26 Chapter 26 (Three in One

◎You guys have been set up!◎

Qianyang returned to the balcony and walked to the wall of Xiaojia's bedroom under everyone's puzzled gaze.

"Master..." Xiaojia's mother shouted in confusion.

Xiaojia's father took a can of beer from the refrigerator and slammed the door.

"Oh! Nephew, why are you so angry? This young master was brought here by your godmother. Don't you trust your godmother? Don't worry, it's very likely that Xiaojia won't take the money." Aunt Wang said with a smile while standing outside the door.

"Godmother, don't bring anyone here in the future." Xiaojia's father's face suddenly became uglier when he saw four or five people standing outside the door.

Qianyang frowned, stood outside Xiaojia's bedroom wall, bent his fingers and knocked on the wall through the sound insulation cotton.

At the request of the audience in the live broadcast room, Yang Maze followed Qianyang's previous order. He first went to the balcony and saw Xiaoqian Mountain in the distance. Then he turned around and focused the camera on the balcony door frame.

"A family of three..." Yang Mao silently recited the four words on the plaque.

[It's quite heartwarming.]

[That's strange, shouldn't the plaque be hung at the entrance?]

[Hmm... Although the setting is cozy, there's an indescribable sense of weirdness.]

【Now that I put it that way, it does seem a bit strange.】

Is the balcony eaves a bit low? I feel like the indoor lighting isn't very good.

"Indeed, the lighting inside the house is average," said Yang Mao.

"Master, is there something wrong with this house?" Xiaojia's mother asked nervously.

Xiaojia's father opened a can of beer and stood in the kitchen aisle looking at Qianyang coldly.

Qian Yang said: "I will first understand all the circumstances."

Qianyang raised his head and stared at the four walls of the living room.

The living room is not small, but it looks like a square box with two aisles running north and south, about two meters wide. The kitchen, bedroom and bathroom are all inside the aisles, making the living room look very closed and blocked.

In addition, the balcony eaves are lower than those of ordinary houses, which blocks some of the light, resulting in poor indoor lighting conditions. The floor is made of soft-light tiles, which further highlights the feeling of desolation.

"When was Xiaojia born?" Qianyang asked.

"The ninth day of the seventh lunar month, around seven in the evening," said Xiaojia's mother.

Qianyang continued walking forward and came to the corridor between the kitchen and bathroom.

Since both corridors are on the side, if the doors of the bedrooms, kitchen and bathroom are all closed, the corridors will be almost completely lit.

"Move aside." Qianyang and Xiaojia's father stood face to face in the kitchen aisle.

The two stood on one side respectively, blocking the light sources in front and behind.

The beer can in Xiaojia's father's hand was steaming cold, and Qianyang felt a little cold.

"I suggest you get more sun exposure. Your emotions will also affect Xiaojia." Qianyang reminded.

Xiaojia's father tightened his grip on the beer can, but finally moved aside.

Yang Mao followed closely behind, holding up his phone, and said, "There's no sun in the house, so why don't you go to the balcony?"

Xiaojia's father pursed his lips, as if holding his breath, and strode towards the balcony.

Qianyang walked into the kitchen and took a look.

"Master, is there any problem?" Yang Mao asked in a low voice.

Qian Yang said solemnly, "It's a big problem."

[What the hell?]

[The anchor didn't seem so serious in the previous few times. ]

Is this such a big problem?

[Is there something wrong with the layout of the house? Although it does look a little strange.]

[Plus, with soundproofing pads everywhere, it feels like living in a paper house.]

[Ahhh, shut up! Vision burned the dead man's house of cards!]

[Is there anyone who studies architecture who can tell me what's wrong with the layout of the house?]

…

[Reporting from a freshman in architecture, I can only say that a typical layout is one with north-south ventilation, ensuring good light in the living room. I'm not sure about the balcony, but generally speaking, eaves wouldn't be that low.]

If this is the uniform pattern of the community, I can only say that the engineers are not as skilled as I am.

After looking at the layout of the house, Qianyang returned to the living room.

"Ma'am, I can basically confirm that Xiaojia has no physical or psychological problems. He is most likely a lost soul."

Xiaojia's mother was stunned. "Lost, lost your soul?"

"Yeah." Qianyang pursed his lips and nodded. "When he had an attack while waking up, it was a sign of unstable soul. He fell asleep quickly after the attack and refused to speak. These are all caused by mental loss and lack of energy. Aside from mental damage caused by external forces, such as a blow to the brain or strong stimulation, all other causes are caused by loss of soul."

Xiaojia's mother straightened up and said anxiously, "Xiaojia wasn't injured, nor was he traumatized. He just suddenly became like this..."

Qian Yang nodded and said, "Although some people in the world are born with incomplete souls, Xiao Jia was just like an ordinary child three years ago. This can only mean that he has lost his soul."

Xiaojia's mother immediately stood up and walked towards her. She grabbed Qianyang's hand and said tearfully, "Master, please help me. Please help me cure Xiaojia. I will give you any amount of money you want!"

Xiaojia's father stood on the balcony, his face filled with anger, "Haven't you guys acted enough?!"

"How much do you want? I'll give it to you. Now, immediately, please leave my house!"

Xiaojia's father suddenly became furious and everyone looked over.

Yang Mao frowned, "Sir, we just want to help you."

"Help me? When have you never said that? And what's the result? A bunch of inexplicable troubles. Is the child okay?"

Xiaojia's father pointed at the people outside the door and said, "Have you seen enough jokes? Are you happy? I have a sick child, a child who screams for no reason, and a child who can't speak... Are you satisfied?!"

"Godmother, are you happy that so many people came to see our joke?"

Aunt Wang's face darkened. "What are you talking about? I'm not here to cure Xiaojia. How can you take my kindness for granted?"

"Cure Xiaojia? Godmother, do you believe what you said?" Xiaojia's father's eyes turned red, and he smashed the beer can at the plaque of "Family of Three". The splashing liquid wet the floor tiles and walls.

Xiaojia's mother slowly slid down to the ground, covering her face and crying silently.

【well. 】

They must have experienced similar things many times. They might have believed it at first. Giving them hope and then disappointing them is no different from killing someone.

[How could Aunt Wang have such good intentions? She's just taking advantage of others' misfortune and making them laugh at her.]

[They probably won't trust the anchor easily.]

[Which parents in the world could endure such a thing? They would have been exhausted both physically and mentally.]

【Wow, it makes me feel uncomfortable watching this.】

After hearing this, the people outside the door gradually dispersed. Aunt Wang cursed, "You don't know what's good for you," and left.

When everyone left, only Qianyang and Xiaojia's crying mother were left in the room.

"What are you waiting for? Aren't you leaving yet?" Xiaojia's father looked at the two of them coldly.

Qianyang bent down and helped Xiaojia's mother to the sofa. He turned back to look at him and said, "Have you ever thought that Xiaojia's refusal to speak is partly due to you?"

Xiaojia's father clenched his fists, obviously having reached the limit of his endurance.

"Even though he lost his soul, he's not completely speechless. He can even sense the emotions of the outside world."

"I don't want to hear your nonsense! Before I take action, I hope you can..."

"Shut up!" Xiaojia's mother suddenly shouted angrily, "What do you want? What if! What if! Let me ask you, what if she can cure Xiaojia? Are you going to give up this opportunity? Are you going to drive her away?"

"But you know those people! They can't cure Xiao Jia, they treat Xiao Jia as a monster..."

"Do they think Xiao Jia is a monster, or do you think Xiao Jia is a monster?"

Xiaojia's father was shocked and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Xiaojia's mother also burst into tears and choked up, saying, "I don't care... I don't care what others think, what they say, or what they see. Even if there is only the slightest chance, I want Xiaojia to get better."

The man squatted on the ground dejectedly, beating his head hard, as if to vent something.

"ah!!!"

"ah!!!!"

"ah!!!"

A child's scream suddenly rang out in the bedroom, and the two rushed into the bedroom reflexively.

"Xiao Jia... Xiao Jia... Mommy is here... Mommy and Daddy are here..."

The woman held the screaming child in her arms, patting his back repeatedly to soothe him until the screams gradually subsided.

Qianyang and the other person stayed in the living room and did not take the initiative to check on Xiaojia's condition.

After a while, Xiaojia's father returned to the living room.

His emotions had calmed down, and his expression was filled with deep fatigue and despair.

"...Master." Xiaojia's father said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry. Please give it a try, just give it a try."

[We were originally a happy family of three, but why did it become...?]

【I don’t know if I can get my soul back.】

[The anchor should be able to do it, right? ]

[Wuwuwu, never mind, I'm going to give gifts to the anchor.]

Regardless of his rejection, rage, or exhaustion at this moment, Qianyang's expression remained unchanged.

"Let me take a look at his condition." Qianyang said.

"please."

Qianyang walked to the bedroom door and found that the windows were closed and the curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in any light.

Xiaojia's father explained: "He doesn't like light, and his seizures are more frequent during the day than at night."

Qianyang hummed, walked to the window, and opened the curtains a little, allowing the light to barely illuminate the entire bedroom.

Xiaojia's mother sat by the bed, hugging a boy about seven years old tightly.

The boy leaned in his mother's arms, his eyes empty and his expression numb.

Xiaojia's mother, with tears in her eyes, whispered, "Master..."

"fine."

Qianyang walked over to the two of them, took Xiaojia's right hand, and clearly felt him shudder.

Qianyang placed her fingers on his pulse and felt it carefully. "You have taken good care of him. He is in good health. He just lacks sunlight."

"Master, how is he...? Can he get better?"

Qianyang answered affirmatively, "Yes."

Hearing this, hope ignited in Xiaojia's mother's eyes. "Master, please help him!"

Qian Yang said, "I will help him."

Qianyang put down his hand and checked his senses, and found that he still had a slight pupil reaction when he got close.

"When was the last time he spoke?" Qian Yang asked.

"A year ago, we invited a wizard to exorcise the evil spirits for him... He hasn't spoken since then," said Xiaojia's mother.

Qian Yang nodded in understanding, "Let him go first."

"good……"

Xiaojia's mother let go of her arms that were hugging him, but Xiaojia still sat on the bed blankly without any reaction.

"Hello, Xiaojia, I'm Qianyang." Qianyang stood in front of him and greeted him solemnly.

"I'm glad to see you. Can you hear me?"

The three people in the room looked at Xiaojia nervously, holding their breath, afraid of disturbing him.

However, after waiting for half a minute, Xiao Jia still did not respond.

The light in Xiaojia's parents' eyes dimmed.

Xiaojia's mother said, "At first, Xiaojia would react a little to what we said, but later, no matter what we said, he didn't react at all. He was also unwilling to leave the room. During the day, he even refused to open the curtains."

Qian Yang asked, "Besides the hospital, have you left this house and taken him anywhere else?"

They were both startled at the same time and looked at each other.

Xiaojia's father said, "...No. Since he became ill, we...we haven't taken him anywhere except to see doctors here and there."

Qianyang let out an almost inaudible sigh.

[Could Xiaojia sense his parents' emotions?]

He might feel his parents don't want him to go out, and that he's too shy to be seen in public...

[Ahhhh… No! Doesn't that mean Xiaojia has always been conscious?]

[To be honest, Xiaojia's condition is really not suitable for going out. ]

[Alas, how pitiful.]

"What did he like to do most in the past?" Qian Yang asked.

"He likes flying kites and would take us along every weekend..."

Qianyang bent down, took his right hand, put his face close to his, and said, "Xiaojia, let's go fly a kite together, okay?"

After saying that, Qianyang quietly waited for his reaction.

After losing his soul, his reaction will be much slower than that of a normal person.

But I will definitely not be unresponsive to anything like I am now.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, Qianyang felt the fingers in his palm move slightly.

Everyone was paying attention to Xiaojia's reaction at all times and immediately noticed this.

Xiaojia's parents suppressed their excitement and dared not make any sound, for fear of disturbing the scene.

"Xiao Jia, do you want to fly a kite?" Qian Yang spoke slowly to make sure he could hear his words clearly.

This time, Xiaojia's reaction was obviously faster.

His fingers were slightly curled up, as if he was making a "gripping" gesture, but his body was too stiff and the movements were very slight.

"Xiao Jia..." Xiao Jia's mother covered her mouth and nose, tears streaming through her fingers.

Xiaojia's father tensed his body, not daring to breathe, and silently held his wife in his arms.

Qianyang didn't say anything and waited quietly.

After a while, the boy, who had been expressionless, twitched his facial muscles slightly.

Qianyang coaxed, "Do you want to go?"

Xiaojia pulled his lips upwards, slightly opened his pale lips, and silently uttered a word.

--think.

It was so soft that no sound could be heard at all, but everyone present knew that after a year, he finally spoke.

"Woo..." Xiaojia's mother covered her mouth and nose tightly to prevent her crying from disturbing Xiaojia. She buried her head deeply in her husband's chest, her shoulders shaking.

【Woo woo woo Xiaojia can talk. 】

[Oh my god... Xiaojia has always been able to speak, but he ran to all the hospitals and tried every possible way to cure his parents, and never spoke to him like this again.]

[Oh my god! He spent so much time alone, silent, not going out, not seeing the sun. What was he thinking about all this time?]

[Stop talking, I'm going to cry.]

Qianyang gently held his hand and said, "Then let's go fly a kite together?"

Xiao Jia remained still for a few seconds, his dull pupils twitching faintly in the dim light.

Then, he slowly lowered his eyes, as if making a silent refusal.

Seeing this, Qianyang waved to Xiaojia's mother, "Xiaojia's mother, come here."

"Wipe your tears." Qianyang reminded.

Xiaojia's mother hurriedly wiped away her tears and came to the bedside.

Qian Yang said, "You talk to him."

Xiaojia's mother gently held his hand, her voice trembling, "Xiaojia... I'm your mother."

Xiao Jia lowered his eyes and showed no reaction on his face. Even after waiting for a long time, he was still like a wooden man and did not respond to his mother's words.

"Xiaojia..." Tears flowed from Xiaojia's mother's red eyes again, and her voice was full of pain.

Qianyang pursed his lips slightly, signaling Xiaojia's father to comfort him.

Xiaojia's father saw with his own eyes his son's response to Qianyang's words. The doubts in his heart were overwhelmed by hope. He immediately pulled his wife to his side and comforted her softly.

Qian Yang said, "After losing his soul, he is actually more sensitive to your emotions than words."

"For the past three years, he must have fully felt your pain, so he completely locked himself away."

Xiaojia's parents' eyes were red. "Master, what should we do..."

Qian Yang said, "With your current state of mind, it won't help his situation at all. Even if I find his lost soul for him, it will still take him a long time to recover."

"If you remain pessimistic, he might never walk out of this door in his life."

When my eldest son was two years old, he was completely dependent on me. He had to follow me wherever I went. He wouldn't let me eat, go to the bathroom, or do anything else. He needed my attention all the time. I was very impatient and often got angry with him, and he would cry a lot too.

Finally, I had no choice but to see a psychologist. He told me that my behavior was actually influencing his, making him feel that I couldn't leave him. His frequent crying was actually because he sensed my negative emotions. Later, I tried my best to control myself, not worrying about his affairs and not losing my temper in front of him, and he gradually stopped clinging to me.

[That's right. Don't think that children are young and ignorant. In fact, they can feel the emotions of adults.]

Xiaojia must have sensed his parents' emotions and became even more withdrawn.

[Parents also become increasingly pessimistic and exhausted as their efforts go futile time and time again.]

Xiaojia's parents finally saw a glimmer of hope and no longer doubted Qianyang's words.

"Then, what should we do?" asked Xiaojia's mother.

Qian Yang said: "At least make him feel that everything is normal, including himself."

"Apprentice, come here and see if he reacts to your words."

"good!"

Yang Mao came to the bed, holding the phone in one hand and waving it in front of him with the other hand, "Little boy, there are many brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts on the phone who want to say hello to you, smile!"

Even though they knew Xiaojia couldn't see the comments, everyone still greeted him in unison.

Hello, little friends!

[Wow! What a cute kid! EE kiss!]

[The weather is great today, the sun is out, let's go fly a kite together! ]

[Hehe, you can inherit my brother's complete Ultraman set.]

Your SpongeBob pajamas are super cute!

[Xiaojia, Xiaojia, what do you want to do when you grow up? ]

[Hey! You'll be taking the college entrance exam in ten years, so hurry up and get your paper rolled up!]

[Damn... Is that a person in front of me? They're putting pressure on the good kid right from the start.]

…

Xiao Jia took more than ten seconds to react, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his eyes. Although he did not smile, it was enough to show that he had reacted to Yang Mao's words.

I'm afraid that since he lost his soul, no one has spoken to him in a normal tone, and no one has patiently waited for his reaction.

Gradually, he stopped reacting.

"Xiao Jia... he really is responding..." Xiao Jia's mother's face showed a hint of joy, "He can get better..."

Qian Yang said: "The most urgent thing is to sort out the emotions of the two of you."

Xiaojia's father nodded solemnly and said, "Master, we understand."

"Yes. Yang Mao, open the window, but don't open the curtains yet." Qian Yang said.

Xiaojia's current situation requires a gradual approach, one step at a time.

Now that we know he can still react, things become much simpler.

After hearing her words, Yang Mao went behind the curtains and opened the windows on both sides.

It was already morning, a good time for the sun to rise.

Qian Yang leaned over, looked into his dull, empty eyes, and said, "The sun is shining brightly today. Let me show you around."

He didn't want to go out to fly the kite because he knew his parents would be sad.

He didn't want to see the sunlight or leave his room because he thought his parents would take him to get medical treatment and treat him like a monster, which would make his parents sad.

It’s not that he can’t, he’s just afraid that his parents will get hurt.

The wind outside the window blew up the curtains, making them flutter in the air.

Xiaojia's eyes seemed to jump, and the light from the curtains flickered, casting mottled shadows on his overly fair face.

His pale lips moved slightly.

"Yang Mao, open the curtains." Qian Yang said.

The curtains covering most of the window were pulled open, and the early morning sunlight penetrated the mist, completely dispelling the darkness in the room.

The clear and warm morning light, wrapped in the mist in the air, fell on Xiaojia.

The sudden exposure to sunlight made him look even more dull.

The halo of direct sunlight enveloped him, bringing a bit of winter coolness.

Xiao Jia lowered his eyes and looked at the golden sunlight shining on the quilt, and his fingers moved unconsciously.

Several people in the room held their breath and concentrated, letting him feel it for himself. It had been so long since the sun shone on his body.

Gradually, he actually took action!

His neck was like a stiff piece of wood as he slowly turned toward the window.

Xiaojia's mother took a deep breath and grabbed her husband's arm tightly to ease the unspeakable excitement in her heart at this moment.

Xiaojia's father also clenched his teeth and his eyes were red.

Finally, when his empty gaze shifted to the window, the sunlight covered his entire face and flowed into his eyes, immediately adding a bit of spirit, as if he had instantly transformed from a piece of wood into a real person.

Ahhhh! He's moving! He's moving!

[Wow, I don't know why I feel like crying. Baby, these past three years must have been very painful.]

Although Aunt Wang's original intentions were not good, it was because of her that Xiao Jia had a chance to return to normal.

Xiao Jia looked at the falling sunlight, and suddenly there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Mao stood by the window and could see the expression on his face most clearly.

At that moment, he held the phone tightly, his palms wet with sweat.

He looked at the little wooden boy facing the sunshine, who seemed to come alive, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Under the sunlight, it turned into an extremely vivid smile.

Oh my god…

[Wuwuwu, I can’t hold it in any longer. I absolutely can’t hold it in any longer.]

[He actually smiled! He obviously loves the sun!]

Get well soon, Xiaojia! Let's go to the grassland and fly kites together!

[I can’t stand it anymore. I really can’t stand it at all.]

[Something's wrong. Why do I cry like a dog every time I watch Qianyang's live broadcast?]

When Xiaojia's mother saw this scene, she could no longer control herself. She had to rush out of the door and sob softly where Xiaojia could not see her.

This was the first time Xiaojia smiled in three years.

It’s like the lively and lovely child from childhood has returned.

Xiaojia's father was also stunned for a moment.

"Mother……"

It was almost inaudible, but Xiaojia seemed to make a sound.

Although the walls were covered with sound insulation cotton, Xiaojia's mother, who was sitting in the aisle across the wall from the room, still heard these two words.

"Mother……"

"Fly...a kite..."

"Fly...a kite..."

The man could no longer bear it. He covered his eyes tightly with his right hand, and tears flowed uncontrollably. His bearded jaw was tense as he tried hard to restrain himself from making any sound.

“Dad…Mom…”

"Fly...a kite."

He slowly lay back on the bed, slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Master, is Xiaojia okay?" Yang Mao asked nervously.

Qian Yang said: "It's okay, he lost his soul, so he should be sleepy."

[Wow, fly a kite! When you get better, mom and dad will definitely fly a kite with you!]

【EE can also fly kites with you. 】

[I will make lots of beautiful kites and give them all to you, okay?]

【Baby, have a good rest, we will wait for you to get better. 】

Qianyang closed the window of the room, half-pulled the curtains, and asked everyone to return to the living room.

After confirming Xiaojia's condition, it's time to start dealing with other things.

"Master, thank you... Thank you so much..." Xiaojia's mother burst into tears and almost knelt down to Qianyang.

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't expect that you could really make Xiaojia speak. Don't worry, as long as you can cure Xiaojia, I can give you whatever you want, even if it means losing everything I have!" said Xiaojia's father.

Qian Yang's expression didn't seem to relax at all. He said, "Although I understand your feelings, I hope you can calm down immediately and listen carefully to what I have to say next."

The two dared not neglect him any longer. They wiped each other's tears, sat up straight, and looked at him nervously and expectantly.

Qian Yang said in a deep voice: "Have you ever offended anyone?"

The two were stunned for a few seconds and looked at each other.

Xiaojia's mother hesitated and asked, "Master, what does this mean? Who have we offended?"

Xiaojia's father said, "Before Xiaojia fell ill, our business was going very smoothly... As businessmen, you must know that we don't offend others easily. Moreover, we have always been kind to others. We will help relatives and friends when they are in trouble. How could we offend anyone?"

Qianyang frowned. "If everything goes well for you, your family is happy, and you have harmonious relationships with relatives and friends, won't others envy you?"

The two were stunned and looked at each other in confusion.

[As the saying goes, no one wants you to live better than him, except your parents.]

[Not necessarily. Some parents are jealous too.]

[…If you live too happily, you'll be envied.]

The closer you are to someone, the more likely you are to be jealous. Most people won't care if an unrelated person is doing well.

[The host is saying... someone is setting up a trap? ]

[What the hell?!]

So scary?!

Xiaojia's parents gradually realized what was happening and their expressions became increasingly ugly.

"Master, are you saying that someone did something to us that caused Xiaojia to become like this?" Xiaojia's father asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah." Qianyang responded.

"...Why?" Xiaojia's mother murmured absentmindedly.

"Why...why do this to us?"

"Even if, even if we accidentally offended someone, why couldn't we just do it to them? Why target Xiao Jia? He was only a four-year-old kid at the time..."

"Who is it... who is it... why..."

Xiaojia's father looked at the floor in silence and asked, "Master, you said before that there was something wrong with our house?"

"That's right." Qianyang looked around the room. "Is the layout of the houses uniform across the community?"

Xiaojia's father shook his head. "No, when we renovated it, we demolished everything except the load-bearing walls and redesigned the layout."

Hearing this, Xiaojia's mother looked up in surprise, "Is there something wrong with the room... the layout?"

"There's a big problem with the layout. The balcony has covered eaves, so the yang energy can't get in; the house is sealed on all sides, so the yin energy can't get out."

"Hiss..." Yang Mao seemed to remember something. "Master, I remember you said this is my favorite place..."

Qian Yang pursed his lips and said, "That's right, here the Yin is strong and the Yang is weak."

The two were dumbfounded and couldn't understand the meaning.

Yang Mao continued, "Am I feeling wrong? There are no ghosts here."

Qian Yang said: "Your feeling is correct, there are indeed no other little ghosts here."

"Why, Master?"

Qianyang looked at the beer stains on the balcony floor that hadn't dried yet and said, "Because it was blocked by the 'family of three'."

The couple realized it belatedly and said in disbelief, "Master, someone deliberately decorated the house like this to keep yang energy out and yin energy out. They also used a plaque with the words 'Family of Three' to keep other evil spirits out."

"Well, where did you get the plaque?" Qianyang asked.

"...a friend gave it to me." Xiaojia's mother murmured.

"The house...the decoration drawings were also given by that friend." Xiaojia's father's face was pale, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible.

"That plaque must be made of locust wood, inscribed in cinnabar: 'Reject Yang, Lock Yin.'" Qianyang's face was grave and serious. "This method is extremely dangerous. You two can still go in and out, and your own Yang energy can still resist. Xiaojia is young, and his Yang energy is already insufficient. If you stay here for a long time, your soul will be corroded by the Yin energy and dispersed here."

"What?!"

Hearing this, the two were shocked.

"The soul is scattered here?!"

Good fellow...

[Yang energy can't come in, and Yin energy can't leave. What's the difference between this place and a coffin?]

[Using Sophora japonica and Cinnabar together? ? ]

How much hatred can one have to use such a vicious method on a child?

[Isn’t it terrible?]

[Sounds like a friend did this on purpose? Oh my god, people's hearts are hidden.]

"No, even if there's a conflict between adults, why can't we just target the adults directly? That's too much."

[Who is it?! I'm going to drown you with my spit!]

[Xiaojia's soul has dissipated? ! ! !]

"Master, please don't scare me. Didn't Xiaojia lose his soul? How, how did he disperse again?!"

Qian Yang pondered and said, "If no other measures had been taken, his soul would have been scattered. However, the people who did these things don't seem to want his life."

The couple's complexion did not improve, and they looked at her with a pale face.

"Master, what's going on? He doesn't want Xiaojia's life, so why would he do such a thing?"

Qianyang pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps, he felt that Xiaojia was too young and didn't want him to die. Or perhaps, he simply didn't want you to escape this dark period. Xiaojia's life would be endless torture for you. If Xiaojia died, although you would be heartbroken, at least you wouldn't be living in the torment of pain and hopelessness like you are now."

The couple froze completely when they heard this.

No doubt about it.

If you don't want Xiaojia to die, wouldn't it be better to let him live like a half-human, half-ghost?

The person behind this clearly just didn't want them to be free.

He wanted them to live in the shadows all day long.

How great is the hatred that makes the people behind it so cruel and crazy?

【Good job. 】

[This is to make their life miserable.]

Killing someone is not enough; torturing someone is the most painful thing.

[The key point is that the law has no way to convict people of this kind of thing.]

[How disgusting... Even if we find the person behind this, there's nothing we can do to him?]

[This is disgusting! If you have the ability, why not help those in need like the anchors and make some money at the same time? Why do you do something that harms others and yourself?]

[It's damnable to treat a child like this! ]

Qianyang walked to the wall outside Xiaojia's bedroom, looked at the wall full of sound insulation cotton, took out a pair of small scissors from the cloth bag, cut a hole, and tore off all the sound insulation cotton on the wall.

"Master?" Yang Mao looked at her doubtfully.

Qianyang bent his fingers and tapped the wall back and forth.

After a moment, she seemed to feel something. She stopped her finger at the center of the wall, put her ear close to the wall, and knocked a few more times.

Then she turned back to the three of them and pointed to the spot where she had struck.

"There's something in here, probably related to his lost soul."

【Author’s words】

Hehehe, success on the 9th day!

Note: All the settings in this article, including Beijing, are not modern society. Please do not substitute them into reality.

There is no reality expressed at all in the metaphysical part.

QAQ wants nutrient solution