Upon hearing this, Song Chaoxuan pondered for a moment, then reached out and scooped up two little demons.

One is a tiger cub, and the other is a wolf cub.

He reached out and pushed the two little ones in front of the ghostly aura.

Without any thought, the ghostly energy transformed into a large hand that gently rubbed the little tiger's head and then casually stroked the little wolf's fur.

A smile flashed in Song Chaoxuan's dark eyes. He left the little wolf behind and picked up a ginseng doll.

It was pushed back to the ghostly aura.

This time, Ghost Qi chose Little Wolf without hesitation.

"Wow, Senior Ghost Cultivator likes furry things just like me." Qin Xi squatted on the ground and chuckled.

"That's strange. Are furs really that appealing? Hard scales are much more useful than soft fur that offers no protection."

Baili Xijiang curled his lip.

Wanqiji glanced at Baili with amusement, then continued to keep an eye on the situation over there.

Seeing the ghost's choice, he remarked that Ah Wan looked familiar.

They were so moved by their mother's story.

Very close.

"He must have been a member of the witch clan during his lifetime."

"The Witch Clan?"

The younger generation present were all puzzled.

I've never heard of this race before.

Even Qin Xi, who was well-informed and knowledgeable as a member of the Tianji Sect, stared wide-eyed with curiosity.

"Witchcraft, tribe—"

The ghostly energy twisted and turned helplessly. After taking Song Tingwan's pills for so many years, its senses gradually returned, and it also regained its emotions.

Song Chaoxuan nodded, and his eyes inadvertently met those of the round-eyed little girl squatting over there. He smiled.

“The Heavenly Mystery Sect has records of this, but the Witch Clan is not like us, who have only been hidden from the world for a thousand years. They have never appeared in the world, and very few people have seen them, so they are rarely mentioned by the people of the world.”

"The Witch Clan has the ability to communicate with all things in heaven and earth. Among them, they especially favor the Tiger Clan, and love to tame tigers as mounts. They will even make clothes, magical artifacts and storage rings for them, as if they were partners."

As he spoke, the ghostly aura surrounding Zero became increasingly solid. "The Witch Clan, the Witch Clan—"

Seeing that something was wrong, Song Tingwan took out a Rejuvenating Pill and threw it into the ghostly energy.

The churning ghostly energy gradually calmed down.

"...When you mentioned the witch clan, I was very saddened."

A hoarse voice came from the ghostly aura, and Song Chaoxuan laughed when he heard this address.

"That's right, that's how your witch clan calls me."

Looking back, the accidental entry into the witch clan feels like a dream.

"You find Awan's face familiar because of her mother; you should have met her before."

“My wife, Ashu, is a member of the Wu tribe.”

"The Wu tribe loves their cubs, but they love the tiger cubs even more."

Song Tingwan was taken aback, and suddenly looked at the little owl in her arms.

The little guy, not understanding what was going on, tilted his head and rubbed against her neck.

The Wu tribe loves tigers.

She has her mother's blood in her veins, so Xiao Ao can enter the barrier she set up.

Therefore, she is also very popular with the little spirits.

"Was your mother a member of the Wu tribe?"

Song Siyao's eyes brightened slightly; she had very few memories of her mother.

"Why has Father never told us this?" Seeing her younger sister's thirst for knowledge, Song Tingwan pursed her lips in confusion.

Song Chaoxuan coughed lightly twice, clenching his fist. "I'll talk about it next time, I'll talk about it next time."

He couldn't very well tell them that his first encounter with their mother was because he was fighting over a fluffy cat, and that he lost the fight and was even taken back by their mother and forced into sexual relations with her.

The old father gazed at the sky with a weary expression.

His relationship with Ah Shu was absurd every day; there was no warmth or affection in their daily lives.

How is he supposed to explain this to the children?

Seeing her father's face suddenly turn slightly red, Song Siyao fell silent in surprise.

"You always brush me off like this."

Song Tingwan pretended not to see it and muttered in dissatisfaction.

My father always says this when my mother is mentioned.

It's such a pity I never got to meet their spirited mother.

A woman who evokes feelings of longing and love in her father must be a wonderful person.

The two sisters exchanged a glance unconsciously, both with regret in their eyes.

Song Chaoxuan secretly glanced at their expressions and was secretly pleased.

Once her two daughters ascend to heaven, A-Shu will surely love them.

pity.

He may not be able to see this scene.

As for the matter of the evil realm, it would take a long time to explain. With the clan festival approaching, we will talk to them another day.

“This senior is from the same clan as my mother, so we should address him as uncle or elder brother.” Song Tingwan pursed her lips. Now that she knew his general identity, she knew she couldn’t address him as she had in the past.

The ghost spoke, rejecting her words.

“You saved me out of kindness, regardless of whether I am of your mother’s clan or not. Our contract is still in effect, and I am still your ghost servant.”

The ghostly figure slowly bowed to her, and Song Chaoxuan silently turned aside, watching with a smile.

The group watched quietly, but Qin Xi, who was squatting in the corner, was startled when he heard the words "ghost servant".

In a daze, I recalled the legendary Sleeping Fairy.

He wore a mask adorned with flowers, and served as a ghost cultivator.

The one who saved her aunt and gave her Gaopindan was her good friend Wan'er.

The lively girl watching the play instantly lowered her eyes, concealing her tears of emotion.

"If we're talking about elders, we'll discuss that once I regain my memories."

The ghostly energy dissipated and re-entered the dark purple mark on her wrist.

Song Tingwan was slightly taken aback, then shook her head helplessly.

"Being refined into a ghost cultivator, he was probably murdered in his previous life."

Song Chaoxuan looked at Awan, who seemed to be deep in thought. This ghost cultivator had also died for Awan in his previous life.

However, the number of talismans that could be carved in the small box was too short, and divine punishment prevented it, so there was no time to tell them many things.

I only hope that everyone can have a peaceful end in this life.

“He has helped me a lot. If I can help him get revenge, I will definitely go with him.”

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