"I discovered it accidentally, but it feels like a fragment of an essay novel.
It's too mysterious."
Dr.
Zhao thinks alchemy is mysterious, but Xiaoxiao doesn't think so.
As long as she reaches the legendary golden elixir realm, she can still refine some low-level elixirs, but the effect is far from the same as the talisman, and she doesn't have any elixir recipes in her mind, only alchemy.
"Can you show me the method?"
"Okay, I'll bring it to you next time."
"But just take a look at that thing, don't go astray into studying what's there and what's not there."
"Yeah, I'm just curious."
"Girl, your master shouldn't be an unknown person.
Does he have another name?"
"Haha, my master is very low-key and it's normal for you not to know.
I went out for a walk.
The room is too stuffy."
To be honest, Xiaoxiao really doesn't want to learn Chinese medicine.
She needs to memorize too much, unlike other knowledge that is imprinted in her mind.
As luck would have it, as soon as Xiaoxiao opened the door, he saw a person at the door who was about to ring the doorbell, "That one."
"Who are you" "Who are you looking for?"
The nanny was hospitalized and Wen Shiwen also went out, so Song Lingyu planned to go to the kitchen to cook.
Halfway through, he heard Xiaoxiao talking and asked, "Xiaoxiao, who's here?"
"I don't know him."
As soon as Xiaoxiao finished speaking, the man came in directly, "Second sister, you, you, you, you are not dead."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoxiao knew that this should be Wen Shiwen's son.
"I'm living a good life."
"But mom said you were dead."
Song Lingyu smiled bitterly, "Maybe Auntie thinks I'm dead."
This time Xiaoxiao understood that the only people in the family who knew that her mother was alive were her grandfather and Song Zhi.
It was not certain whether her aunt knew what happened back then.
Song Guangrui's eyes were red.
When he was a child, his grandmother did not love him and his uncle did not love him.
Only Song Lingyu was good to him, so the relationship between the siblings was very good.
"It's good to be alive.
I won't come back to see him for so many years."
"There are some things you don't understand.
I heard you are already in college."
"Yes, he's already a junior in college."
The two sisters chatted for a long time.
Xiaoxiao consciously ran to the kitchen to cook, cooked some medicinal porridge and prepared a few dishes.
The dinner table was still awkward.
The two nurses were minding their own meals, and then Xiaoxiao's family of three and Song Guangrui.
Fortunately, Song Guangrui's personality is relatively cheerful.
"How old is Xiao Xiao?
He cooks well."
Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, "Look how old I am."
"She shouldn't be too old.
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My second sister has been away from home for just over ten years, and you are thirteen or four."
"Thirteen."
"What time is it?"
"I will be a freshman in high school next semester."
"It's quite early to go to school."
The two of them chatted and the atmosphere relaxed a lot.
The female nurse took a few mouthfuls of food and went to take care of Song Zhi.
She couldn't be away from him for a long time.
After dinner, Song Lingyu cleared away the dishes, leaving little Song Guangrui and Zhang Hai in the living room.
Zhang Hai felt bored and went to help his wife wash the dishes.
So only Xiaoxiao and Song Guangrui were left in the living room.
Xiaoxiao asked her curious question seemingly casually, "Uncle, why don't you live at home?"
"I live on campus, it's more convenient."
"Did you ever see anything unclean at home when you were a child?"
Xiaoxiao's question was so sudden that Song Guangrui was stunned, "What unclean thing?"
The novel is very casual, like a ghost story fan "It's just a ghost, you don't even know it" "Where is that?
I've watched too many Hong Kong movies."
It looked like chatting but Xiaoxiao could see the unnatural expression on Song Guangrui's face.
Why did Xiaoxiao ask Song Guangrui?
It was because he was the youngest child in the family and was born late.
Children with pure minds sometimes see things that ordinary people can't see.
"I heard from my mother that my uncle often had nightmares when he was a child."
Of course, this was not what her mother said, but her own guess.
"Why does your mother say so much?
It all happened when I was a child."
Just chatting like this, Xiao Xiao didn't come up with any useful information.
Song Guangrui always changed the topic or answered the question incorrectly, obviously deliberately avoiding something.
"Ding dong."
The doorbell rang again, and this time it was Song Lingyu who opened the door.
It was really lively today.
The three sisters and brothers of the Song family gathered together for the first time after more than ten years.
Song Bailing looked a little indifferent, especially she was very repulsive to Song Guangrui, but she always hesitated to talk about her biological sister.
Xiao Xiao made an excuse to go upstairs to take care of his grandpa and wanted to give them more space.
Zhang Hai also followed him upstairs.
"Grandpa, let me rub it for you."
From time to time, Xiaoxiao would help Song Zhi clear and unblock the meridians, which would be beneficial to recovery.
After the massage, Song Zhi half leaned on the bed, took a few breaths and said, "Who's coming?"
Song Guangrui had gone upstairs before, so he just said, "Auntie is back."
"It's not easy for these children.
It's because I didn't do a good enough job."
Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "Everyone has his own destiny, and there will always be a time when all the hardships come to an end."
"I hope God will do as I wish."
After a while, Song Zhi fell asleep again.
It was good to be asleep, as it could save some energy.
Xiaoxiao walked out of the door and walked towards the innermost room.
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During the day, the strength of ghosts with strong yang energy would be greatly reduced.
The door was locked, and of course Xiaoxiao didn't have the key, so she could only think of other ways.
Of course, she didn't have any lock-picking skills and could only use force.
After activating a chapter of insulation notes, Xiaoxiao took out a small axe.
When the ax was hit, nothing worked.
Xiaoxiao slowly opened the door, and a musty smell from the house that had not been ventilated all year round hit his face.
The whole house is mainly decorated in black and white, especially the large dark curtains, which almost completely block the sunlight.
After entering the room, Xiaoxiao immediately opened his eyes.
However, she didn't find the little ghost, so she quickly stepped forward and opened the curtains, letting the long-lost sunlight shine into the room.
Looking around, her eyes fell on the obviously empty altar.
She didn't expect that Wen Shiwen actually ran away with the kid.
Now that the ghost is gone, Xiaoxiao has been messing around in the house a few times, and the yin and resentment has almost dissipated.
After all, the feng shui here is still good.
This place would be considered a safe place after the ghost left.
Xiaoxiao asked her parents, Xiaohu, to move in.
After all, she had to help Song Zhi massage several times a day.
It was not good for the whole family to live in the Lin family all the time.
When the kid left, Wen Shiwen also disappeared.
Sadly, no one noticed that Wen Shiwen hadn't been home for four or five days.
Song Zhi didn't have the energy to take care of her.
Song Guangrui didn't have much contact with his mother after he went back to school, and the others didn't even have the time to take care of her. .
Song Lingyu took it for granted that Wen Shiwen didn't want to see them, so he hid.
It wasn't until one day that the nanny's family came to discuss the cost of medicine.
When everyone contacted them, they discovered that Wen Shiwen had not been at work for four or five days.
Song Lingyu thought for a while and called the police, notified the Wen family, and then notified Song Guangrui.
No matter how bad the relationship was, she was still her biological mother.
After all, blood is thicker than water.
Wen Shiwen is the deputy chief, and his family background is quite powerful.
The police department feels like Alexander
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