Chen Wen asked fearfully, "Live stream? They won't die, will they?"
Su Lenghe:
Not for now.
Chen Wen's tense nerves relaxed: "What's the situation with them?"
Su Lenghe said calmly, "Waking her up and absorbing her resentment is just the beginning."
"How come I'm alright?"
“You were calmer, you didn’t yell and scream like them, and you didn’t absorb much resentment.”
Su Lenghe changed the subject: "They absorbed more resentment than I estimated, and they won't live more than three days."
Tears of fear streamed down Chen Wen's face, her voice pleading, "Answerer, please save them."
Her eyes were filled with trepidation. She didn't know if Jiang Yu and the other person would help her since they hadn't listened to Master Su's advice.
"We need to prepare for waking her up suddenly."
Hearing this, Chen Wen felt relieved. If Su Lenghe was willing to help, Jiang Yu and the others would be saved.
After the call ended, Wei Ding requested to connect.
Su Lenghe connected the call, and Wei Ding, holding various kinds of paper money, asked, "Host, are these all okay?"
He didn't know which paper money to buy, so he bought one of each kind.
Su Lenghe pointed to the most inconspicuous yellow paper and said in a cold voice, "There is only one that can be used."
She explained, "Only those who received genuine handmade yellow paper can receive it; all others are counterfeit."
"Especially those with foreign currency printed on them, the people below can only use them to prop up the corner of the table."
I burned foreign currency for my grandfather before, and last night I dreamt that he scolded me for burning a pile of junk for him.
Don't even mention it. My grandma kept saying she was short of money, and I burned a lot of fake joss paper, but she still kept saying she had no money. It wasn't until an old man reminded her that she realized what was going on.
Su Lenghe: "First light the incense and candles, then light the yellow paper, and then recite the soul-summoning incantation with me."
Even if someone without magical powers recites a soul-summoning incantation, they cannot summon the dead.
The yellow paper caught fire, flashing with a faint blue light.
Su Lenghe sniffed; a faint, burning smell wafted through the air.
She walked to the French windows and looked out; in the distance, flames were shooting into the sky.
That's the direction the Su family is heading.
Su Lenghe quickly calculated and found that there would be no casualties, so she didn't pay attention to it.
Wei Ding took out a red paper with his birth date and time written on it, threw it into the fire, and explained, "I didn't know it was your marriage certificate. I'm really sorry for bothering you. Let's get a divorce..."
As soon as he finished speaking, ashes suddenly rose up and spun in the air.
Wei Ding's eyes widened as he looked at the tightly closed doors and windows, goosebumps creeping up his back.
Where did this tornado come from?
His head was stiff, and he stammered, "H-Host, what's going on?"
Su Lenghe: "Your wife has something to say."
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