sjar Chapter 602 The Little One Raised by the Ghost King 11
Chapter 602 The Little One Raised by the Ghost King 11
Taoist Shouyi pondered for a moment, his eyes swept over the distraught boy Song Jinnian, and he slowly said: "Madam, your son's lost soul, I do have a way to find it back, but..."
He paused, and Wang's heart immediately rose. She said anxiously, "Master, just say whatever you want! As long as it can save Jinnian, I'm willing to pay any price! Even if it costs me my life!"
Shouyi stroked his long, snow-white beard, his expression solemn. "It doesn't have to cost one's life, but this method of summoning souls requires the essence and blood of a loved one, so that one can sense the wandering soul and call it back."
He looked at Wang, his tone emphasizing, "Essence and blood are not ordinary blood; they are the foundation of a person's vital energy. If lost, at best, your vital energy will be severely damaged, and you will be bedridden for months; at worst... your foundation will be damaged, and your life span will be shortened. Madam, you must think carefully."
When Wang heard this, instead of showing any fear, she revealed a hint of resolute joy.
She nodded without hesitation. "I've thought it through! I'll use my blood and essence! As long as I can save Jinnian, I'm willing to sacrifice my lifespan, even if it means dying instantly! Please tell me, Taoist Priest, when can we begin?"
Seeing that she was determined, Shouyi stopped trying to dissuade her. He nodded and said, "The soul-calling ceremony will take some time to prepare. It will take at least three days. If you and your son don't mind, you can stay in the temple's side rooms for a few days. I can keep an eye on you at all times."
"I don't mind, I don't mind! Thank you, Taoist priest, for taking me in!" Wang thanked him repeatedly, and pulled her son Song Jinnian to kneel down, but was gently lifted up by Shouyi's whisk.
In this way, Wang's mother and son were placed in the room next to Miaomiao.
Miaomiao leaned against the door frame, poked her little head out, and watched people coming and going next door. The maids carried the items they needed for travel into the house one by one.
After all, he came from a wealthy family, so even if he was just staying in the Taoist temple for a few days, he would still be very particular.
Song Jinnian still had that dazed look on his face, standing not far away holding a cloth tiger, his eyes blank.
Miaomiao stared at the old cloth tiger in Song Jinnian's arms.
The cub wants it.
He Xuan floated aside, taking in the little boy's appearance, and snorted coldly: "You useless little thing, what's so special about a broken rag doll?"
Having said that, looking at Miaomiao's eager eyes, the Ghost King still raised his hand expressionlessly.
The cold ghost energy gathered and condensed in his palm, quickly outlining the shape of a tiger.
Its entire body was as black as ink, with only its eyes burning with faint blue flames. Its fangs were sharp, its tail was like a whip, and a faint cold mist lingered around it. It looked both majestic and mysterious, and was many times more imposing than Song Jinnian's ordinary cloth tiger.
Considering that Miaomiao is still young, He Xuan changed the appearance of the Nether Tiger to be more cute. The originally domineering and majestic Nether Tiger instantly became soft and cute.
"Take it." He Xuan stuffed the Nether Tiger doll into Miaomiao's arms and said in a stern tone, "Play with this."
Miaomiao's eyes lit up, and she immediately stretched out her two chubby little hands, happily taking the cloth tiger that was almost as big as her. She happily hugged it in her arms, burying her little face in the soft fabric, rubbing it with satisfaction, and cheering in a baby voice: "Meow! Tiger! Miaomiao's!"
"Daddy, stick."
The little boy raised his head and did not forget to praise He Xuan.
He Xuan's mouth curled up slightly, "It's just a puppet, what's so great about it."
Shouyi watched from the side, shook his head and laughed, and said to He Xuan: "You say one thing and mean another."
He Xuan turned his head away with a cold face, but the ghostly aura around him floated with joy.
The Nether Tiger moved its tail in Miaomiao's arms, blinked its dark blue eyes, and rubbed its little master's cheek gently.
It actually moves!
The little guy liked it even more. He was tickled by the Nether Tiger and started giggling, hugging it tighter.
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The early morning sunlight shines through the branches and leaves of the ancient locust tree, casting tiny spots of light.
Miaomiao, holding her majestic Nether Tiger doll, ran to the tree and climbed up using her hands and feet onto the swing that Zhuniang had made for her using vines and wooden boards.
"Auntie! Gao Gao!" Miaomiao sat firmly and gave orders in a baby voice, her short legs swinging excitedly.
"Okay, sit tight!" Zhu Niang responded with a smile, and gave a gentle push with her hand.
The swing swung with the sound of the wind.
The dark blue flames in the eyes of the Nether Tiger in Miaomiao's arms seemed to be brighter. The little guy's bangs were blown back by the wind, revealing a smooth and full little forehead. A few strands of hair stood up stubbornly, shaking with the ups and downs of the swing. It was messy, but so cute that it made people soften their hearts.
Mei Niang was sitting on a stone bench not far away, twisting a fine needle with her fingertips, carefully embroidering an exquisite twined floral pattern on a little red dress.
She occasionally looked up at Miaomiao and her sister who were having fun, with a gentle smile on her pale face.
The sunlight shines through her translucent soul, casting a faint halo.
She had never imagined that after death, she could still live such a peaceful and comfortable life as a ghost. It was as if all the desires that had not been fulfilled in her life were comforted at this moment.
This feeling is so beautiful that it seems unreal.
The window of the wing room was slightly open, and Song Jinnian lay quietly by the window, his empty eyes staring at the laughing scene under the tree without blinking.
He was still holding the cloth tiger tightly in his arms, with no expression on his little face, but his eyes were fixed on the little ball that was swinging high and smiling with its teeth showing. There was a very faint but unignorable desire hidden in his eyes.
Wang made the bed, walked to the window, followed her son's gaze, and felt a little sad.
She squatted down and said softly to Song Jinnian, "Jinnian, do you want to go play with your sister?"
Song Jinnian didn't answer, nor did he even look at his mother, his eyes still fixed on Miaomiao.
Wang sighed and gently took his hand: "Let's go, Mom will take you there. I'm alone, so you two can play together."
Song Jinnian pursed his lips and looked up at Wang: "Sister is not alone."
Wang didn't hear clearly: "What?"
He repeated it again, this time making it clearer: "Two aunts are accompanying my sister."
Wang's face turned pale, and she looked in Miaomiao's direction again, but still saw nothing. However, this time she observed carefully for a while and did find a clue.
Miaomiao seemed to turn around and talk to someone.
Thinking about the dirty things her son might see on a daily basis, she lost her composure.
Is there really a ghost?
No, no, no, don’t scare yourself. This is a Taoist temple, ghosts dare not haunt here.
But even after comforting herself in this way, Wang still didn't dare to go on.
Unexpectedly, she didn't dare to do it, but her son, who was holding her hand, was very brave. He just waved his hand and ran over holding the cloth tiger.
Help! ! !
Wang's pupils shrank.