Feng Qingming taught me.

    After reading it, I forgot what I read.

    I was worried that I didn't read it right, so I asked Feng Qingming beside me: "Did I read it right?"

    Feng Qingming said in a cold voice, "Do you remember what you read just now?"

    I shook my head, I really don't remember.

    I tried my best to recall, Feng Qingming still remembered it clearly when he first taught me, and after reading it just now, he still vaguely remembered it, but he forgot all about it.

    ? What a ghost, why can't I remember a single word or sound.

    I was surprised: "How could this be?"

    Feng Qingming continued, "Just read it again."

    I said I'd forgotten all about it and how could I recite it, but Feng Qingming said that I should recite it.

    It's strange to say that he blurted out a spell while facing the incense burner.

    Before I knew it, the mantra was finished again.

    After the sound of the mantra came to an end, I couldn't believe it and said, "I, did I recite it just now?"

    Feng Qingming's voice was slightly surprised, "You really are psychic."

    "Psychic?"

    At this moment, the candlelight suddenly flickered, and the air was even a little bit colder.

    No wind, no wind at all

    But inside my neck, I kept pouring cold air.

    I shuddered.

    Silently, a pale face appeared beside the mourning hall.

    There are extraordinarily many wrinkles on her face, but almost every one is familiar to me, with scattered hair, which is white and yellow under the candlelight.

    While his face was pale, there was also a hint of blue.

    I looked at her tremblingly, and shouted tremblingly: "Grandma"

    Although the figure of grandma appeared at the door of the main room, the figure was illusory and light, not a real entity.

    I immediately called grandma again, and my voice trembled extraordinarily, making my voice tremble uncontrollably.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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