When Jiang Dazhi came back, he found that Fang Shi was discussing something with Aunt Zhuang intimately. Who could believe that these two people were still enemies half an hour ago. Jiang Dazhi widened his eyes and looked at Fang Shi speechlessly.

Taking advantage of the fact that he climbed onto his grandmother's knees intimately, he held up the fried chicken wings he bought and tried to please his grandmother, looking warm with the harmony of his grandmother and grandchildren, the children were very sensitive. When he saw his grandmother who had been frowning for several days, his emotions naturally became excited, and he held up the fried chicken wings to ask for credit to his grandmother.

Jiang Dazhi pulled Fang Shi aside and asked quietly. He was so curious that Fang Shi did not hide it. He told Jiang Dazhi his plans, and Jiang Dazhi was completely stunned.

At that time, I said that the person who tied the bell had to be casually said it, just holding a dead horse as a living horse to think of it, to see if I could let Uncle Zhuang, who had been silent for a few days, speak, even if it was a few words. As long as Uncle Zhuang is willing to communicate, the psychologist can carry out further treatment.

Who knew that after Fang Shi came, he did not plan to make a medicine introduction, but fooled Aunt Zhuang to do something big. He didn't know what Aunt Zhuang thought, but he would agree to Fang Shi's suggestion. Has she forgotten why her child was gone? Could Uncle Zhuang agree to this ridiculous approach?

"I said Shi Tou, this... don't you think this is strange? Are you planning to fool Aunt Zhuang, are you?"

Fang Shi said angrily: "What do you think I want to fool Aunt Zhuang?"

"Uh...I don't mean that. Although Uncle Zhuang and Aunt Zhuang blame me, I still don't want to use deception methods. Even if Uncle Zhuang never forgive me..."

Fang Shi snorted contempt and interrupted Jiang Dazhi's words: "The problem now is that Uncle Zhuang has simply refused to communicate. Even if you want to do anything, will it be useful?"

"Then, what are you doing?"

"You have to try it if you can, it's better than being helpless, right?"

"Xiao Zhi, I thought about it carefully. Xiao Fang is right. Auntie doesn't blame you two. Your uncle has become like this. It has nothing to do with you. It's him competing with him. Since there is no other way now, I want Xiao Fang to try it, maybe it can do it! And I think Xiao Fang's statement makes sense. If Lao Zhuang can meet me Qing Feng'er again, he might be able to untie his knot."

Jiang Dazhi looked at Fang Shi with a strange look. Fang Shi raised his eyebrows and gently raised the corners of his mouth. He sighed helplessly in his heart. Jiang Dazhi turned to Aunt Zhuang and said, "Aunt Zhuang. Do you know what soul-summoning technique is?"

"Don't you think you are calling your soul from the underworld to the world, right? Xiaozhuang told me that the so-called soul-summoning is to summon an obsession hidden deep in his heart from Lao Zhuang's heart, and then try to untie the knot. Although I don't understand how to do this, since there is no better way now, I might as well let Xiao Fang try it."

Jiang Dazhi laughed dryly, and was accused of being superstitious and ignorant by Aunt Zhuang. Jiang Dazhi was speechless, but Aunt Zhuang was right. Now that there is no way, it is not impossible to let Fang Shi try it. Moreover, Jiang Dazhi is still full of trust in Fang Shi. Since that is the case, Jiang Dazhi has no need to hesitate.

"Since Aunt Zhuang, you agree, then try it. I am still very confident about Fang Shi, but everything has a chance, if it doesn't work..."

"Auntie knows that Xiao Fang didn't ask her for money. If it doesn't work, it's Lao Zhuang's life. Will I blame you two children who care about their elders?"

Jiang Dazhi scratched his head awkwardly again, but Fang Shi looked at Jiang Dazhi with a smile. Jiang Dazhi was all for Fang Shi, but his worries were a little unnecessary. As a warlock, Fang Shi must be more experienced than Jiang Dazhi in how to avoid causality and effect.

"I'm thinking a little bit, Shi Tou, what do you need to prepare for the soul-summoning technique?"

"No need to prepare anything. Pull the curtains, turn off the lights, and then close the door. Don't let people come in and disturb me. In addition, my aunt and Mingming must do what I told me."

"That's all?"

Fang Shi nodded with a smile: "That's all, why? Do you think you should set up an altar, then bathe and fast, put on a Taoist robe and paste the talisman paper around you, and offer three sacrifices?"

Aunt Zhuang hugged Mingming and looked at Jiang Dazhi, who was a little angry when Fang Shi said it, and felt that these two quarrels made her happy. She liked the excitement. If her husband who was drowsy on the bed still worried her, she would feel very satisfied and happy. This old man is really a person who doesn’t know how to cherish his blessings. What’s the point of always struggling with things decades ago?

"I didn't say that, I just think your soul-torming technique is a bit too simple."

"A true saying is true, fakes are endless. My magic is easy to use. Those tricks are unnecessary, and there are no outsiders here."

"Okay, then when will it start? Aunt Zhuang, what do you think?"

Fang Shi also turned his head to look at Aunt Zhuang, and Aunt Zhuang must decide on this matter.

Aunt Zhuang smiled and waved her hand: "Xiao Fang decides."

"Okay, since that's the case, start immediately. Dazhi, close the door, and then stand by the door, don't let someone break in."

"Where is me?"

"Aunt Zhuang, just sit there and take Mingming with you. You and Mingming may need cooperation later."

"Oh, I get it."

After Fang Shi finished speaking, he walked towards the window, slowly pulled the curtains up, and looked at Uncle Zhuang's condition. He still frowned and closed his eyes, as if his mind was still in a drowsy state. Fang Shi had not lowered his voice just now, just to let Uncle Zhuang hear it and see if he responded to these words. The result was naturally a bit disappointing.

Although it was only evening now, as soon as the curtains were pulled up, the light in the ward immediately dimmed. Fang Shi pointed to the switch beside the door. Jiang Dazhi, who was guarding the door, reached out and turned off the switch. The ward suddenly became dark and nothing could be seen in front of him.

Aunt Zhuang hugged Mingming and adapted for a while before her eyes could gradually see the situation in the ward. Mingming obediently snuggled in Aunt Zhuang's arms, and opened her bright eyes widened at Fang Shi standing at the end of the bed.

Fang Shi stood quietly, with his eyes closed. He clenched his fist in front of his chest with one hand. The two ropes extending from his fist made Aunt Zhuang guess what he was holding in his hand. This thing should have been hung around Fang Shi's neck.

Jiang Dazhi understood at a glance that Fang Shi planned to use the "illusion ghost" that can make people enter the hallucination. It turned out that the soul-summoning technique he mentioned was the meaning of the so-called "ghost" and it was the obsession of Uncle Zhuang's heart.

The ward was very quiet, and three pairs of eyes were staring at Fang Shi. As he looked, Aunt Zhuang felt that Fang Shi was a little different. His figure was a little swaying in the dim light, as if there was not a person standing there, but a shadow. Aunt Zhuang felt a little scared. Aunt Zhuang, who had been influenced by various legends in the country since he was a child, was suppressed by her husband who did not believe in ghosts and gods. The awe that had been worn out in the metropolis began to resurrect again.

"Um..."

A low moan came from the darkness, as if something was awakening in the darkness.

Aunt Zhuang shook and subconsciously hugged her grandson in her arms, as if she wanted to get strength from his small body. However, she cheered in a low voice: "Grandma, grandpa is awake."

The power returned to Aunt Zhuang's body in an instant. Aunt Zhuang looked at the bed happily. Uncle Zhuang did not wake up but turned over. His already frown frowned and became tighter. His hands placed on his chest and abdomen slid to both sides, and they were clenching tightly into fists, and the joints of the fists were a little white.

'steaming'

Uncle Zhuang's fist hit the bed twice, his body tensed up, his teeth tightened, his face looked very ferocious, and he seemed a little scared, his small body shrank into his grandmother's arms.

"Zhuang Youzhi, your son Zhuang Qingfeng has arrived. Over the years, it has been because you have been obsessed with it and cannot transcend. If you have anything, tell him quickly. After that, let him go so that he can get a new life soon."

Fang Shi's tone was very strange, as if it was spoken by a machine without emotions. His voice was low and he felt a gloomy. Jiang Dazhi curled his lips. Is this Fang Shi's evil taste?

"Qingfeng, my child! Qingfeng, Qingfeng, is it really you? It's all dad useless, dad useless! Woo woo..."

As soon as Fang Shi finished speaking, Uncle Zhuang, who had his eyes closed, suddenly spoke. At the beginning, his voice was low and vague. After calling Qingfeng twice, Uncle Zhuang's voice was quite clear and his voice increased a lot. In the end, he even cried loudly. Although his eyes were not opened, his tears were already spreading.

He stretched out his hands hard, as if he wanted to hug something, but when he took it, it was just a handful of air, but he still kept catching it in the air with tears.

Seeing this, Aunt Zhuang was about to go forward to comfort her, but Fang Shi shook her hand. Aunt Zhuang had to sit back nervously, hugged her grandson tightly, and silently accompanied her husband to cry. She clearly stretched out her little hand to help her grandmother wipe her tears.

Jiang Dazhi turned his head and looked out, and happened to see a young nurse walking over when she seemed to hear the movement. Jiang Dazhi secretly called out, "Oh no, if the nurse discovered it at this time, it would be really hard to explain, and there would be no time to explain."

Jiang Dazhi shook his hand at Fang Shi and pointed outside the door. Fang Shi frowned, took out a folded talisman from his pocket, walked to the door, and whispered to Jiang Dazhi: "Press the talisman outward on the glass, ignore her no matter what the people outside do, and don't take it down until I speak."

"Oh, OK, what is this?"

"What are you doing so much, let's talk about it later."

After saying that, Fang Shi returned to the end of the bed, looking at Uncle Zhuang who was crying and talking in a mess. Uncle Zhuang's language is now very scattered. A few words are roughly condemning himself, blaming himself for not protecting his wife and children back then, and blaming his selfish thoughts for not allowing the young child to be reborn.

His words were sad, and his feelings were also sincere. However, Uncle Zhuang's blood-crying self-report failed to attract Jiang Dazhi. Jiang Dazhi was now looking at the little nurse walking towards the ward in surprise. Although she was not far from the ward, her eyes did not focus on Jiang Dazhi's face inside the door observation window. Instead, she passed the ward door and Jiang Dazhi looked into the distance. The little nurse finally stopped in horror, then widened her eyes and turned her head to look back and forth. The expression on her face became more and more distorted. Finally, she seemed to be unable to bear the fear in her heart. The little nurse covered her mouth and screamed in a low voice, running away like a frightened rabbit.
Chapter completed!