Chapter 15 Magical Instruments
Huo Qinghuang slowly raised her eyes and looked towards the second floor in astonishment.
Just now, after Huo Yuheng said that, a feeling of bitterness suddenly hit her heart.
She knew that this was not her own emotion, but strangely, not only did she not feel disgusted, but a feeling she had never experienced before spread in her heart.
"Strange, the original owner's consciousness has long disappeared, why do I feel the same way?"
Huo Qinghuang whispered in her heart, puzzled.
Never mind, let's just make the best of it. No matter what the reason is, everything will be solved once her spirit recovers.
She shook her head, her mind moved slightly, and she cut off all the distracting thoughts in her mind.
"You don't want to?"
Seeing her shaking her head, Huo Yuheng couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
Huo Lingchuan also became anxious. He took a step forward and said angrily, "Mom is still in a coma because of you, and you don't want to see her? You really grew up outside and don't care about family affection at all. If it were Jiayue..."
“That’s enough!”
Huo Yuheng's face darkened and he shouted harshly.
"dad!"
Huo Lingchuan stiffened his neck in dissatisfaction.
Huo Yuheng rubbed his eyebrows and really didn't want to pay attention to his son.
He finally realized that the little bastard was holding a grudge against his sister and was always dissatisfied with her.
"Why!"
He sighed, looked bleak, and turned to walk upstairs.
"Then forget it. I'll go tell her that I found my daughter..."
"When did I say I didn't want to see her?"
Huo Qinghuang's faint voice sounded.
"What did you just say?!"
Huo Yuheng suddenly stopped and looked back at her, with disbelief in his eyes.
"Let's go."
Huo Qinghuang stood up and walked straight to the second floor without even looking at Huo Lingchuan in front of him.
"well!"
Huo Yuheng was so excited that he didn't know what to say and hurriedly followed.
Huo Lingchuan was left standing in the restaurant for a long time with a confused look on his face before he suddenly slapped himself in the face.
"I told you to be a bad mouth!"
He was so angry that he cursed himself a few times and ran to the second floor in a hurry.
Aunt Liu stood behind him, gnashing her teeth and looking at his back with sympathy on her face.
…
On the second floor, Huo Qinghuang stopped in front of Mrs. Huo's door, and then pushed it open suddenly.
The room was cozy and decorated in warm colors. The sunlight streamed in through the window, shining on Mrs. Huo's soft face.
She lay there quietly, looking peaceful, and if you ignored the tubes and oxygen mask inserted into her body, it would be as if she was asleep.
Huo Qinghuang only glanced at her, then looked away and looked around the room.
The next moment, her eyes became sharp and she stared suddenly at the only painting on the wall.
In her perception, the entire room, except for the places where the sun shone, was shrouded in a layer of black air.
The source of the black air is that painting.
"Jingwan, I found our daughter. Open your eyes and take a look..."
Huo Yuheng was sitting beside the bed, holding Mrs. Huo's hand, sobbing softly.
Mrs. Huo, as usual, did not respond at all.
"Her soul has left her body. She won't wake up if you call her like this."
Huo Qinghuang retracted his gaze and said calmly.
"Soul leaving the body?"
Huo Yuheng felt like he was hallucinating. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Huo Qinghuang in confusion.
Huo Lingchuan, who had just rushed into the room, also paused, his face full of confusion.
What did he just hear?
This girl said that her mother’s soul left her body?
Isn't this bullshit?
Do people really have souls?
But……
When he thought about Huo Qinghuang's peculiarity again, he became uneasy again.
This girl can practice cultivation. It seems that it is not surprising that people have souls, right?
Huo Lingchuan looked at Huo Qinghuang with a struggling expression, not knowing how to ask.
Huo Yuheng also reacted at this time, and hurriedly stood up and said excitedly: "You can see the reason, then, can you wake up your mother?"
At this moment, his heart was full of hope, just like a traveler who was about to die of thirst in the desert and suddenly encountered a rain, his heart pounding.
Huo Qinghuang did not answer, but pointed at the painting on the wall and asked: "Where did this painting come from?"
This is a picture of a lady.
A woman in red with towering hair and a plump figure was leaning lazily on a rock under a big tree.
At her feet, a white fox was lying with its head buried in its tail, apparently sleeping.
Behind the tree, several maids were holding round fans, hidden among the drooping leaves, and were looming.
"this……"
Huo Yuheng looked up at the painting on the wall, but found that he could not remember the origin of the painting.
"It was given by my cousin."
A strange voice came from outside the door, and then a man in a black suit entered the room. He had the same phoenix eyes as Huo Qinghuang, staring at her closely, his thin lips tightly pursed, and his expression was very cold.
“Brother!”
Huo Lingchuan called out in surprise.
Didn’t my eldest brother have a conflict with my eldest sister-in-law and hasn’t been home for a long time?
He didn't even show up when his sister-in-law was in the hospital.
It must have been my second brother who informed him.
Huo Qinghuang glanced at the other person indifferently. Well, just like the trajectory of fate, he seemed wise and calm, but in fact he was a big fool who was set up by others without knowing it.
Huo Lingjun narrowed his eyes slightly, always feeling that the gaze of the little girl in front of him was a little weird.
However, he did not think much about it. Instead, he walked to Mrs. Huo's bed in two or three steps. Seeing that she was still the same, he said to Huo Yuheng.
"Dad, have you forgotten? The day Mom gave birth to my sister...she, my aunt, and my uncle came to congratulate us. They gave us this painting, saying it was an antique from hundreds of years ago. You were busy at the time, so it was my uncle who helped hang the painting."
After hearing his eldest son say this, Huo Yuheng finally remembered that this was indeed the case.
It was just a painting, he didn't take it seriously.
But soon, he thought of something, his face changed, and he asked nervously: "Is there something wrong with this painting?"
"good."
Huo Qinghuang nodded.
"This painting is indeed quite old, but rather than being an antique, it is more like a magical tool that can bring harm to people."
"Magic weapon?!"
The Huo family's father and son were all stunned.
They are not unfamiliar with this term.
After all, the Huo family is wealthy and powerful, and they have dealt with famous Feng Shui masters and know some inside information.
I know that these Feng Shui masters with real skills all have one or two magical tools in their hands.
This magical weapon can be used to drive away ghosts and evil spirits, and even fight against enemies.
"That's right."
Huo Qinghuang nodded and continued: "I just checked it, she..."
After thinking about it, he changed his name: "There is nothing wrong with my mother's body. However, her soul is trapped in this painting. Once I summon her soul out, the evil spirit in the painting will also appear, and then..."
She was a little dazed.
I thought she wouldn't be able to call a mortal her mother.
But unexpectedly, when she called out "Mom", she didn't feel awkward as expected. Instead, she called out naturally.
What is going on?
Could it be that...
Huo Qinghuang lowered her eyes and a guess arose in her mind.
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