Chapter 72 Dad, do you know this person?

Jia Luo was silent for a while, then took a deep breath, looked at Wen Lingyue and said, "Dad, I plan to call back the soul of my mother. Maybe she knows who killed her."

Wen Lingyue's eyes widened, his face filled with shock: "Calling back the spirit? Luo Luo, your mother has been dead for so long, could she have been reincarnated?"

"Dad, tell me my mom's birth date."

Wen Lingyue understood that Jia Luo was going to tell fortunes, and immediately gave a date.

Jia Luo's little hands kept calculating, and after a moment he stopped, his little face full of surprise.

"Dad, Mom hasn't been reincarnated yet. Mom has some unfulfilled wishes and has been unwilling to be reincarnated!"

"Let's summon the spirit of my mother. I have never seen her before, and she has never seen me. Dad, believe me, I can do it!"

Wen Lingyue was silent for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay, Luo Luo, but you must be careful."

Jia Luo began to prepare the items needed for the necromancy ceremony.

They placed incense burners, candles, talismans, a small copper bell and their mother's favorite items in the study.

Then she closed her eyes and began to whisper a spell to summon the dead.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn, as if even time had stopped here.

Wen Lingyue looked around nervously. He could feel an invisible force flowing slowly in the air.

As Carlo's spell became more and more rapid, the light in the study began to flicker, as if something was swaying in the light and shadow.

Wen Lingyue's heartbeat quickened and he became extremely nervous.

Suddenly, a cold breeze blew, and the candle flame jumped violently, then stabilized.

Jia Luo opened her eyes, and a blurry figure appeared in her pupils.

That was Ah Xi, her mother, standing beside the desk, her face pale and transparent.

"Mom..." Jia Luo's voice was choked with sobs. She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the illusory figure.

Ah Xi's figure swayed slightly, her eyes filled with sadness and helplessness.

She looked at Carlo and her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

A strong impulse surged in Jialuo's heart. She wanted to rush over and hug her mother, but she knew that her mother's soul was too weak.

If I exert a little force, my mother might lose her soul.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down: "Mom, I want to know the truth. Was your death really an accident?"

Ah Qi's figure trembled slightly, and there was a hint of pain in her eyes.

She seemed to be trying to convey something, but no sound came out.

Jia Luo's brows were furrowed. She could feel her mother's struggle and powerlessness.

She closed her eyes, concentrated, and tried to establish a deeper connection with her mother's spirit.

She could sense strong emotions in her mother's soul: anger, sadness, and unwillingness.

Suddenly, Ah Xi's spirit began to become clear, and her eyes sparkled.

She stretched out her hand and pointed to a corner of the study where there was an old photo album.

Carlo immediately walked over and picked up the photo album.

She could feel her mother's spirit guiding her to open the album and point to one of the photos.

It was a family photo. Everyone in the photo was smiling happily, but there was a hint of worry in Ah Xi's eyes.

"Mom, do you want to tell me what's special about this photo?" Jia Luo asked softly.

Axi's soul nodded, with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

Carlo carefully observed the photo and noticed a blurry figure in the background. The figure was standing under a tree with a strange smile on his face.

"This person..." A strong sense of uneasiness surged in Jia Luo's heart. She could feel that this figure had a great connection with her mother's death.

At this moment, Ah Xi's spirit suddenly became blurred and her figure began to gradually dissipate.

Jia Luo's heart tightened, she knew this was a sign that her mother's soul was about to leave.

She quickly took out a talisman from her bag and put Ah Xi's soul inside it.

Wen Lingyue didn't have his third eye, so he couldn't see Axi's soul, but Luo Luo's words let him know that Axi had returned.

Seeing Jia Luo's actions, he couldn't help but ask: "Lolo, is your mother back? What are you doing......"

"Mom is back, but her soul is too weak. The slightest disturbance could cause her soul to scatter. So, I will put her into the talisman paper to nourish her soul. After a while, I will let her come out to meet you!"

Wen Lingyue was somewhat at a loss, and choked up as he said, "Okay, okay, Luo Luo, I'll leave your mother to you. Don't let her get hurt."

Jia Luo nodded solemnly: "Dad, don't worry, I will protect Mom."

She carefully put away the talisman paper, then picked up the family photo and looked carefully at the blurry figure in the background of the photo.

"Dad, do you know this person?" Jia Luo pointed at the blurry figure in the background of the family photo.

Wen Lingyue stared at the man for a long time and finally shook his head.

"This person looks so familiar, but I can't remember where he is! Oh, by the way, there is a video when we took the family photo that day. I'll find it and let's take a look!"

Wen Lingyue hurriedly went to look for the videotape, and soon returned to the study with a videotape.

His hands were trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he was filled with nervousness and anticipation.

The two inserted the videotape into the playback device, and the image gradually became clearer.

It was that summer day three years ago. The Wen family’s manor was sunny and bright, the family was laughing and talking, and the atmosphere was warm and beautiful.

As the camera moved, they actually saw Qiao Lingyu's figure.

She was wearing an elegant dress and stood quietly by the side, her eyes occasionally drifting towards Ah Xi, her expression seemed to contain elusive and complex emotions.

At the moment of taking the family portrait, Qiao Lingyu happened to be standing behind the tree, and the strange smile on her face was clearly visible in the camera.

Jia Luo and Wen Lingyue looked at each other, and the shock and confusion in their hearts became stronger.

"She was there that day too? Why don't I remember it?"

Wen Lingyue's brows were furrowed, and his gaze lingered on the videotape screen for a long time, as if he was trying to find forgotten clues from it.

After a long while, Wen Lingyue slowly said, "Luo Luo, maybe your mother's death is not that simple."

Carol hugged her father's arms tightly, with an elusive light flashing in her eyes.

When the two returned to the living room, the gold lock that Qiao Lingyu gave to Jia Luo was still on the table in the living room.

Jia Luo stared at the exquisite box, suddenly laughed, and then said to Wen Lingyue: "Dad, I have an idea."

"What method?" Wen Lingyue asked softly.

"Dad, please prepare a gift for me. I want to give it back to Aunt Qiao."