After the luck of rebirth was taken away, the true and false daughters teamed up

Chapter 162

Seeing that Meng Zhisong was about to collapse, Mrs. Xu felt heartbroken and quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, mother will send someone to invite Miss Song right now. Don't be anxious, don't be afraid -"

After saying that, Mrs. Xu looked anxiously at the mother-in-law beside her. Not caring that Master Zhou and Master Cao were still here, she eagerly asked her mother-in-law to go and invite Miss Song.

The mother-in-law didn't dare to refute, so she immediately responded and trotted out of the room.

Seeing this, Mr. Meng looked at Master Cao and Master Zhou with some embarrassment, "This..."

Master Cao knew what he wanted to say and said first, "It doesn't matter. If Miss Song is willing to come, this matter can naturally be solved."

When Master Meng and Master Zhou heard this, they both looked at Master Cao in surprise.

Mr. Meng knows that there is a saying in this industry, which is that one thing does not bother two masters.

They made the decision privately and invited Master Zhou and Master Cao at the same time, which was considered a violation of this established rule.

Now he wants to invite others, because he is afraid that Zhenren Zhou and Master Cao will be angry.

but……

Master Cao’s reaction was too strange.

Master Zhou stared at Master Cao and asked directly: "Master Cao also knows this Miss Song?"

Master Cao laughed dryly, "I'm ashamed, I'm sorry. There was a problem before, and it was Miss Song who helped me solve it."

Master Zhou raised his eyebrows in surprise, "That Miss Song, is she so powerful?"

Master Cao said with utmost sincerity: "Miss Song is the most powerful person I have ever seen. No one can match her."

Master Cao was sincere, not like he was talking or exaggerating.

Master Zhou remembered the talisman that had been attached to Master Hong before, stroked his goatee, and his eyes darkened.

This Miss Song...

It seemed to be beyond his expectation.

He has only seen such a powerful little girl in his life.

That is Princess Shiyu.

And sometimes Song Shiyun's actions were really similar to Princess Shiyu's.

However, Princess Shiyu is already dead.

And the way Song Shiyun draws the talisman is not very similar to Princess Shiyu.

Master Zhou secretly thought that he might be crazy.

"Is that Miss Song really that powerful?" Mr. Meng was still asking Master Cao about Song Shiyun.

Siwei had told them before that Meng Zhisong wanted to invite Song Shiyun.

However, they all thought that Song Shiyun was just a little girl, so it would be more reliable to invite someone from the Tiansi Bureau.

Just in case, they also invited famous masters in the capital.

Unexpectedly, Master Cao would praise Miss Song so much.

"Miss Song is indeed very powerful. With her here, this matter can definitely be solved, don't worry." Master Cao said with great certainty.

Seeing him say this, Master Meng felt more confident.

"Master, what's the matter with you, Master?"

At this moment, Siwei's exclamation suddenly drew their attention away.

Everyone swished and looked towards the bed.

Then he saw Meng Zhisong leaning on the bedside. At some point, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

This is not normal!

"Zhisong? Zhisong?"

Mr. Meng and Mrs. Xu woke up anxiously.

Mrs. Xu even shook Meng Zhisong's arm, but saw that Meng Zhisong had no reaction.

Master Meng suddenly panicked, "Master Zhou, Master Cao, what's going on?"

He looked at Master Cao and Zhenren Zhou in panic.

Master Zhou and Master Cao had serious faces, and they both stepped forward to check Meng Zhisong's condition.

Meng Zhisong had just woken up from a nightmare and was so frightened that he could not fall asleep no matter what.

It's even more impossible, I can't even wake him up like this.

So, there is only one possibility!
That is being forced into a dream!
"Oh no, this ghost is a bit difficult to deal with!" Master Cao frowned and said, "Master Meng was led into a dream. What should I do?"

Mr. Meng didn't understand, but he also knew that the matter was urgent. "Is there any way to wake him up? Just like before?"

"It was just an illusion just now. It was not a real dream. Now it is a real dream." Zhou Zhenren said solemnly: "It is not so easy to wake up from a dream, unless someone wakes him up from the dream."

Mrs. Xu burst into tears, "Well, then I'll wake him up in my dream, okay?"

Master Zhou and Master Cao were silent for a while.

"It's unlikely."

Although Master Cao really didn't want to say this, he could only bite the bullet and tell Mrs. Xu the truth, "You have to be a knowledgeable person who knows the art of dreaming to go in. Even I can't fall asleep."

Hearing this, Mr. Meng and Mrs. Xu looked at Zhenren Zhou expectantly, placing all their hopes on Zhenren Zhou.

Zhou Zhenren suddenly felt a lot of pressure. He said helplessly: "I don't know how to do it. I have never learned the dreaming technique."

The art of dreaming seems simple.

But those who need to dream have strong soul control and thoughts.

Even if ordinary people want to learn, they may not be able to learn it.

The branches of Xuanmen magic are very different.

To put it simply, it can be roughly divided into fortune telling by mountain doctors.

Zhenren Zhou, on the other hand, mainly focuses on mountains and supplements on others. He majors in external skills, physical fitness and martial arts.He has never learned this kind of technique before.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Meng and Mrs. Xu looked at each other in despair.

Mrs. Xu even covered her face and started crying.

Meng Zhisong leaned against the head of the bed, closing his eyes tightly, his whole body trembling slightly, as if he was terribly frightened.

At this time, he was in a white mist.

For some reason, he was suddenly pulled in just now.

He didn't know if this was an illusion or a dream.

The white mist all around was thick and endless.

Meng Zhisong stood there, feeling cold all over his body and roots growing on the soles of his feet, not daring to move an inch.

I'm afraid that if I move, there will be some trouble.

"Officer, why don't you come over?"

Just when Meng Zhisong was at a loss, the girl's voice sounded again.

Meng Zhisong was so frightened that he wanted to scream, but found that his voice was not under his control.

The cold sweat on his body could be squeezed off.

"Officer—"

The girl was still calling him.

Before Meng Zhisong could react, a pair of cold hands suddenly fell on his face.

Immediately afterwards, a cold breath surrounded him.

Someone hugged him from behind.

A weak, boneless hand caressed his face, like a lover.

"Guanren, why are you ignoring me?"

Hearing that sweet voice, Meng Zhisong almost cried on the spot.

But he couldn't move his body, and even if he wanted to escape, there was no chance.

"Master, come with me. I'm too lonely here alone. You will definitely feel sorry for me, right?"

The hand slowly went down the shoulder and held Meng Zhisong's hand.

Meng Zhisong felt a chill.

That hand was tightly clasped with his fingers.

She held Meng Zhisong's hand, pulled Meng Zhisong, and walked forward, "Master, come with me, I will take you to a place without worries..."

She let out a silvery laugh.

Meng Zhisong shouted frantically in his heart: "No, no, no!!!"

Who will save him!

I don’t know if God heard Meng Zhisong’s cry, or if someone outside thought of a way.

Meng Zhisong suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Where are you taking him?"

At that moment, he felt that all the shackles on his body seemed to have disappeared.

Before Meng Zhisong could react, he felt someone grab his arm and pull him back violently.

Then, a black figure flashed past and kicked the girl.

The next second, the girl turned her head, revealing a ferocious face.

The moment he was kicked, it dispersed like smoke.

Meng Zhisong's eyes widened and he followed the figure and saw Song Shiyun standing in front of him.

Meng Zhisong cried with joy, "Miss Song, why are you here?"

Song Shiyun did not pay attention to him immediately, but threw out a talisman and threw it into the white mist.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the girl who had just disappeared appeared on the ground again.

As if someone had thrown her to the ground, her face was filled with pain and ferociousness.

Seeing this, Song Shiyun took out another talisman, slapped it, and threw it on her.

The girl's figure immediately froze.

Then, Song Shiyun looked at Meng Zhisong and answered the previous question, "I was called here by your family. Okay, wake up now."

Meng Zhisong was stunned for a moment, "Wake up?"

"Give me your hand." Song Shiyun stretched out his hand.

Meng Zhisong didn't know why, but his body reacted faster than his brain, and he handed his palm to Song Shiyun's hand.

Then, he heard Song Shiyun reciting a spell that seemed very ancient and difficult to understand.

Before Meng Zhisong could understand, he felt a huge suction force.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person lost consciousness again.

In Meng Zhisong's room.

Light the incense that Song Shiyun brought over and stick it with the talisman paper.

Song Shiyun was sleeping on the soft couch next to him.

The incense burner was between her and Meng Zhisong.

The rising smoke surrounded the two people, but showed no sign of dissipating.

(End of this chapter)