The child looked very weak, his little brows furrowed in his sleep, indicating he was not feeling well.
Song Tingwan's heart stirred slightly. Just as she was about to take out a bottle of Rejuvenation Pills, her gaze suddenly stopped on the child's chest, where a small hand was tightly clutching something.
The dull iron color revealed only a few sharp edges of the iron.
She paused, her hand holding the water glass twitching, frowned, and got up to go to the child's bedside.
"What's wrong."
Seeing her expression darken, the woman and Song Siyao stood up together.
Song Tingwan leaned down slightly and carefully looked at what the child was clutching tightly.
The red rope, with a point resembling iron.
She looked intently at the woman. "Can I see what he's holding?"
The other person instinctively stepped in front of her son, looking at her warily. "It's just something a child likes. Why are you interested in this, fellow Daoist?"
That thing has been blessed; it can ward off resentment.
This unfamiliar female cultivator seemed to have a contradictory aura; she was beautiful and delicate, with low cultivation but extraordinary manners. She looked at her with curiosity.
Could it be that her resentful spirit swapped souls, and Xiao Jian, resenting her, then targeted her son?
Seeing the two of them like this, Song Siyao frowned and looked at Shen Tu Changqing's wife, Zhuang Niang, "Let her take a look, but don't touch her."
She didn't know why Song Tingwan was like this, but subconsciously believed her.
Zhuang Niang hesitated, perhaps because she was too traumatized by her child's injury, and she was wary of everyone.
But if Song Siyao hadn't brought Xiaoyuer back, they wouldn't have been able to find anyone to dispel the resentment.
The woman met Song Tingwan's friendly and gentle gaze, thought for a while, bit her lip and looked away, then turned around and carefully pried her son's hand away.
Song Tingwan lowered her eyes and stared.
Sure enough, the small sword she had strung with a red rope herself was revealed.
She sighed, looking with pity at the child on the bed who couldn't even relax in his sleep.
This is the little guy Shentu Changqing mentioned who likes to play with swords.
Song Tingwan's gaze was complicated.
She met Brother Shentu and admired his daily efforts to rescue people from outside the city, so she gave his child a small sword for protection.
It saved his child's life.
But he gave Si Yao the Bodhi Root.
It can save her body.
Good karma leads to good results.
Thank goodness.
"This is a calming pill. After the resentment is dispelled, the residual mental energy is too difficult for a child to overcome. Taking this will make him feel much better."
Song Tingwan took out a bottle of calming pills and handed it to Zhuang Niang in a friendly manner.
Seeing the puzzled look on the other person's face, she sighed, looked at the child on the bed, and said gently:
“I didn’t expect this to be Brother Shentu’s child. You and your wife can rest assured that he will be well taken care of by Si Yao and me in the Sword Inquiry Sect.”
Hearing her words, Zhuang Niang and Song Siyao exchanged puzzled glances.
"Do you know the man in our family?"
Song Tingwan nodded, looking tenderly at the child on the bed. Before she could speak, Zhuang Niang reacted.
"You gave me this little sword? Are you the Song girl my man was praising?"
After saying that, she seemed extremely certain and knelt down before her with a thud.
"Thank you so much for saving Xiaoyuer's life. When the little one wakes up, I'll have him kowtow to you in person!"
The suddenness of the event startled the two sisters.
Song Tingwan and Song Siyao exchanged a glance, each taking one side, and quickly helped the person up.
"You don't need to be so polite. Brother Shentu and I are friends."
"..."
Just as Zhuang Niang was about to say something more, a heavy object suddenly crashed down at the door with a loud bang.
Her words were interrupted, and the three of them looked towards the door.
The Song sisters frowned instinctively. How could such behavior occur on the territory of the Sword Inquiry Sect?
Zhuang Niang felt inexplicably uneasy, clenched her fist, and hurried to open the door.
"...Shentu!!"
As soon as she screamed, the two sisters quickly walked to the door.
The burly man who went out perfectly fine was soaking wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
He was beaten so badly that there wasn't a single unscathed spot on his body. His face was swollen, and blood was flowing from his nose and ears. His limbs were hanging down at bizarre angles.
His limbs were crippled, and he was left at the door like trash.
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