The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

Chapter 77: Conan Constitution

The ancients often used blue silk instead of sadness and nostalgia. Qi Yan wanted Aunt Zhang's hair, just to borrow her hair to extend the mother and son's worry and nostalgia for the child.

Sometimes spiritual power is just a conductor, and feelings are the greatest miracle.

Soon there was more and more smoke in the room, which was no longer as much as the amount of three sticks of incense, but the smoke was still increasing, and gradually the whole room was enveloped in smoke.

"Sister Zhang, close your eyes and call your child's name."

"Sun Long, Sun Long..."

Sister Zhang's call was filled with expectation and piety, as if he would come back as long as he called her son's name.

This method is actually very common in the old folks. Some children suddenly cry at night, and the old people say they are shocked. Then the elders in the family take the clothes that the children usually wear and call them in the places where they often play. The name calls back their frightened souls. This is commonly known as "calling souls."

His method is similar to calling soul, but it is more complicated, and it takes more effort to perform the operation.

"Sun Long..." Qi Yan gathered aura in his eyes and looked towards the incense burner, but all he saw was darkness, "Sun Long."

Sun Long's soul did not react. All he could see was a dead silence. Qi Yan's heart sank. He turned to look behind Zhang Jie, who was still calling her son. He didn't know how to tell her the truth.

Sun Long's soul did not respond, indicating that he was...dead.

The incense quickly burned out and the smoke dissipated a little bit. Aunt Zhang looked at Qi Yan anxiously: "Mr. Qi, did my child find it?"

Qi Yan met her eyes and lowered her head after a while and said, "Sorry..."

Aunt Zhang shook her body, and for a long time she waved her hand feebly: "Don't blame you..." Although she didn't know what Mr. Qi did, the visions in the house just now were not deceitful, even if there is no result now, she I am also grateful to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan put the things away and walked out of Aunt Zhang's room with Cen Baihe.

Cen Baihe followed Qi Yan, and saw that Qi Yan didn't say a word and was depressed, "Isn't Jie Zhang's child not very good?"

"Well," Qi Yan's voice was a little low, "It's already fierce, he has no aura reaction." As long as a person is alive, he has his own aura, and if there is no aura, it means he is no longer in this world.

Cen Baihe paused, thinking of the deep miss when Zhang Jie called her son, and some understood why the money was so depressed. He took a few steps forward, walked to Qi Yan's side, and slowly stretched out his arm around his shoulder, "It's not your fault, don't affect your mood because of this incident,"

Qi Yan grinned reluctantly, and said, "I just feel sorry for Sister Zhang." The son she missed so much, now she doesn't know where the death was. When the truth is revealed, how should Sister Zhang accept it?

A mother's love for her child moved and felt heavy...

He didn't know what maternal love was since he was a child, but he understood the mother's intentions for children.

"Don't think too much, go take a shower, and get a good night's sleep." Cen Baihe rubbed his hair, "I arrange for someone to find it. There are many things in this world that can be solved with money."

"Do you know that you can't touch a man's head?" Qi Yan glared at him.

"Then I will let you touch it back?" Cen Baihe laughed and buried his head in front of Qi Yan.